Megan McCafferty

July 15th, 1992

Saturday, July 15th, 2006

Yet another failed (miserably failed) attempt at broadening my social horizons. This time it was meeting K’s newly-acquired circle of friends under the pretenses that we would all hang out and have fun.

Heh.

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April 25th, 1992

Tuesday, April 25th, 2006

Let me tell you about Suicide Dog. Suicide Dog is one of UR’s less mangy but more manic-depressive campus dogs. It spends its days pacing back and forth and back and forth in front of the E. Bruce waiting for cars to whiz by.

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April 18th, 1992

Tuesday, April 18th, 2006

When did you realize that boys and girls have different private parts? I figured things out when I was four and watched my mom change my brother’s diaper. We were talking about this tonight at Le Chateau de Waff (The Waffle House) and Gibbs said that she thought that boys had Ken-doll smoothness until she was 10 and a sixth grader flashed his big-bad boyliness on the playground.

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March 21st, 1992

Tuesday, March 21st, 2006

I should probably change my sheets. I say this only after realizing that I haven’t stripped the bed since January. Once a semester is not hygienically sound, even when one is sleeping alone and not doing anything especially fun to muss them up.

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January 29th, 1992

Sunday, January 29th, 2006

The nurse at the infirmary told me to “refrain from physical activity” until I’ve finished my prescription. She figures my whopping 2 mile run triggered my bronchitis/laryngitis. I want to stop sounding like a transvestite so I’m listening. It is probably unwise to take her advice. Here’s why:

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January 23rd, 1992

Monday, January 23rd, 2006

I am now going to give you an education in REALLY important sorority type business. (In the future audio-book of my journal, be sure to tell the voice actor to give that last sentence just a hint of sarcasm.) Tonight I witnessed not one but two separate LAVALIERE-ing cermonies. What on earth are those? Press on, dear reader.

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January 9th, 1992

Monday, January 9th, 2006

I’m in a good mood. I’ve actually been a good mood since I got back from winter break. Shocking, I know. People visited our room and I felt like I had friends. I still dislike (notice the omittance of the word HATE–my mother would be oh-so-proud of me) the same things about this school that I’ve written about a bizillion times but I’m trying to focus on good things.

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October 1st, 1992

Saturday, October 1st, 2005

So I’ve published two editorials in The Collegian. The first, “Living with the burden of being the ‘Second Best-looking’ Student Body” (UR was runner up to Denison University, a school I’d never heard of before) got a lot of attention because it was funny. All the other editorialists are so damn stuffy, or try to be funny but fail miserably. I’m actually funny. And I can say it because I know it’s true, if only by comparision.

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