<?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-6139289139513907998</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:59:54.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meg's Writing and Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>I like to write. Sometimes I just ramble or write nonsense stuff. Enjoy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-1142219343877720907</id><published>2009-07-05T18:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:33:56.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update of my Life - July 5, 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, it's the last month of my time off before I return to GSC in August. Time for a update on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 19 years old now. That's right. I celebrated my birthday by working in the morning at the waterpark and then went out to eat at Shogun with my family and love of my life. This is the third birthday I have spent with Christopher. I can't wait to spent the rest of my birthdays God will bless me with with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent this summer working two jobs. I'm still working at the newspaper, but I have also picked up a second job back at the waterpark. This is my second summer working there, and I am reminded of how much I hated working there. However, I cannot deny that I have been enjoying the additional source of income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also decided to stop planning my future, and just lay back and enjoy the ride. Things happen that you don't expect. I'm going to make decisions when they come up. I am going to live out my life the way I should. I guess you could say I have matured a lot this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I'm looking up to:&lt;br /&gt;Next week - I'm going to the midnight showing of the latest Harry Potter movies with two of my bff's, Raeanne and Kari. We are also making this a girl night, and if we can all get the next day off from work, we're going to make it a sleepover. I'm excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks - Camping trip with Christopher, Kari, and Matt! It's going to be sooo much fun! I have never really gone camping before, so this is a new but excting experience for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to update soon.&lt;br /&gt;Love always,&lt;br /&gt;Megan E. Gill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:meg_meg16@bellsouth.net"&gt;meg_meg16@bellsouth.net&lt;/a&gt; (contact e-mail)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-1142219343877720907?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/1142219343877720907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=1142219343877720907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/1142219343877720907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/1142219343877720907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2009/07/update-of-my-life-july-5-2009.html' title='Update of my Life - July 5, 2009'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-5735423846682408815</id><published>2009-04-05T17:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T17:28:55.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend has been the first weekend that I've spend at my house without my family being there. They went to Myrtle Beach in South Carolina for my cousin, Jeffrey's wedding. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to go because my family won't be coming back until late tomorrow. I have school tomorrow. In college, you can't really afford to miss a day of class or you will fall behind. It's crazy but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after my parents left, my boyfriend, Christopher came over. I didn't think I'd get to see him past Friday because he was supposed to leave yesterday for Alabama to spend his Spring Break with his uncle. Turns out his uncle couldn't come to get him until today for various reasons. Chris came over to my house, and we hung out. We played Rock Band, got online (he made me get a Neopet account, lol. megangill18 is my username in case you want to become "neofriends."), went to McDonald's for lunch, and then came back to my house to hang somemore. He stayed with me until I had to leave for work. I'm glad I got to spend some more time with my love before he went away for a week. :) I'm going to miss him while he's gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only craziness to report at my work that day was when I got a call from a funeral home director at Ward's Funeral Home. It was about 6 p.m., and they were hoping I could get in a brief notice for them for Sunday's paper. Normally, this isn't a problem because the deadline for receiving obituaries is 6:30 p.m. Unfortunately for him, he wasn't at the funeral home. He seemed upset when I said I couldn't take it over the phone. That's part of the rules here. We only accept obituaries from funeral homes through emails and in an extreme situation, faxes. He was like, "Are you going to wait for us to sent the email?" Um, heck no. I don't &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;to wait for anyone if they don't get their obit to me before deadline. I'm just usually nice and do it anyway for them. I told him, "Yes, we will." It just made me angry that he would be upset at me for something I can't control. I can't take obits through the phone, and I can't magically make deadline go back a few hours. I don't make the rules, I just have to follow them. Why is it with every job I've ever worked there is someone who gets mad at me for the rules I don't make? What do they honestly expect to get out of me by complaining about it? Do they think I will bend the rules for them? Um, NO! Jobs are hard to find right now! I'd like to keep mine! Okay, there's my venting for today. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from work, Shannon came over. We went out and got pizza. She spent the night with me. We watched movies, ate, and talked to our boyfriends on the phone. lol. I actually got into a ten minute conversation with her boyfriend. It was interesting. lol. I got her to watch the Rocky Horror Picture Show. She loved it! lol. Who doesn't really? "Let's do the time warp again!" We slept in this morning and then she left when I had to come into work today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness for my boyfriend and bff's who have come through for me when I needed someone to be with, so I wouldn't be lonely while they were gone. I love you all! :) My family comes home tomorrow!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-5735423846682408815?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/5735423846682408815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=5735423846682408815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/5735423846682408815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/5735423846682408815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-2952071800327552016</id><published>2009-03-15T13:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T13:36:19.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Weekend..</title><content type='html'>Except for Friday, this weekend has been full of homework. I'm such a procrastinator. I have a big speech tomorrow, and I haven't even practiced it yet. lol. I'm an OCD procrastinator, "do it right, but do it later." If I can make it through this next week of school, everything will be great! :) I guess I will leave it with that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-2952071800327552016?