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Name: Megan
Country: United States
Birthday: 4/17/1983
Gender: Female
Interests: dancing with dinosaurs (yeah right), crew (sometimes), reading, writing in my crazy journal, friends, travel, swimming, late night conversations, sleeping, not sleeping, singing (not in public), driving fast in wheaton college vans, swimming, China, laughing, and being normal oh man
Occupation: Student
Message: message me
Member Since:
4/6/2005
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| Ok no one is going to believe this but here is an update on my xanga. Right. Does anyone even do xanga anymore? Well, a lot of the reason for this little treat is that I told my friend Allison that I would write a xanga entry dedicated to her so This Xanga Entry is Dedicated to Allison. Last time I tried to do this my computer which by the way is being a piece of junk decided that even though it got a wireless signal, it didn't feel like connecting to the internet and since then it has been too lazy to make the effort. So I am using my wonderful roommate Claudia's computer. Alright, now that that has been made clear, here is a huge and very general update on my life that probably everyone already knows. 1. I am in China 2. I am an English teacher in China. 3. I can't believe I am here. The past two months have just been unbelievable. I don't even know where to begin or how to express it on an internet blog. Maybe if I updated this more than every 4 months this would be easier. Well, I think this is all I can handle for now but I am doing well and maybe I'll try to update this more often. | | |
| Gosh its been so long I almost forgot how to write a xanga entry.
I am trying to get my brother nafie/the rabbit from monty python to
help me write this but he just left and I guess he has to get ready for
school anyhow.
So I decided to go into work at nine today instead of eight so now I am
wasting all the extra time I have because I still got up early.
Jeepers. Well, here's a xanga entry. Even though I don't
know what to say.
One announcement is that I am going to teach English in China come
August. I am really excited about it. It still doesn't seem
real though and I have this sinking (yet irrational) feeling that if
I don't get going on something/planning with that I'll never
leave. Which probably partly stems from the fact I never
thought I'd be here this long. And that this is a crazy
thing for me.
Well, I think that is it for now.
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| Here goes my January entry! Thought I wouldn't get this thing
done. and I probably won't even now if my little sister keeps
farting on the stairs because she wants me to take her to
culver's. It was not a good thing that for the past two years of
my sister's development she was surrounded by four older brothers.
The other day I started crying about women's rights. While some
of you may know gender issues, etc. is a subject that can get me worked
up, I have never full-out cried about it. I think the lack of sun
and lack of sleep was starting to get to me. I was talking to my
dad about the church and women and all of a sudden I started snorting
and crying about it. I'm not sure he knew what to think of
that. But then on the news that night, for lack of other exciting
news in La Crosse, the newscaster mentioned that according to
psychologists January 24th is the saddest day of the year. This
is due to the fact that winter blues and the lack of sunlight is
starting to sink in and the holidays are over and there is nothing to
look forward too. So maybe that's what that was. I do not
know what was going on with me.
On another note, I was just offered a full-time job at church, or at
least full time hours, by taking on some student ministry stuff in
addition to my children's ministry stuff. This, however, is
unfortunately right after I have taken another part-time job elsewhere
to make some money. So I am praying and thinking on what to
do. But I think I am going to take it and just work a lot.
This means I will have to learn to pace myself because sometimes I put
everything into things and then end up a little exhausted. But I
need to pray a little more about it first.
Well, the air is starting to stink and another brother needs to use the
computer so hopefully this entry makes sense because I need to go.
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| merry christmas everyone!
to celebrate the holidays, here is some holiday info you probably didn't know/possible parenting advice:
HERE GOES:
My eight year old sister Gillian is pretty worried about this Santa
Claus thing. Unfortunately for her, she can't seem to figure out
what day he is coming. Unfortunately for everybody, last night it
was discovered that Gillian was out of pull-ups and she has been
wetting the bed pretty consistently for the past couple of
months. (we think she might have sleep apnea?)
so what can one do? My mom reads Gillian her bedtime story and
tells Gillian that if she wets the bed, she can crawl in bed with me so
she doesn't sleep on a dirty bed all night (um...yay). Then as
one parting shot, she tells Gillian she'd better not wet the bed b/c
Santa Claus will find out and "those reindeers, they can smell tinkle
from a mile away." (bet you didn't know that) Then my mom
leaves, leaving me to deal with the aftermath of this shocking
news. Actually, I started laughing so hard I was crying (which
means that if I thought this was that funny, no one else will).
Gillian got mad at me and then started telling possible stories about
how she could get away with wetting the bed. At least I think
that's what the stories were about: "what if santa is downstairs
and the raindeer are on the roof and then santa puts the presents there
and the raindeer are on the roof?" Yeah, I didn't get the story
either but Gillian was already mad at me so I just nodded and
said I kind of got it so that she wouldn't sit on me. Finally
Gillian fell asleep...at least until this morning when she woke me up
at six asking if Santa was still there and if she could go downstairs
and "do you remember the story i told you last night?".
But...for the first time in a long time, Gillian didn't wake up in a waterbed.
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| I guess its been a while since I put a semblance of a real entry out here.
Every other week in cell group I ask my girls to give a high & low
of the week. As a rule, the only responses I usually get
are: "My high of the week is that we don't have school tomorrow and my
low is that we have school on Monday." And of course most everyone has
the same high and low because everyone is trying so hard to be the same
in 7th grade. Its hard to watch sometimes.
But here are my highs/lows for 3.34 weeks since I've written an entry:
Highs: a brief, spontaneous, but good visit to wheaton
going to a meeting about teaching English in China next year
feeling something like peace about where i am right now...
meeting some amazing people who are so filled with God's love
Lows: um a little bit of lonliness and feeling somehow socially displaced
So I guess that works. I was just writing and all of a
sudden I remember I was writing on an open blog and so now I don't feel
like writing anymore. well, that works, i'm done.
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