<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:16:49.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Megan's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>I originally started this blog because my mom said that I needed an outlet to vent about things so I wouldn't BLOW UP on someone. And It's also a cool way to let people know how your doing and what's going on in your neck of the woods.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-245155737344581193</id><published>2008-10-14T17:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T13:31:18.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Ideas</title><content type='html'>It's that time of year again and I've been told I need to start working on a list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Wal-Mart gift card &lt;br /&gt;A Old Navy gift card - I really need some new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;A iTunes gift card&lt;br /&gt;A Victoria's Secret gift card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Oh yeah, money is always good too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-245155737344581193?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/245155737344581193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=245155737344581193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/245155737344581193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/245155737344581193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2008/10/christmas-ideas.html' title='Christmas Ideas'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-3070852869021111692</id><published>2008-10-14T10:10:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:38:48.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Since I've Been Gone</title><content type='html'>YAAY!!! I'm finally 21. And yes, I remember my birthday. For some ODD reason, I don't forget anything when I'm drinking. Hey, if there's a doctor out there maybe you can help answer a question. I really don't get it, when I'm sober I can't really remember anything, I have to make notes for myself all the time. BUT....when I'm drinking I remember EVERYTHING lol. Your probably thinking, "she's probably not drinking enough to forget". No, believe me...I've gotten to the point where my boyfriend has had to drag me to the bathroom, actually put my head on the toilet when I was getting sick, then drag me to the couch to tuck me in.(sorry momma, please don't yell at me) I've been pretty far gone before but never seem to forget what I've done. But I'm told that day will come. Another thing I can't believe, everyone was telling me that once I turn 21, birthdays wouldn't be as fun anymore. OMG. They were RIGHT. It was like "YAAY I'm 16", "YAAY I'm 18", "YESSS I'm FINALLY 21". Now It's like, "woohoo, I'm freakin' 22". &lt;br /&gt;Also, my boyfriend and I have now been dating for over a year now, and he just had his 26th birthday. I keep teasing him because I'm already finding grey hairs lol. He's a lot of fun to be around, and recently we took our first trip together to Dollywood near Gatlingurg, TN. He bought himself an 883 Harley Davidson and loves riding it. He and his best friend are possibly planning a long distance ride toward the end of the month. It made me laugh, he told me that his butt really hurts just after about 2 hours of riding so I looked at him and was like, and you wanna do a LONG distance ride lol.&lt;br /&gt;As far as family goes, I HATE my middle sister and do not wish to speak to her EVER again. Do you have ANY idea how much emotional abuse I got from her. It's like EVERY time I was with her, I had a huge meltdown because of her. Just ask my mom and boyfriend. So It's finally to the point that for the sake of my sanity, I now have NOTHING to do with her. And as for my oldest sister, I guess I have nothing to do with her either. Me, my boyfriend, dad, middle sister, and aunt took a trip to see the oldest in Georgia. The ENTIRE time we were there, she never said ONE work to me. My bf even noticed it. So I guess if she doesn't want to talk to me, then I'm not gonna try talking to her. You know what's funny? Growing up I loved her SOOO much, not only did she protect me from the middle sister who tried to beat on me constantly, but I wanted to be just like my oldest. She was so pretty that I always wanted to grow up to look JUST like her. She had so many friends, and I wanted to be as cool as her. But pretty much as soon as she got married the 1st time and started having kids, she changed. Now It's like I don't even know her. One of my uncles passed away. I thought he was really sweet and funny. I really miss you. My aunt seems to be doing ok since then. We all check up on her. The family takes her out to go bowling every Saturday night after church. They stay out after 11 pm. My other uncle in Ashland City is doing good too. Mom got her dream job with Miva Merchant. Jeff also got a part-time job, I think he said it had to do with major events. My dad has a new girlfriend. I met HER yesterday. I'm still deciding whether I can accept her or not. Sorry, It's just the fact he's dating. I guess deep down I'm afraid that with a new girlfriend, he'll forget about me.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten big into gardening and cooking. Out on my balcony I have growing, sweet banana peppers, corn, 2 tomato plants, mint, squash, sunflowers, and just added 3 mums. I've also gotten a little braver in the kitchen. I made some old fashioned mac &amp; cheese, and some beef stew from scratch. AND THEY DIDN'T SUCK...YAAAY!!! Well I guess I better go start my day. Cya l8r.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-3070852869021111692?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/3070852869021111692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=3070852869021111692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/3070852869021111692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/3070852869021111692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2008/10/since-ive-been-gone.html' title='Since I&apos;ve Been Gone'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-3980253629195756198</id><published>2007-07-27T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T09:25:54.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas List</title><content type='html'>Nintendo Wii Games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Super Paper Mario w/ Super Paper Mario Game Guide&lt;br /&gt;   Big Brain Academy :Wii Degree&lt;br /&gt;   Super Monkey Ball: Banana Bliz&lt;br /&gt;   Chicken Shoot&lt;br /&gt;   Wario Ware: Smooth Moves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-3980253629195756198?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/3980253629195756198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=3980253629195756198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/3980253629195756198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/3980253629195756198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2007/07/christmas-list.html' title='Christmas List'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-8913474779692994884</id><published>2007-07-17T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T19:31:33.