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/2952071800327552016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=2952071800327552016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/2952071800327552016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/2952071800327552016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-weekend.html' title='This Weekend..'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-58927466359280401</id><published>2009-03-12T11:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T20:28:47.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, March 11, 2009. Yes, I know I'm late.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a great day! I'm late on posting this because when I got home last night, I was determined to finish that chapter of the book that I had to read this week for my Survey of U.S. History 2 class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with one of my newest best friends, Jennifer Messer at the Chick-fil-A in Oakwood for breakfast. We talked about our job and school. lol. Then we caught the Chick-fil-A cow that always stands out by the corner (Haha, he works the corner! :P) of Atlanta Highway and Winder Highway where the restaurant is. We asked him if we could take a picture of him, because we're just amazing like that! lol. We thought he couldn't talk, but he finally talked to us. After I took the picture of him and Jennifer, he asked what time it was. Weird, much? I guess he couldn't wait to get out of the costume! lol. We got our pictures though! lol. Then we hung out at Wal-mart. Woot! We just took some random photos, looked at clothes, stared at the fish for awhile (lol...), and just talked the whole time. I will put up the photos as soon as I get them uploaded on here. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313204322755017234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SbxLLlTh-hI/AAAAAAAAACs/1T-g5G6HP2Q/s320/n1112776820_331146_2493809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313203716007825042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SbxKoQ_ujpI/AAAAAAAAACk/5ab9quP_bas/s320/Nov.+2008-Mar.+2009+139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313203327109529394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SbxKRoPJfzI/AAAAAAAAACc/zQ6C71khrmk/s320/Nov.+2008-Mar.+2009+138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lunch, I met up with another one of my best friends, Joanne Allison at the restaurant Oodles. That place has amazing food! She got fettuchini alfredo, and I got three cheese macaroni. It was sooooo good! I definitely would go back there! I just need some more money. lol. We talked like best friends do. It was fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my best friends (today was bff day :)), Becca Mann came over when she got out of school. We hung out and watched Gilmore Girls. :D I was expecting another one of best friends, Leanne Taylor to come over, but she didn't show up, she didn't even answer us. I'm starting to wonder if she even really wants to be our best friend again. It's really starting to tick me off. Regardless, Becca and I still had fun like we always do. :) We even discussed the horrible education system of Georgia, this includes college. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a call from our church's calling post. Our pastor is VERY sick. I got home too late last night, so I don't know if there is any updates. He is definitely in my prayers, him and his wife. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up my boyfriend, Christopher, from his school last night. He has a driver's license, just not a full-functioning car. lol. That's okay. It gives me another excuse to see him. :D We watched American Idol, lol. I love being with him, and obviously he does too, if he can put up with watching a show he can't stand, because I like it. I love him with all of my heart! I can't wait to see him Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my update on yesterday. Now, I'm going to work on my speech, outline, and powerpoint. Maybe I'll update tonight. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-58927466359280401?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/58927466359280401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=58927466359280401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/58927466359280401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/58927466359280401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2009/03/yesterday-march-11-2009-yes-i-know-im.html' title='Yesterday, March 11, 2009. Yes, I know I&apos;m late.'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SbxLLlTh-hI/AAAAAAAAACs/1T-g5G6HP2Q/s72-c/n1112776820_331146_2493809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-6153507184382693130</id><published>2009-03-11T00:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T00:55:56.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, hello there!</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've last written in here. It's been almost a year it looks like. Wow. Honestly, I forgot about this. lol. Nothing has really changed. I'm almost done with my first year of college. Who knew this year would fly by so fast? In two months I'll be 19 years old. In less than a month my boyfriend and I will celebrate our two year anniversary. I'm looking forward to that! :) I've made SO many new friends this year and have some new best friends. I've also had to learn the hard way who my "true" friends were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about really getting into scrapbooking. It sounds fun. I want to start scrapbooking my life. Maybe I'll actually update this too. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-6153507184382693130?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/6153507184382693130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=6153507184382693130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/6153507184382693130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/6153507184382693130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2009/03/why-hello-there.html' title='Why, hello there!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-966066501165565700</id><published>2008-06-21T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:11:43.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"One Step at a Time"</title><content type='html'>I truly love this song. It is one of my favorite songs. I truly believe in its lyrics. I think we would all be happier people if we truly learned to take things "one step at a time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One Step at a Time" by Jordin Sparks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Hurry up and wait&lt;br /&gt;So close, but so far away&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you've always dreamed of&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for you to taste&lt;br /&gt;But you just can't touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world,&lt;br /&gt;but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face and the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt; One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and its&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;You believe and you doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're confused, you got it all figured out&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you always wished for&lt;br /&gt;Could be yours, should be yours, would be yours&lt;br /&gt;If they only knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;You wanna show the world, but no one knows your name yet&lt;br /&gt;Wonder when and where and how you're gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;You know you can if you get the chance&lt;br /&gt;In your face and the door keeps slamming&lt;br /&gt;Now you're feeling more and more frustrated&lt;br /&gt;And you're getting all kind of impatient waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;We live and we learn to take&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;When you can't wait any longer&lt;br /&gt;But there's no end in sight&lt;br /&gt;When you need to find the strength&lt;br /&gt;It's the faith that makes you stronger&lt;br /&gt;The only way we get there&lt;br /&gt;Is one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Take one step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;br /&gt;There's no need to rush&lt;br /&gt;It's like learning to fly&lt;br /&gt;Or falling in love&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna happen and it's&lt;br /&gt;Supposed to happen that we&lt;br /&gt;Find the reasons why&lt;br /&gt;One step at a time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-966066501165565700?