mikalickahilickahidyho.

yeah..... so my journal posting skills, as of late, have been less than stellar, i know. i'm gettin lazy. well i was going to post a video... but it wont let me. so just go to this link. the more times you watch it the funnier it gets. (they should really work on making 'funnier' an acceptable word...it already is to me)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fk-1mla0LeU

dreams.

*so when i was younger (and i might have told you this before) it was my childhood ambition to work at mcdonalds. see... the way i figured it... mcdonalds was just about the biggest company i could fathom at the age of 7. i mean... i always had fun when i was there. they were always changing the sign so it said 'over 88 billions burgers sold'. i figured those people were banking! while everyone else i knew was playing school.... i was playing drive thru. i was excellent at it. "welcome to mcdonalds, can i take your order?"

*and i just remembered this one the other day.... when i was younger, i loved the bozo the clown show. you know the one. (and if you dont, then you were seriously deprived as a child) well there was this one segment and bozo would shout out "it's time for the grand! prize! game!" basically, they set up 6 buckets in a line and you would have to stand behind a line and try to make a ping pong ball in to the buckets starting with the closest bucket number one. (i always got mad when a kid couldnt even make it into bucket number one. pathetic. bad form.) you got a prize everytime you made one of the buckets. in the first couple of buckets they were lame prizes, however when you got to about the 2nd or 3rd bucket, they would bring out a lifetime supply of archway cookies. now, i had never had an archway cookie, but i thought it would be cool to tell all my friends, 'yeah, come over to the house, i'll get my mom to break out the archways". well, in the last bucket bozo always put a "crisp 100 dollar bill" and everyone would go "OoOoOoOoooooo" and he would taunt you with the grand prize....a brand. new. schwinn. bicycle. (it really is amazing what my brain retains) well... i figured i had just about as good a shot as anyone else to be on the show, and i figured that i would ultimately be picked to participate in the grand. prize. game. so i began practicing. whenever i got grounded (which happened to be a lot) i would practice. mom just thought she was punishing me, when actually she was just contributing to my hours and hours of countless ping pong ball tossing skills. i would set up six buckets in my room (and by buckets i mean boxes, tubs, caboodles, anything that a ping pong ball could be shot into.) and i then i would practice. i practices my excited jumping up and down as i made each bucket, i practiced my surprised look when they brought out the lifetime supply of archway cookies (why do i tell you these things?) and i practiced my concentrated look when i was going for bucket number 6. i knew i was going to get my chance. i knew i was going to be on that show. i would be ahead of the game by practicing. ....... i never got to be on the bozo show. but if i had i would like to believe that i would have at least made enough buckets that i could have gotten the lifetime supply of archway cookies. (you know that some where there are a bunch of people with lifetimes supplies of archway cookies. i bet they dont even eat them anymore. ....how ungrateful.)


and you say i have no ambition!?!

posting because i'm bored. nothing to see here....

*so recently, there have come about these little, we'll call them "scandals" dealing with girls recently placed in the spotlight (i.e. antonella barba with american idol and miss nebraska) and their personal, and rather scandalous pictures of them surfacing on the internet and in turn, entertainment tonight and the world news. this has lead me, after much consternation to ask all of you to delete those pictures of me in which might just be a little too revealing. you know the ones.... spring break '03, prom, and grandma's 80th birthday party. (for the sake of me and grandma)

*so last night, after going and getting my hair did. (love it) p.s.. impromptu plug for salon elevation in dallas. it's incredible. everyone is covered in tattoos and piercings, they offer you a beer when you walk in the door, and i've never been in a place where they all know so much about hair. it's really bizarre. ask for stephen. anyways.... i got a flat tire and changed it on the side of the dark road. it was one of those badass moments where you feel like you can then and only then take over the entire world. and i sliced my finger open. i hope it scars.

not even lying.

morgan -- [noun]: A master of storytelling 'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

morgan is not cool.

so i'm at the mall the other day. you know, shopping. i venture into urban outfitters. urban outfitters. the epitome of cool. right? so after mindlessly walking around the store for about 10 minutes, i begin to sense how not-so-acutely awkward i feel. i just keep walking around looking for something that i would wear in public, instead of thinking, 'yeah my grandma has that in baby blue.' i walk over to a stand of shirts, and pick one up, and then proceed to turn it around, and around, trying to figure out which way is up and which side is the front. until i just kind of inconspicuously look around and place it back on the table as if i never touched it. it's like the people in there knew that i wasnt really supposed to be there. (i swear the seasame street game "one of these things is not like the other, one of these things just doesnt belong" song was running over the speaker system) i dont wear flats. i dont own a huge brightly colored belt. i dont get the whole "layering" thing. i'll never wear tights. i dont enjoy dressing like the bag lady. and my head is too big for most hats. but... secretly.... what i really want to do.... is cut my hair a little shorter and a little more spiky, dye it platinum blonde, with some really cool colored highlights, pierce my eyebrow, and tell everyone, 'yeah, i got it at urban'.

i'm so not cool.

my funny valentine.