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silenced</title><content type='html'>I feel I was forced to take down my previous blog. It appears that I no longer can express my feelings in anyway, shape, or form. Just for people's GENERAL information, I DO NOT PUT LIES UP ON MY BLOGS!!! Because of that fact, I didn't see a problem with that. Also, this is my PERSONAL space. I use this space to express my feelings since I am not able to elsewhere. Another little fact, did you know that just a handful of people read my blog? So far only one person has said anything. But sadly, it seems I can't express myself ANYWHERE (and people wounder why I'm depressed). So for now on I guess I will just sit back, bottle things up, and become MORE depressed. I guess as long as I'm keeping to myself no one will care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-8913474779692994884?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/8913474779692994884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=8913474779692994884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/8913474779692994884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/8913474779692994884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2007/07/silenced.html' title='Silenced'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-8234220336374169232</id><published>2007-07-13T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:11:18.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>For my birthday, we went to The Cheesecake Factory. I had this white chocolate raspberry something. It was soooooo good. I really liked how the white chocolate was inside so every time you took a bite there was a sweet kind of crunch. After that, Daniel and I walked around the mall. I REALLY wanted to go inside Tiffany's jewelry  store because I had never been in one before. I didn't even know there was one in the south. I thought it was a New York thing. But of course, knowing my luck, it had just closed. I'm told that if I didn't have bad luck I'd have no luck at all. I think A LOT of people can vouch for that considering how much of a klutz I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-8234220336374169232?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/8234220336374169232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=8234220336374169232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/8234220336374169232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/8234220336374169232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-i-hate.html' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-8283897213606589899</id><published>2007-07-10T12:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:26:02.268-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally An Update On Whats Going On</title><content type='html'>I know I havn't written in AWHILE. Since the last entry, I've been going to college and am now on my final quarter. I've been talking to dad and have decided to go back for most likely for general education. I've also been looking for a job, I realize I have no experience but what Other people are failing to realize is that EVERYONE has to start SOMEWHERE. DUH! I can't believe my car is almost 1 year old. WHAT HAPPENED? I now have a really nice couch and recliner that I found at Big Lots. Thank you dad. Today is my birthday I am now 20. YAAAAY! But what has made me the happiest, is that I am now in a serious relationship with the sweetest guy. His name is Daniel. We've been together since May 25th. June 2nd was our first real date. I met him over at Axis Direct where my Uncle Rich works. Tonight Daniel, myself, Uncle Rich, Steffanie and David(friends of mine), are going to dinner at the cheesecake factory for my birthday. I will let yall know how it goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. shout out to my sis in PA, luv ya hun :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-8283897213606589899?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/8283897213606589899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=8283897213606589899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/8283897213606589899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/8283897213606589899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2007/07/finally-update-on-whats-going-on.html' title='Finally An Update On Whats Going On'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-115876164671180713</id><published>2006-09-20T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T09:14:06.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>My uncle says that I should be getting my car thursday night. From 4-6 I have orientation at my college, the we should be able to go pick it up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-115876164671180713?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/115876164671180713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=115876164671180713' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115876164671180713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115876164671180713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/09/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-115833526678031376</id><published>2006-09-15T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T10:47:46.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting On My Own</title><content type='html'>Today I am going to my college to pay my first semesters tuition, and I might be doing it all by myself. I start school the 25th. My orentation is possibly next Saturday the 23rd. I'm told I will be able to drive my car to school. I'm told that I should be able to get it next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-115833526678031376?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/115833526678031376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=115833526678031376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115833526678031376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115833526678031376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/09/starting-on-my-own.html' title='Starting On My Own'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-115827531356861426</id><published>2006-09-14T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T09:55:21.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally Here!!!</title><content type='html'>It's finally here!!! My car finally came in two nights ago. It's everything I wanted. It's Sunburst Orange Mettalic, two door, black leather seats, a sunroof, the radio I wanted (with XM satillite radio), and the stearing wheel controls. As we were walking up to the car we stopped at an empty spot and the guy said "I swear I parked it right here". I thought I was going to have a heart attack, then he smiled and said it's right up here. I got to drive it around for like ten minutes. I already found a favorite radio station, it's on XM, Tennessee Country. I totaly loved taking the test drive. I drove with the windows down, the sunroof open and the radio going. I can't wait till I can take it home. All I have to do now is find insurance and have dad sign the papers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-115827531356861426?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/115827531356861426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=115827531356861426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115827531356861426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115827531356861426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-finally-here.html' title='It&apos;s Finally Here!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-115150128295782671</id><published>2006-06-28T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T19:31:27.