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/966066501165565700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=966066501165565700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/966066501165565700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/966066501165565700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/06/one-step-at-time.html' title='&quot;One Step at a Time&quot;'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-253079899098674165</id><published>2008-06-20T16:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T16:13:45.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Sand and Megan Gill =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SFwOVelBNhI/AAAAAAAAABY/XJJk2hHf6Gw/s1600-h/548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214058230736565778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SFwOVelBNhI/AAAAAAAAABY/XJJk2hHf6Gw/s320/548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Together since April 1st 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is DEFINITELY love. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SFwOxoJu-2I/AAAAAAAAABg/Lu0hrhDZBsY/s1600-h/549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214058714342816610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" height="260" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SFwOxoJu-2I/AAAAAAAAABg/Lu0hrhDZBsY/s320/549.JPG" width="962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-253079899098674165?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/253079899098674165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=253079899098674165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/253079899098674165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/253079899098674165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/06/christopher-sand-and-megan-gill.html' title='Christopher Sand and Megan Gill =]'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SFwOVelBNhI/AAAAAAAAABY/XJJk2hHf6Gw/s72-c/548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-8477283600974562155</id><published>2008-06-19T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:23:47.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My job..</title><content type='html'>My job is driving me crazy! At first they had us working six days a week. Our only days off were Mondays when the waterpark is closed. Now we have more people, so we only have to work like four or five days a week. I was greatly enjoying this until Lake Lanier Islands starting cutting down to minimal staff to be able to pay us all. They didn't fire anybody, but we all are starting to work a little less. Example: In season passes, we start off with 5 people every day. If the schedule gets messed up and six people show up to work, one person HAS to go home. Waste of gas! Then we cut down to two people by the end of the day. We have been taking turns, so we can all make more money. I left at 3 yesterday when I could've stayed to close at 6. Now I'm off today. I'm guessing I'll be closing tomorrow though, but I'm not sure. I just don't understand why Lake Lanier Islands hires so many people when they can't pay all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-8477283600974562155?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/8477283600974562155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=8477283600974562155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/8477283600974562155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/8477283600974562155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-job.html' title='My job..'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-4630140173611541499</id><published>2008-06-18T08:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T08:40:02.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What should I do?</title><content type='html'>I have a debate going on inside my head. My junior year in high school, I took A.P. Language and Composition. I managed to make a 3 on the AP exam which is considered passing. I could get out of English 1101 at Gainesville State and go on to English 1102, but I have to find my score, take it to the admissions office, they have to look at it, then they have to go prove, and then I can try to sign up for a English 1102 class. By then, there might not be any choices. I went ahead and signed up for English 1101 just in case, but I'm wondering if I should just go ahead and turn in my scores. The other thing is, I'm waiting for my scores to come back from AP Literature exam to come back. I'm pretty sure I made a 2 on that, so I don't want them to get that confused with my AP Language scores, because they are getting that score in the mail. I'm not sure what to do. Should I still try to get out of English 1101?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-4630140173611541499?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/4630140173611541499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=4630140173611541499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/4630140173611541499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/4630140173611541499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-should-i-do.html' title='What should I do?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-1901257550959176562</id><published>2008-06-17T08:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T08:51:46.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am truly..</title><content type='html'>A happy person when I am with my friends and loved ones. They help me forget about the craziness or trials of a day. They help set myself free. I am truly me when I am with them. I realized this yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first got to spend some time with my best friend and "big sister" Shannon. She works at Gabrielle's Salon in Flowery Branch and offered to cut my hair for free. I came and had a great time. Her and I don't get to do much bonding anymore because of our busy work schedules. I got to finally meet her boyfriend, Neal, in person. He's really nice. I'm glad she found somebody who can treat her and her best friends with respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, I had planned for my boyfriend Chris to come over and come swimming at my subdivision pool. His sister who is also a friend of mine, Katie, asked if she could come along too. This shocked me at first because I'm used to her always going swimming in her boyfriend Brandon's neighborhood. I let her come along too though because it's always more fun with more people. On my way back to my house after picking the two of them up, another one of my best friends, Alicia, called me. She just wanted to stop by my house to drop off Raeanne's graduation gift, but I invited her to stay and come swimming with us since she was now off from work and we haven't hung out in forever. She came along. I didn't mean for that many people to come, but it was so much fun! I got to go swimming and catch up with some of the people who I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need another day like this. =] Chris and I are planning to hang out at his house Thursday since we're both off from work that day. