Dumb Teenage Drivers

Well, quite the eventful night. When I was brainstorming about this blog on the way home from the Institute Opening Social, it was just going to be my normal blog, complaining about being single and awkward around guys. Well, that's not the case anymore as while driving home i had quite the terrifying experience. I was driving down a country road trying to get to 35, when I noticed a couple cars behind me driving erratically and the one closest behind me was swirving from side to side of this tiny, two lane, no shoulder road. I was a little put off to say the least. Then once I turned onto 35, the proceeded to box me in, drive right on my bumper, with their brights on. I was absolutely terrified. They continued to drive like this, trying to make me go faster, for a few miles. Finally, I decided to slow down, and they went around me. Luckily at this point in time, I was right by a road I knew well, so I turned off of 35 onto that road, to get away. Luckily for me, they continued on 35.
Once I got home and told my parents, they called the cops. After giving a report over the phone, they sent to officers to my house. I was so scared, simply because I'm terrified of them, but they ended up being quite helpful. I felt so proud of myself, because, through all the stress of that event, I managed to get the liscence plate of one of the trucks so the officers can ticket them and scare the pants off of those dumb kids.
What else is crazy, is that I similar thing happened to a friend of mine just last week. But in this event, the people got out of their truck and surrounded the car, beating on the windows, and then chased them around Pearland for a good 20 minutes.
I don't know what makes people think that they can do these sort of things to people. It's not cool, it completely idiotic, not to mention how dangerous it is! And did I mention, that when this happened to me, it was pouring down rain?
It's amazing how a simple trip home from a church activity of all things, could turn into an experience, making me scared for my life. I swear, instead of upping the legal age for driving or anything like that, the state should make people take IQ tests. That would for sure reduce accidents and such tremendously.

On a lighter note, I wanted to give you the reader, some great music to ponder during your Labor Day weekend. I got these songs off of some free itunes samplers and put them on a mix cd that I've been jamming out to in my car for weeks. I love these songs so much. And make sure that when you listen to them, it is at a level that is too loud for your mother to listen to, but low enough that it doesn't hurt your ears (I'm not here to advertise premature hearing loss).

Edward Sharp & the Magnetic Zeros- 40 Days Dream


Allie Moss- Corner


Ladyhawke- My Delirium


Band of Skulls- I Know What I Am

And these other few are just some old stand byes that I really enjoy.

Modest Mouse- Fire It Up

Kings of Leon- Day Old Blues

Air- Surfing on a Rocket

I was totally going to put up the videos for the rest of these, but it's late and my computer is super slow. So you can youtube them yourselves if you want to..

No Prozac= Lots of Gripes.

So I haven't taken my Prozac in two days. This wasn't purposeful by any definition of the word, but none the less, it happened. Therefore I am writing this list.

Meredith's Gripes of the Week

1. I'm sick and tired of people getting angry at me for obeying traffic laws. Take a frickin chill pill and take that lead foot off of the gas. It's not that hard.
2. Mosquito bites need to die. Stop waking me up in the middle of the night with you ceaseless itching. Benadryl ointment can only do so much good.
3. Getting welcomed home by being lectured on what I need to do so I can stop being such a horrible child.
4. Getting welcomed home by being lectured on how I can go about loosing all this apparently unsightly weight that apparently makes a certain family member so embarrassed to be a part of the same household.
5. Trying to catch up on my stories, but getting distracted, so I have to watch the show for the third time, because I have no earthly idea what happened.
6. I don't want to stay in California for Christmas. I want to come home and see my friends and be in my own house and I want all my family to be there too for once.
7. Wearing cap sleeves does not make you a fugly slut! And yes, I am going to continue wearing them until I begin wearing garments and I will probably wear them more now.
8.Why is my room always so freaking dirty? I clean it on a daily basis.
9. Why does my room continue to smell like cat pee even though I don't allow the cat with the bladder issues in said room? It makes no sense! No wonder I can't get any dates. It's probably cause I smell like cat pee all the time.
10. Modesty. Not the concept, but the actual act. Modesty is great. I don't want to look like a hoe and I most definitely want to present myself as a beautiful daughter of God that respects her body, but why does it have to be so hard. And why does it have to be seemingly impossible to find an undershirt in the state of Texas that covers my boobs. I mean, I know I'm quite large there, but jeez Louise, it can't cost that much more to ad an inch more fabric to a tank, the sure do manage to do it in Utah, and in Walmart at that!
11. Go away fleas! I'm sick of having to pick you off of my cats and I'm sick of you making them so miserable. Go pick on someone your own size, or better yet, die and stop covering every surface of my house in your poop!
12. Having to take Prozac every single day just to avoid writing blogs such as this.


