I realize there are things you say and do, you can never take back.
But what would you be if you didn’t even try? You have to try. So after a lot of thought, I’d like to reconsider.
Please, if it’s not too late…


Make it a cheeseburger.

First person to guess what song that comes from and the artist wins a cookie (And no cheating! No Googling allowed [or any variation thereof; taxes, titles, and fees apply; must be 182 and three quarters or under to enter; direct relatives of America Online, Microsoft, Google, Wal-Mart, and The Daily Bibbler employees are uneligible for entry; offer void in Utah, or if your middle name starts with the letters K, J, P, Q, or Z.])

Yes, I am in that odd of a mood.

Believe it or not, that does have something to do with what I was aiming to write about tonight. I understand too little too late. What do I mean? I mean my brother Steven’s sick and can’t go see the extended edition of The Two Towers at two in the afternoon on this date at the Uptown Theater in Washington, DC. What does that mean to you, the viewers at home? It means I’m stuck with an extra ticket to this movie… and I don’t wanna go alone. I will go alone, though, if I have to, but isn’t that sad? That’s a wasted ticket to a showing that in most theatres is entirely sold out. I really wish I knew more people in this area that are abnormal like me and don’t have to work on a Friday afternoon, and can thus spend their hours going to ridiculously fan-obsessed movies.

You wanna go? Show up at the Uptown Theater, the showing’s at two, and look for the girl with the crazy curly hair. I sent an email to my friend Stephen to see if he wants to go, but I highly doubt he’ll be able to go. He has to work, and he’s a popular dude – if he doesn’t work, he probably has plans.

Turns out I didn’t have to go to the doctor today after all. My Dad – who made the appointment – apparently wrote down the wrong date. The appointment’s really today (man, this is getting confusing. It’s still Thursday to me, since I haven’t slept yet, but technically it’s past midnight, so it’s today… argh! Brain… ‘sploding…) So I ended up waking up early this morning for nothing. Okay, not entirely for nothing – Mom did take me and Steve to get hotcakes from McDonald’s. Mmm, I do love me some hotcakes, those things are yummy. The strangest thing was I actually had a dream about hotcakes last night and woke up craving them, then Steve comes in and says that if I hurry we can go to McDonald’s. I think McD’s is employing some kind of mind-controlling device that randomly selects families, sends the ESP-waves into their rooms at night, and forces yummy, mapley, hotcake dreams upon the unsuspecting sleeper. Whatever it is they did, it worked. And man was it good.

But, after getting hotcakes, I came back home and went to sleep. I needed it, too. I was miserable last night – up until four AM because the pain pill I took didn’t take care of the pain. Rather, it just made my stomach tumble. That wasn’t fun. Hopefully tonight will be nicer to me. I did learn a trick how to handle tumbling stomachs. I finally couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer and forced myself to sleep. I normally can’t do that, but thanks to this trick, I actually fell asleep pretty fast. I’ve found that for me, if I breathe very carefully and thoughtfully using my stomach muscles, it’s relaxing and distracting enough that I fall asleep. Also, it’s really good for digestion apparently. I read that somewhere today, but don’t ask me where. I forgot.

I finally got in contact with the lady from FirstStar. The meeting’s set up for the twenty-second. I’m really excited and eager to hear what it is they have in mind for me. So huzzah!

Finally, I have a funny somethin-somethin to tell you. I got the coolest email this evening – apparently there’s someone on this planet whose real name is Heather Meggers. This nice lady wrote to me today to tell me that a lot of her associates have been asking her if this blog is hers. She finally checked it out and she wrote to me to say, “Nice blog! I’m glad I’m not embarrased by the association.” Pretty cool, huh? I so wish I had the last name of Meggers, then I’d be vindicated for all those years that I’ve used the nickname despite the fact I have nothing remotely close to “Meg” in my legal name. Plus, it would make me feel better for having purchased Meggers.org. 🙂 Either way, I can’t wait to learn more about Heather Meggers. She’s the closest I’ve come to ever meeting anyone with my name. I’ve never met another Heather Lawver, so this is as close as I think I’m ever gonna get. (That is, unless I end up marrying somone with a fairly common last name. Like Smith, Stewart, or Liebowitz [hehe, I just like saying Liebowitz]. I’m sure there’s another Heather Smith out there, roaming this big green/blue planet.)

I think I’d better get to sleep now, since tomorrow’s the day I really have to wake up early. So, until next time, just remember…
I’m the gal who sits next to you, and reads the newspaper over your shoulder.
Wait, don’t turn the page, I’m not finished (offer still void in Utah.)