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-1901257550959176562?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/1901257550959176562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=1901257550959176562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/1901257550959176562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/1901257550959176562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-truly.html' title='I am truly..'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-570444656863540573</id><published>2008-06-16T11:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T11:57:52.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College Classes!</title><content type='html'>This fall I'm taking English 1101, College Algebra, American Government and Politics, Psychology, and Theater Appreciation. I'm pretty excited. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-570444656863540573?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/570444656863540573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=570444656863540573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/570444656863540573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/570444656863540573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/06/college-classes.html' title='College Classes!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-3101097897676952231</id><published>2008-06-09T11:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T11:59:24.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish..</title><content type='html'>I had more time in my life to write. I do enjoy writing, but I never really have time for it anymore with my job. When I am off, I spend that time on something else I have to do around the house or hanging out with somebody. I never really log on blogspot anymore where I do most of my writing. On the brightside, as soon as the season ends for the waterpark, I'm getting a job as a weekend clerk at The Times, and sometimes I will get to write some articles. :) It will be great experience for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-3101097897676952231?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/3101097897676952231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=3101097897676952231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/3101097897676952231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/3101097897676952231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-wish.html' title='I wish..'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-7732214301499473512</id><published>2008-05-23T09:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:15:39.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation Practice Yesterday</title><content type='html'>It was basically chaos. They didn't have our chairs lined up right. They left out people, and instead of just adding a chair for the person, they made EVERYBODY in the whole row move. Stupid. Also, when we're on stage, there are bright lights shining down on us. We're going to be blind by the time Graduation is over. I'm sure glad that our families can see us, because we sure can't see them thanks to the bright lights! We were supposed to get out of practice by 6:30. Nope. We got out at 8. Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brightside, I found out I'm graduating with honor. =] It has been my dream since I was at graduation my freshman year to be an honors graduate. My hard work apparently has paid off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation is tomorrow, and I'm so excited! All of my family is coming down to Georgia today. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-7732214301499473512?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/7732214301499473512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=7732214301499473512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/7732214301499473512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/7732214301499473512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-practice-yesterday.html' title='Graduation Practice Yesterday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-7945424844032004078</id><published>2008-05-19T19:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:48:49.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>High School is over..</title><content type='html'>I made up my economics exam today. With that finished, I am now officially done with high school. It's so weird to think that I'm never going to go to Flowery Branch High School again. So many memories have been made in the four years at that school, good and bad. I'm now moving on from the high school phase of my life on to college. Time for some new memories to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class of 2008, thanks for all the good times together! I'm going to miss you all and wish you the best of luck in life! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-7945424844032004078?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/7945424844032004078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=7945424844032004078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/7945424844032004078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/7945424844032004078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-school-is-over.html' title='High School is over..'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-4747080434075326584</id><published>2008-05-13T14:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:10:55.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandad died...</title><content type='html'>I just found out like an hour ago. I'm devastated. I did NOT see this coming. I knew he was going to die from his brain tumors, but I thought we had almost a year left with him. I didn't even get to see him one more time. Last time was Spring Break. I was going to see him this weekend, but now I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was going to wear my cap and gown for him and my grandmother since they weren't going to be able to come to my graduation. =[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel heartbroken. I really really did not see it happening this soon. My plans have completely changed. Today might have been my last day of high school. I'll have to take my exams when I come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how to describe how I'm feeling completely right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-4747080434075326584?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/4747080434075326584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=4747080434075326584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/4747080434075326584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/4747080434075326584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-grandad-died.html' title='My Grandad died...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-6652745249956764432</id><published>2008-05-11T15:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:18:14.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>I hope that all the mothers in the world are having an amazing Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and I got our mother a card and a Starbucks gift card. She loved it. