Meg Dowell Writes

Oh my goodness! I promise you, if you don’t go here RIGHT NOW, I’m going to stalk you via Google, come to your house, and stomp on your toes with my new character shoes!

Of course, we would have to wait until I actually went out and bought character shoes before that happened. So for now, you’re safe.

Speaking of character shoes, I’m not going to lie: I’m not too sure I’m ready to part with my old choir shoes. Sure, they hated me and liked to nibble away at my toes every concert, but who cares? My director liked them! That has to count for something.

I have one more final before my junior year is over! It’s official: no more math until college!

The whole idea of being a senior is weird enough without everyone constantly remding me that hell year is coming to a close. To be honest, this year wasn’t all that hell-ish. I have my friends to thank for that!

This is going to be a so very amazing FANTASTICAL summer vacation! It’s going to go by quick, but it’s the last full one I have as a teenager.

It’s not fair! Meg Cabot got to meet Julie Andrews, and now I’m really really jealous!

My printer hates me! And it isn’t at all fair, because I totally needed to print something out the other day, and it decided that it wanted to start spazzing. So now I have no way of printing ANYTHING, which is STUPID!.

I’m leaving you with a qustion, and dangit, I want you to answer! It only takes ten to 300 seconds.

Who really dominates? Sopranos or Altos?

(If you say sopranos, I won’t stomp on your toes! Because I know you really aren’t going to follow my link.)

Meg-darling♥