i went to my job interview on friday. andrew says, "how does monday thru friday, 8am to 4:30pm, at 15 dollars an hour sound?" i say, "that sounds fantastic!" so i start my new job on monday, october 1st. i get paid every two weeks, so i'll be rollin' in about 800$ a paycheck!! all i'm doing is data entry and filing, plus the place i'm working is a plant about five minutes from my house. anyways, i'm happy! it's the first time i'll be getting paid over seven dollars an hour!

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everything is going back to being as normal as could be around here after my papal passed away. everyone has been so kind with helping my family with everything. God blessed us to have so many kind and generous people in our lives. grandma said some people in the neighborhood probably think we've all lost our minds; having a million people at the house, staying up til three in the morning, hanging out outside, drinking, and riding go-carts. strawberry moonshine took out about half of our shindig the other night. the night of my papal's funeral we all chugged a natural light in honor of him. he was a devoted natty man. they put a can of it in his casket, along with a family picture, and a pouch of redman. also, my grandma is playing little miss matchmaker with me, trying to find me a 'nice' boy. the fair is coming up and i'm going to be helping my little cousin wash her pig and feed it everyday. this may sound a little rednecky, but i am so excited to watch the mudbog. when i feel that i won't cry my eyes out, i'm going to upload the pictures of the parade where all the firetrucks were honoring my papal.

Larry Lee Morrison
October 6, 1943 - July 2, 2007



Papal Larry was the most amazing man. There are so many things I can say about him. His heart was filled with kindness and love. He was full of life, always the one that was making us all laugh. He would do anything that needed to be done to help someone. He would always check my car before I went on trips to make sure I was going to be safe. He'd call me his little Meggie and say "Aww, I love my little Meggie." He would always tell me I was driving too fast. He'd pull onions straight out of the garden and start eating them. I always knew when he was near because I could hear his big dodge truck coming. He loved animals; he helped me with the raccoons, he loved his dog ol' Romeo, he loved taking care of the pigs, and he was excited about finishing the fence so we could get cows. My dad and him did everything together. He just started his vacation and was leaving to go Summersville this weekend. He kept saying the days he was just hanging out at the campground that he was going to clean up his boat.

Yesterday, My brother and I were on our way to go work when we heard on the firehouse scanner in my dad's truck that there was a bulldozer accident behind my uncle's house. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach because I knew papal was on the bulldozer. My brother turned the truck around and went 90 mph and ran the siren the entire way back home. I tried calling everyone when I had signal and couldn't get ahold of anyone. Then my cousin called me crying and didn't know what was going on either. We pulled into the driveway and everyone, all the firefighters, emts, and neighbors, were just looking at us and they were all crying. I knew, I just knew that it was bad. Kim was hugging me and I finally found my mom and dad. My dad was sitting propped up against the truck crying and Gump came up, grabbed me, and hugged me. I sat down side my dad and started hugging him. Then my mom told me that papal was going up this little incline on the bulldozer and it lost balance and flipped over on top of him. I was devastated.

My family is very close and we're close with everyone in our community. My papal was the man that everyone came to. He was like a dad and grandpa to everyone at the firehouse where he was chief and everyone that he worked with at the plant. Everyone packed my grandma's house tonight, and we all hugged, cried, and told stories about the crazy things that my papal did. I love him and I'm gonna miss him.

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i took some really awesome pictures when i was stoned the other night with mr. little pee machine. i looked at them the next day and i was like, good job for being one of the shittiest photographers ever, megan. because i talk to myself and give words of encouragement daily. i only got part of my night captured, because when i get intoxicated, i hide all things expensive so i don't wake up the next morning asking where my phone, camera, and ipod are at. i've had that happen too many times. i'm getting experienced, son. ps; the first picture may be the best picture, ever. really little league like.

i love both matthew mcconaughey and woody harrelson.
they may be two of the coolest dudes, ever.



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for the last two weeks, every morning when i wake up, i puke.
i. want. to. stop. fucking. puking. please!

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besides gardening, my little cousin, michele, is raising three pigs. she's had them since they were babies. they have the most insane personalities ever, too. i love them. anyways, i took pictures of michele washing the mud off her pigs and of my dad and grandpa giving them their worm shots, which i thought was the worse thing ever to watch. the one pig hooved my foot and i thought i broke every bone in my foot. don't wear flip-flops in the pig barn.

"Breaking up is hard to do, but sometimes making up can be even harder. You and someone important are on your way to repairing your relationship, but it is still going to take some long heart-to-hearts to get things to a healthy place. Good communication requires trust and honesty -- which happen to be two of your specialties! The stars say that you should stop being afraid and start opening up. You two will end up stronger than you ever were before."

scratch the first line. horoscopes make me laugh. irony? irony!


last night i got really drunk. we went swimming, drank vodka and coronas, and listened to bright eyes. it was a great time. jessi is watching the stupidest fucking movies ever. simon birch freaks me out a little bit. despite the huge fight, i think i'm going to go to columbus with trevor in a couple days. i want to go shopping at some places up there, esp since i got a little bit of cash right now. come down and we'll lay out, drink some sweet tea, get a tan today!

it went from being a sunshinin' beautiful day to storming horribly and knocking over trees. i went to parkersburg with nick and trevor. we went to their friends' apartment to pick something up. when we got there, i went to the bathroom, and i realized i wasn't wearing any underwear. what the hell? i never go commando. i don't know how the hell i forgot to put underwear on. it bothered me the rest of the day. i almost bought a pair just so i could put them on. i think i might go see knocked up tomorrow with some hot ladies. i've been utterly insane the last week and a half. i need some cool down and calm down time. the raccoons are starting to eat really solid foods. my babies are growing up!

i had to take pictures of the process of our garden for my cousin's 4-H book.