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Fault</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was one of the most horrible days of my life. I got into my fist accident. It wasn't that bad, I was told it was more of a fender bender. I am ok, everyone is ok. This is what happened, there were two cars in front of the one I hit, he was following too close when they stopped to turn onto the interstate. I saw his brake lights so I started braking, then he came to a sudden stop. As soon as I saw him do this I had to jam on the brakes, but the car wouldn't stop in time. I ended up rear-ending him. It was not my fault. When the police came he admitted to the officer that it WAS his fault because he stopped short. There was NO damage at all. The guy said he wasn't even going to call his insurance because there was no damage. While my uncle was talking with the guy and the officer I was trying to call my mom, all I wanted to do right then was talk to my mom. During the whole thing I was completely losing it. I could help crying, when I talked to my mom she told me to breathe, but because I was such a mess I couldn't control my breathing and when ever I tried to just breathe I would get light-headed. I was shaking uncontrollably the entire time. But I am ok now I got home, took a hot shower and went to lay down and fell asleep watching "Leroy &amp; Stitch".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-115150128295782671?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/115150128295782671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=115150128295782671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115150128295782671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115150128295782671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-my-fault.html' title='Not My Fault'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-115111855558178117</id><published>2006-06-23T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T22:09:15.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Speaking Out.</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't written in a while. We just saw the movie "Click". It has Adam Sandler in it and he is given this remote control that can pause, fast forward, and rewind real life. It's very good and very funny. Once and for all, I am speaking out. My uncle, after saying goodbye, gives me a hug and every now and then holds my hand. I DON'T LIKE BEING TOUCHED!!!! If my uncle is reading this, I'm sorry, but I DON'T LIKE IT! And that's NOT going to change. And I'm not going to try and practice trusting anyone to. It makes me feel VERY uncomfortable. I hate to sound like a B*TCH, but I just don't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-115111855558178117?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/115111855558178117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=115111855558178117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115111855558178117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/115111855558178117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/06/finally-speaking-out.html' title='Finally Speaking Out.'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-114951882157044449</id><published>2006-06-05T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T09:47:01.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nashville Shores</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went to Nashville Shores. For those who don't know about it, it's a water park. I didn't go on any of the slides or the new ride, I just played mini golf and swam in the pool. They have this new slide that is like four stories high, and 170 feet long, it's called The Hippo, but I did't go on it. I think I would have a lot more fun if I had some friends. Next Sunday, me, my uncle, my mom and her husband, are possibly planning to go to Six Flags over Georgia, everyone but me is checking their schedules. I know I don't have anything planned for that day because I don't have any friends of my own, which is now, really starting to get to me. I think its causing depression to set in. So I really hope we can all go to Six Flags this weekend. I really need something to do. I especially want to do something like that this summer because this fall I will be starting college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-114951882157044449?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/114951882157044449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=114951882157044449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114951882157044449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114951882157044449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/06/nashville-shores.html' title='Nashville Shores'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-114840743672256897</id><published>2006-05-23T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T19:36:37.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY!!!!</title><content type='html'>FINALLY I can call myself a highschool graduate! I finally got to graduate this past Saturday. I also graduated in the top 15% in my graduating class, that was actually a big shock for me, I thought I was just coasting through school. Both my mom and aunt were there. My two sisters and my oldest sister's family, my dad, uncle, and two friends of the family. As it turns out I lost ALOT of sleep over the weekend. For the first time in a LONG time I actually fell asleep at the movies, I've been try to catch up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-114840743672256897?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/114840743672256897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=114840743672256897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114840743672256897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114840743672256897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/05/finally.html' title='FINALLY!!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-114756345029359822</id><published>2006-05-13T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T18:37:30.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Yet</title><content type='html'>My cap and gown have not come in yet, they were delayed. So I am supposedto call the school on Monday to see if they have come in yet. If they have,I will pick them up on Wednesday. As it turns out, I won't be able to ordermy car this time around. I spoke to my middle sister today, she said thatmy dad does know that my mom will be coming to my graduation, which for meis a big relief. Sadly, my dad and sisters will not be speaking with her,but me personally, I would rather have them not speak than have this hugeblow up at each other. I am really glad that both my mom and dad will bethere. I cannot remember any time where they were both at a special occasionfor me. The ONLY time I can remember them both being with me for somethingwas one time when I was little and in the hospital, other than that, I can'tremember any other time. I got new swim shorts and a pink two-piece suityesterday. It looks really good. I can't wait to use them this coming Fridaywith my aunt and mom. I'm hoping that maybe I can take them to lunch at "TheRainforest Cafe" and introduce them to a friend of mine that works there.After, I hope we can go see "Over The Hedge" and do some "Glow Golf".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-114756345029359822?