Congratulations to Sister Magnolia Montez on being called to serve in the Florida, Tampa mission. You'll be the best missionary ever! I love you so much!

"Extract" was a great movie. I love me some Jason Bateman.

I'll go take those happy pills now.

A Woodstock Nation

I have been sooooooo pumped for "Taking Woodstock" to come out, but somehow, I failed to realize that it is coming out Friday. FRIDAY? You know what that means.... midnight showing dressed in my finest hippie attire. I'm so excited for this movie. I don't know what it is, but for the longest time, I have had a strange obsession with Woodstock. It probably stems from the fact that my mom wishes she would have been there, so she's been living vicariously through me, telling me as much as she can about the magical time that was the 60's. I guess it's just the fact that people seemed to have a passion for live that is rarely found these days and the fact that that many young people could come together of their own accord and celebrate peacefully. I mean, nowadays you can't even get ten teenagers to twentysomethings in a room together with out world war 3 errupting. I recently watched a documentary on Woodstock and it just seemed like such a magical time. I would give anything to have been a part of it (minus the drug usage).
Also, I cannot go without mentioning Emile Hirsch being in the movie. I love him so much. I've only seen two of his movies, but two is plenty for me to appreciate his greatness. His role in "Into the Wild", amazing. His role in "Milk" adorably great, even with a physically image quite similar to Napoleon Dynamite. He's just so adorable and so talented. So, to tide myself and you readers over until Friday, here is a (for lack of a better word and a better vocabulary) adorable picture of Emile and the official "Taking Woodstock" trailer.

Enjoy !

Oh How I Love Incubus!

I saw Incubus in concert at the Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavillion in the Woodlands. The show was completely amazing. It didn't start out as so, since it was postponed due to weather, thus we were completely drenched in that weather waiting for the concert to start. But once we got into the Pavillion, things got better. Even though we were surrounded by smokers and pot heads, we still had a great time. The audience was amazing. You could tell from the expressions on the band members faces. I've never heard an audience as loud and enthusiastic. It was exactly what I needed after the less than stellar week I have had. Just thought I'd share that with you. I would write more, but I didn't get home until 1:30 am, so my energy is slightly lagging today. Anywho, God Bless!

Questions and Answers Stemming From Boredom

I'm so effing bored! Thus, this blog.
Is it wrong that my sleeping schedule is ruled by Chelsea Lately and E! News? Probably.
Is it gross that I keep wearing the same YMCA shirt to work even though it is covered in baby slobber and throw up? Probably.
Is it wrong that I watched the new episodes of John & Kate Plus 8 even though I hate them? Probably.
Is it wrong that I got a Blizzard at Dairy Queen last night just because I was angry with my father?
Is it sad that I'm thinking about rescheduling my orthodontist appointment because I don't want to wake up that early tomorrow?
These are the questions plaguing my mind this day.
I'm so ready to go to LA. My parents think that it is going to be horrible and that I am going to become a Satan worshiper, or worse, a Scientologist. My dad keeps meeting random people that tell him how much the hate LA and how shocking it is that my parents are letting me go there. I keep meeting church members who love it there and think it's going to be the best experience of my life. All of my prayers have been answered, telling me that going to AMDA is what I'm suppose to do. I just have a feeling that something great is going to come out of this. Either I am going to become famous and make a difference in the world, or I am going to make a difference for the better in on person's life. Either way, it will be worth it. I can't wait to prove everyone wrong.

I'm Not Afraid of the Black Man Running...

So, today my best friend started freaking out because she couldn't see a black guy that was on the side of the road because he was so black.
Wow.
Ten points if you can name what song this title is from.

Just Almost

Almost is just that.
Almost.
Almost made it,
Doesn't get you there.
Almost got it,
Doesn't get it.
Almost.
Almost should be there,
Right next to torture
Almost is just that.
Almost.
Almost won't get you into that college.
Almost won't win you that man.
Almost is never quite where you want it.
Almost is just that.
Almost.
i bid you adieu almost.