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my little cousin, michele, is in 4-H and one of her three projects she has to do is gardening. so i was volunteered to take the pictures for her book she has to do. the garden is like a huge family garden. in the summer, everyone comes down and gets things from the garden whenever they need it. the lack of rain and the extreme sun lately hasn't been that fantastic for our garden. and birds, mostly crows, came and pulled up all of our corn shoots awhile back, so our corn is a little late because my dad and mom had to replant it. the lettuce should be ready to eat in a week or two!

we rescued three incredible baby raccoons.

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we couldn't leave them on the trail in the wide open and alone like that. that's why we decided to take them in. we think that the momma raccoon was killed by another dog and now the dogs were trying to capture the babies. at first they were terrified of us. they would hiss, growl, play dead, and hunch up trying to scare us away. now we've only had them one day and one night and already two of them let me pick them up and carry them around like babies. when i hold my ring finger out, the one baby wraps his little hand around my finger. my brother scratches the one behind the ear, and he starts purring like a kitty cat. we're feeding them three times a day and making sure they have enough warmth and water. if we can't find anyone around here that raises and releases them, my dad is going to build a bigger cage and we're going to try to raise them. i don't want to give them away to someone who is just going to kill them. that is ridiculous. they're so awesome and i'm already becoming attached.

i helped my little cousin make cupcakes for school.


**just kidding. we just wanted to eat some motherfucking cupcakes.

here's what all i'm helping to grow this summer:
strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, spinach, corn, tomatos, banana peppers, and lettuce.



living is amazing.
i love driving barefoot, through old country roads, with the windows down, blasting ben kweller and saves the day.
i love sitting by the river, watching barges go by, while drinking cheap beer.
i love the friends i have made and things we do.

my current situation has been my situation for the last year or so. i'm getting tired of it somewhat. at times, like tonight it makes me feel like a horrible person. there's a person/guy in my life that stays a constant. we'll call him person #1. for the last year, he's always been there when i needed someone to go to. this is my latest example. i was going and hanging out with person #1 pretty much every other day. i would stay with him a lot and it was pretty good at times. he would get pissed off a lot though, too, pretty much the biggest con about him is that he has a serious temper. but overall, i liked hanging out with him. then a few months ago, another person randomly fell back into place in my life. we'll call him person #2. when i started hanging out with person #2, i shut person #1 completely out my life. i stopped going to the same parties as him, ignoring his phone calls, and barely speaking to him if i saw him in public. after a few months of me hanging out with person #2, he decides he doesn't want/like me, so that's over. i was very sad, so what do i do? a couple days later, i call person #1. he answers the phone and is extremely nice to me. i go and see him like the next day. things were really cool between us and he surprisingly hugged me and kissed me. i wasn't expecting that at all.

i guess i feel so horrible, because i know that i'm using him as a space filler and a pick-me-up. i run to him when i'm sad or when i'm lonely. however, i know he does the same thing to me. i've took the backseat just as many times as he has. the first time, it hurt, but now it's come accustom. we don't accept much out of each other. we're there when we can be, but when we're with other people, we don't need each other. we stand in as the subsitute boyfriend/girlfriend to each other. that person that you can call anytime to tell them about what you did that day, that person that you can hold hands with, and all those other well-needed things. it's not just about sex either. since i've been hanging out with him this last time, we haven't had sex once. and usually sex is that thing that we use to fill that loneliness void. honestly, i know that i don't have any feelings for him but i'm still worried that one day i'm going to need him and he's not going to be there. it made me nervous to call him the first time after the thing with person #2, because i didn't know if he was going to act shitty towards me or if he was seeing someone. and i knew i needed him a lot more this time. i need him to help me suppress certain feelings. i can't become an alcoholic.

tonight, while i was at his house, we got high and him and his friends talked about a million different things. i kept telling myself that i didn't want to be there, and that i didn't want to be with him. but i know that i need him right now.

why am i doing this?

last night, cody told me that every time he sees me i smell like flowers, marijuana, and bubble gum.
i shouldn't ever drink moonshine, especially if it's from a mason jar.
i watched reno 911 tonight and it was hilarious.
soyjoys are absolutely delicious.

kickin' it oldschool, son:

these four videos make me think of my junior year in highschool.
it was back when i use to love going to shows and we went all over the place for them.
i was hopelessly devoted to drive-thru records, more so the early november.
i've grown up a lot.