I’m just as strange in real life

I Murdered Skye & Then Got Lost (Awkward Glimpses of Now)

February 12, 2013

I’ve decided to do a short series of videos. I shot a few this past weekend with Lindsey. There was much awkwardness to be had. I’m sharing this with you so I don’t chicken out and hide them on my external hard drive and then block out the memory. (You know it’s embarrassing when I’m hesitant to share it with the world.)

A few weeks ago I sat down two of my friends and suggested they throw me an intervention. Mainly because I love banners and surprise, not-very-fun parties, but also because I’ve started constantly eating which may or may not be related to my really-rather-well-thought-out habit of repressing my emotions. Anyway, no intervention has since happened and now I’m in the position of probably having to throw my friends an Too-Lazy-To-Throw-Interventions intervention. We’re circling the rabbit hole over here, is all I’m saying.

Speaking of laziness, last night I had a dream in which I murdered Skye. Which I almost completely forgot, but then Allison gchatted me this morning to say she’d had a dream Skye dumped her boyfriend. Which was both completely fortuitous and maybe also a sign we both spend too much time subconsciously thinking of Skye. Anyway, since I’m now in a habit of sharing my personal, not-terribly-interesting Allison conversations with the world, enjoy.

Allison: I had a terrible dream last night
Skye and Justin broke up before this summer
and so we couldn’t set him up w Mike!

me: OMG
I”D COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN
UNTIL YOU JUST SAID SOMETHING
but I had a dream last night
in which I murdered Skye

Allison: hahahahahaha
bad night for her
I mean, mine wasn’t actually so bad for her, more for Justin’s soul mate
how’d you do it?

me: poison
also?
the reason?
was I didn’t want to go out that night
we had theatre tickets
and I was like
ugh
don’t feel like it
but right after
I felt really, really bad
and then someone went into her room to wake her up
and she totally got up
and I was like, woah, Skye’s immune to poison
though i figured
maybe it was still working
but she used her inhailer and I was like, poison antedote!
it was really strange

Allison: hahahaha
awesome
good to know you’ll kill someone for laziness

me: I know, right?
worst reason to kill someone ever
seriously
it was crazy

Allison: lol
eh, I mean, you were tired
and didn’t want to go out
and obviously a fight would have been lot of work
poison you dont have to listen to her complain about it
hahahaha
how was Costco?

me: hahaha
as if you don’t know the answer to that
I didn’t go
you know
the murderous laziness

The other night I brought my dad over to my new place. I can’t remember why, I was probably forcing him into some manual labor, but I was driving and he said it’d be great to see how I got there – give him a good idea of the best route to take. Long story short, I took the wrong road, then took about ten minutes to realize it, then drove around lost for a while. I’m blaming the Canadians.

In case it wasn’t clear during the Allison conversation

Mike is an 0ut-of-town friend

Who would be an ideal BFF for Justin

At least

According to us

They seem less than interested

In our friendship machinations

Though I can’t imagine why,

Megan

I Murdered Skye & Then Got Lost (Awkward Glimpses of Now)

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I’m Being Stalked By A Ghost Murderer/Scientist

January 31, 2013

Technology is out to get me.

Not in a paranoid, crazy way.

In that totally normal way a non-sentient being can hold a grudge and use it to torture you.

(And in this case, you is me.)

I started sensing this was the case after the Dear Crappy Writer emails started.

(In case you’re wondering, yes, I’m positive I’ve checked Feedburner’s Please Don’t Send Me Dear Crappy Writer Emails box.)

(I still get at least a few a week.)

But apparently my arch-enemy wasn’t satisfied and decided to infiltrate Instagram to cause me yet more pain.

You may remember that I’m attempting to read all of Agatha Christie’s Hercule Poirot novels.

I’m memorializing each reading with an Instagrammed photo of the book cover.

So on Tuesday, after finishing Hercule Poirot’s Christmas and aching to share a comment on bloody snow footprints with the world, I opened Instagram and selected my photo and chose my filter and then… nothing.

The app closed.

So I tried a few more times, taking a different photo and closing the app and restarting.

And nothing, absolutely nothing, would make my photo post.

So, in my infinite laziness, I moved on and attempted other things.

Then, Wednesday morning, I tried again.

And again I was thwarted.

Until Wednesday night, when I was quite simply able to post this photo of Lindsey & I & ice cream.

(Happy Birthday Lindsey!)

After ice cream we all adjourned to my place where we sat around the dining room table, talking and laughing.

About what, I don’t know, as I was distracted, trying yet again to Instagram Hercule Poirot’s Christmas and once more being denied with a black screen and a closing of the app.

Skye thought to perform a quick Google search to see if, perhaps, the problem was not mine alone.

(The problem is mine alone.)

This was doubly verified when Skye was allowed to post her own Instagram photo of Hercule Poirot’s Christmas.

The only solution is clear.

I must track down and murder my arch enemy.

And then make sure to wipe my feet before walking over snow.

People named Carl have always had it out for me

So he’s probably named Carl

Or Jessica,

Megan

I’m Being Stalked By A Ghost Murderer/Scientist

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I’ll Be Dead And That’ll Be Sad (A Rough Draft)

January 25, 2013

Last night, Skye and I gathered around the above piece of paper and tried to figure out what to write on Grandma’s tombstone.

We were not particularly successful.

Partially because we can’t quite decide what’s likely to be on Grandpa’s tombstone.

My dad took Grandma to his grave a few years ago, but neither of them would have considered taking a photo and my dad doesn’t remember.

And we just don’t want it to be a scenario where Grandpa’s says something like “Fought for his country, great man, average bowler.” Which would be strange, and not just because I’m relatively sure my Grandfather never bowled, but also because it would make my Grandma’s tombstone reading of “loving wife, mother, and grandmother” look more like it was saying, “married to that guy, who was awesome, if you haven’t heard.”

But what, really, can you say to sum up a person in four lines of fifteen characters each?

This made us realize, it’s probably best if everyone leaves behind their own wishes for their grave inscriptions.

I haven’t really settled on something perfect, but thought I’d share my rough drafts.

“Was awkward at
parties but
seemed alright
online.”

“Loved reading,
her family &
friends, & chee-
sy crackers.”

(I’d have written Cheez-Its, but I don’t want future generations to think I wrote my tombstone based on product placement.)

(Plus, they’ll probably live in a barren wasteland devoid of Cheez-Its, so no need to taunt them with what is no longer.)

“Traveled
to Canada &
didn’t die.
Success.”

(This, obviously, would need to be edited if I end up dying in Canada. Or in what is then known as Canada, after their moose invasion.)

“Once met a
Beatle. It
didn’t go
well.”

(It’s always good to have life goals. Like meeting a Beatle. It not going well is only an assumption I’m making based on my past life experience.)

“Only wore
skirts. Died of
frostbite. That
was silly.”

They probably need more work

And more references

To murder mysteries

Though that might seem in poor taste

If I end up murdered,

Megan

I’ll Be Dead And That’ll Be Sad (A Rough Draft)

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