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/114756345029359822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=114756345029359822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114756345029359822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114756345029359822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-yet.html' title='Not Yet'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-114744718446871509</id><published>2006-05-12T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T10:19:44.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cap &amp; Gown</title><content type='html'>Today I finally get to go pick up my cap &amp; gown from the homeschool place. It turns out that my gown is hunter green. I thought that all graduation cap &amp; gowns were royal  blue. Tomorrow my dad comes in. Hopefully, when he comes in we will get to go order my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-114744718446871509?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/114744718446871509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=114744718446871509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114744718446871509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114744718446871509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-cap-gown.html' title='My Cap &amp; Gown'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-114686790580500249</id><published>2006-05-05T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T17:25:05.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Didn't Get Lost</title><content type='html'>Today I found the hotel were staying at, then I found the airport and I know where everything is, YAAY! I DIDN'T GET LOST!!!! YAAY!!!! The hotel also has an indoor swimming pool so to my aunt, if your reading this, don't forget your swim suit. Mom I know you and don't think you even own a swim suit, BUY ONE. The hotel also has a sauna and a gym. I'm also going to ask my mom if I can drive to and from the airport. First off, I have a driver's license (since valentine's day)and I'm an excellent driver, but she doesn't really like driving with me because she's only driven with me like two or three times (BOTH WERE FINE). I can totally see her with prayer beads in one hand and putting a death grip on the door handle with the other while screaming like a banshee, "SLOW DOWN, STOP, LET ME DRIVE", and if your reading this mom, I LOVE YOU!!! But you gotta admit that does seem like you. After all it was you who asked my uncle if he had any prayer beads the first time you drove with me. Tomorrow my uncle and I are planning to go to the zoo, it should be a nice long walk, and the fresh air should do some good. I also found out that my robes for graduation are going to be hunter green. I thought ALL graduating robes were royal blue. Also only 15 days left until graduation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-114686790580500249?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/114686790580500249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=114686790580500249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114686790580500249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114686790580500249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-didnt-get-lost.html' title='I Didn&apos;t Get Lost'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-114675382561007787</id><published>2006-05-04T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T09:43:45.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GUESS WHAT!!!!</title><content type='html'>GUESS WHAT!!!! My aunt is going to fly into Nashville for my graduation, but possibly my mom might come up from AL early. If she does my mom and I will go pick up my aunt from the airport. We also might share a hotel room, ALL THREE OF US! I'm really excited. I don't EVER remember just the three of us hanging out. I REALLY HOPE IT ALL WORKS OUT!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-114675382561007787?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/114675382561007787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=114675382561007787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114675382561007787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114675382561007787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-what.html' title='GUESS WHAT!!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-114661042606456696</id><published>2006-05-02T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:44:41.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Career Change</title><content type='html'>I read today's blog on my mom's website. It said that I was going to college to become a dental HYGIENIST, but I was actually going to college to become a dental ASSISTANT. I sent my mom an email telling her that it wasn't right. She sent an email back saying she fixed it, and mentioned that the dental offices where she goes to, there are more hygienists than assistants and that they have better pay. As the day wore on, I started to become more interested in the idea of becoming a hygienist. Also when I get out of college, shortly after, I would like to buy my own house. I would also like to announce that there is 18 days left until I graduate, not counting today, YAAY. I finally found earrings and a necklace to go with my dress that I am going to wear when we go out to dinner. My mom also told me that my aunt might be coming to my graduation. I REALLY HOPE SHE DOES.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-114661042606456696?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/114661042606456696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=114661042606456696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114661042606456696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114661042606456696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/05/possible-career-change.html' title='Possible Career Change'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27388495.post-114651576220961288</id><published>2006-05-01T15:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T11:30:55.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>Today I created my first blog. So I guess I should say a little about myself. I am about to graduate high school on may 20th. I finally decided on what college I want to go to and what I what I want to do for a living. I am going to Draughons Junior College in Nashville, and I want to be a dental assistant. I have two older sisters, one lives in PA, the other in GA. The one in GA is married and has two little girls. The one in PA has not married yet, but is now a teacher. My mom lives in AL with her husband, and my dad lives in VA by himself. I am so excited about graduation. I also got a new email address today, and signed up at MySpace.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27388495-114651576220961288?l=collegegirl71087.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/feeds/114651576220961288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27388495&amp;postID=114651576220961288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114651576220961288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27388495/posts/default/114651576220961288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collegegirl71087.blogspot.com/2006/05/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00322175057566942420</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kF9qOFS2KIs/SPTjIPfIaqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IuGCeZ1kYSA/S220/100_0770.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