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-6652745249956764432?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/6652745249956764432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=6652745249956764432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/6652745249956764432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/6652745249956764432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-8096417343194358134</id><published>2008-05-09T13:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:28:35.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is my love...</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend had been sick the past two days. During those two days, I didn't get to hear from him. It was really hard for me because this week has been crazy with stress, and I always looked forward to talking to him at night and letting go of that stress. He was too sick and tired to talk on the phone though, and I don't blame him because I have been that sick before and know how bad it is. Last night, I tried to call him, but he didn't answer which wasn't really surprising knowing he was still weak from being sick and also, it was 11 when I called him. I knew his phone was on, so I decided to leave him a text message asking him to just send me a text message before he goes to work the races today. A way to show me that he misses me just as I much as I miss him. At 6:15 this morning he sent me that message. :) It was so sweet...and I felt so much better than I did last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's what he sent me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hey baby girl i miss you and love you with all my heart and want to be with you for ever baby girl"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love him so very much. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel truly blessed to have him in my life. He loves me no matter what I say or do. Other people might judge me, but he continues to love me just as much as he always has. He is my true love. I can tell him anything, and he will always listen to me. He will be my crying shoulder at times. It feels better when you can just cry it all out while being held close to the person you care about the most and not have to worry about what they think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I could go on forever about how much he means to me, but I will spare you all, lol. He is the one I want to be with for the rest of my life. I know he feels the same. It's a great feeling to love and be loved in return. I truly believe that there is a special someone for everyone. I found my special someone. =]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-8096417343194358134?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/8096417343194358134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=8096417343194358134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/8096417343194358134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/8096417343194358134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-my-love.html' title='This is my love...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-4846027668705744759</id><published>2008-05-06T16:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:15:21.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just realized..</title><content type='html'>The waterpark opens next weekend. Time really goes by fast! Not that I'll be home, but I start working the Sunday after that weekend. I wish I could work opening weekend, but it's my cousin's graduation. Plus it gives me another opportunity to spend time with my sick grandfather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just some info. for anyone interested:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Opening day for waterpark: May 17th&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ticket prices: $8 to get in Lake Lanier Islands for a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$27.99 Adults Tue. - Fri. (Waterpark)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$29.99 Adults Sat. - Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$25.99 Adults if you buy your ticket online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$13.99 after 3pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$17.99 Children under 42" tall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;$15.99 Children under 42" tall if you buy your ticket online&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Days Open: Tue. - Sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hours open: Sat. - Sun. 10 AM - 7 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tue. - Fri. 10 AM - 6 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-4846027668705744759?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/4846027668705744759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=4846027668705744759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/4846027668705744759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/4846027668705744759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-realized.html' title='I just realized..'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-25462002442011940</id><published>2008-05-05T13:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T13:07:49.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>is it that I always ruin good things?I could be in the best of moods, and I let one bad thing ruin in.I don't know when to keep my mouth shut.When I do say things, I always say it to the last person I should be telling it to.I feel like I just completely ruined the most important aspect of my life right now...I'm always paranoid that I've done that though, so I could be wrong...Why do I always get upset over little things???The fear of it has left me in a bad mood though...I just hope I'm wrong.=[&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-25462002442011940?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/25462002442011940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=25462002442011940' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/25462002442011940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/25462002442011940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6139289139513907998.post-6846062004141266294</id><published>2008-05-04T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T15:58:53.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I got one.</title><content type='html'>I now have a blogspot, well, obviously. I think that this another good way to keep in touch. I now have a myspace, facebook, and this. I am slowly learning how to work this, so bear with me! I used to have a xanga long ago, so I'm more used to that although it has changed a lot too apparently. I'll try to update every day, but I can't promise anything. I have a busy life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6139289139513907998-6846062004141266294?l=megmeg17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/feeds/6846062004141266294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6139289139513907998&amp;postID=6846062004141266294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/6846062004141266294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6139289139513907998/posts/default/6846062004141266294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://megmeg17.blogspot.com/2008/05/yes-i-got-one.html' title='Yes, I got one.'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01415388548482754921</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-IJ9X-0icKE/SstoHgEcTFI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2a3HETVl_0M/S220/June-July+2009+023.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
