well, this actually isn’t my first blog entry. my original blog is meghanchandler.wordpress.com. Unfortunately, i fear that my mom found out about it because i left my Macworld (10 Jan. 2007) pass thing on the ground and then later i found it on my mom’s computer desk. that doesn’t necessarily mean that read the card and went to my blog but just to be safe, i’ve made this one. “Pretty Little Mo” is my Cat, Mo. I love Mo. hopefully i can get as many hits with this blog as a did my old blog; i was getting about 15-40 hits a day.

right now i want to write about my mom. right now, of course, she is made at me. it seems like she is always mad at me. earilier she called me and “told” me to go get some dessert. i wasn’t wearing any makeup and i was wearing soccer clothes and i told her it would be better if she went. since she wanted dessert, i went ahead and told her what i would like and was pushing her to crave it too. but then she started asking for money. and i’m like wtf? i don’t have any money. i have like $12 and that’s it. she started bugging me about it and i JOKINGLY called her a bitch. and she said that i hurt her feeling. really, i swear. i really thought she was being ridiculous for asking me to pay for it; it was her idea to get dessert. so now she is “hurt” and she’s being more quiet.

now, i know that i am lame and i don’t have a job. i know i don’t have one because of my confidence. it is hard for me. i don’t want to be a cashier because i don’t want to deal with money but it seems like that is the only guaranteed job around here or the only one that i could probably get. I wanted to get a the local health club here but they’re not hiring. i handed in my application because they told they would hold it. i guess i need to make a phone call. i’ve decided that i’m not going to get a job now until after school starts because my schedule is not yet finalized. i’m on a waiting list for two classes and i might have to change everything if i don’t get in those classes. i hate this a lot; i know a lot of people are going through the same thing.