Meg Dowell Writes

I’m not quite sure why this story was posted “anonymously,” but when I read it, my mind went back to September, and I laughed for about five minutes straight. Men are yucky. That’s what I would tell my past self if I had a time machine. September 2008 Meg needed romance advice big time! *laughs to herself* I should’ve asked Greg.

Did you know that stressed spelled backwards is “desserts”? Well, it is, and somehow despite all of the different ways my day twisted and turned itself around every five minutes, I never got desserts. Just a lot of stressed-ness and mess-ness and the constant feeling that I needed a nap. Which, by the way, I am not going to get until next January. So there.

Trying on prom dresses is fun! I just thought I’d get that out in the open. I’m not allowed to post pictures of the dresses on Facebook until May, so I’m going to post my favorite one here, because it will make me feel better. That’s pretty much the only reason why.

Yep! I feel better now.

I’m off to start my homework in about fifteen minutes. I know that sounded like it didn’t make sense, but it does. Because it will probably take me fifteen minutes to actually start my homework. Somewhere between getting my bag over to my chair, taking out the books I need, throwing the rest on the floor, and opening my algebra book, I’m going to get distracted somehow. That’s just how my brain works. I have homework ADD. I can’t go from one subject to another without taking “a break” in-between. There’s nothing wrong with that, Greg! Stop glaring!

I must go punch Greg in the eye. He deserves it.