well. since, i would say, valentines sucks for the majority of people. (i blame expectation. this alleged "holiday" is up there with new years, as far as expectations of a day go. but i digress....) since some people hate this day... i decided to lay down my pride in exchange for a funny story. it's an at-least-THIS-didnt-happen-to-you story. it's up there with my top two embarrassing moments of all time. (the other story involves an empty house, a grandmother, and a parrot) you might want to grab some chocolate. this turned out to be a rather lengthy story.

anyways... so let's take it back to high school. senior year. i used to hate valentines day. (i will probably still claim at some point in time that i hate it, but i really dont.) in fact, i used to hate it so much that i wore all black to lament the day. (well that, and i'll use any excuse to dress in all black.) so. we're in class. on valentines day. i'm in all black and talking about how much i didnt like the day and what a hoax it was. yada. yada. yada. so the bell rings and we all leave and i walk out and see that there is this guy... and i'm not sure, but i think he was waiting on me. (which then has me freaked out.) so he starts in on the small talk. (p.s. guys... we know when you are beating around the bush, about to ask us out) and this is what that was. and then it happened. he said "so i made reservations at marios tonight, you want to go" and my internal dialogue is going... "did you not hear me ranting and raving about how much i hate valentines day? i'm wearing all black...was that not another good indication? THIS is the girl you want to take out on valentines day?" and usually... i can dodge the "hey, ya wanna go out with me" question. in fact, i would call myself a pro, but there was no dodging this one...it came out of no where. so of course, i said "sure".

so i go home that afternoon. and try, at all costs, to downplay this, what i was hoping was a, non-date to my mom. and of course she gets the look. the eyes light up a little bit. her eyebrows raise. and she asks 'oh, so who is that?' (in that 'oh thank God my baby isnt a freak, SOMEONE likes her' tone. or was it 'oh thank God my baby isnt a lesbian?' which ever. i bet its the same look.) its the same look and question any 24 year old single girl still gets from her mother/grandmother/aunt/cousin/or anyone else associated with the single police whenever we mention someone who might sound like a boy. if you listen hard enough, you can hear them humming the wedding march. it's the look of deserate (and usually unfounded) hope. (yes mom, you still do it. you all do it.)

and in case you were wondering. i didnt wear all black on the date. (stick with me here, i promise there is a good part to this story) so we go on this "thing". and it's awkward. he's nice and funny as can be, so let me rephrase, i'm awkward. so we go to order. i order the cheapest thing on the menu. spaghetti. (becuase thats what we usually do boys. if we are out, the reason i order a salad isnt because i'm a rabbit, it's because it's the cheapest thing on the menu.) but of course, that whole line of reasoning has changed since this fateful night.... so. the date was not a complete bust. it was pleasant. ..... and then the food came. my mom always says that she can never take us out in public to eat. (me and cam dont have the best table manners at home) but we do know how to act in public. so i'm trying my best to eat this bowl of noodles the most proper way i can. (no matter how hungry you are, 1000 of something is too many) i've got the spoon AND fork out, and i'm using my spoon to twirl it around my fork. even miss manners would have been proud. (all the while i'm trying to be charming and trying to keep up with the conversation) this went along great.....until..... i was talking and telling some elaborate story (imagine that) and i keep twirling and twirling the noodles and then i realize that i might have too much on my fork.... but meh.. i said forget and went for it. things were going smoothly. and this is where it happens.... so i go to stick the whole fork full in my mouth, but i realize mid bite, that the forkfull was WAY too big to fit in my mouth. but it's ok, i'll just bite it in the middle, leaving some still on my fork. possibly not the most proper way to deal with the situation... but it was the best i could do at the time. so, here we go. i kept thinking.... bite in half, bring fork directly back down to the plate like nothing happened. this is how i envisioned it. this is not how it happened. This is how it happened..... i bite the fork full in half and as i go to put the rest back on my plate, the "rest" swings back at me and slaps me in the face. FWAP! (thats the tricky thing about noodles..... they're ATTATCHED) i freak! i quickly pulled my napkin up to my face, praying all the while that he just didnt see it. he did. he begins to laugh. (it wasnt even worth trying to cover that up). and although i did not find it as openly funny as he did, i can see the humor in it. so now i'm throughly embarassed. i'm sure the splotches are aplenty. but i'm not done yet..... i remove the napkin, and the boy starts laughing even more. and i'm going, ok jerk i know it was funny and all but now you've taken it too far. but through his chortles, he can barely get out "you still have some in your nose". napkin goes back up to my face to retrieve the left behind noodle. thus ensuring this story in morgan's embarassing moments hall of fame. all i wanted to do after that was go home. hoping to never see him again, but knowing i would see him in class the very next day. we spend most of the car ride home with me threating him if he ever told anyone this story. but the amazing part came when he wanted to hang out again. let's recap... i told you i hate valentines day. you ask me out anyways. you see me string spaghetti all over my face and you STILL want to see me again???? what?? i've been out before where the date went great! no spaghetti in nose, no embarassment.... and i never hear from him again. and yet, he wants to take me out again? dont you know you cant take me out in public?? oh Lord, my mother was right. i am a freak. AND i cant be taken out in public.

tonight. i promise. i'm not ordering the spaghetti.

i should update.

collaboration of recent thought

since nothing exciting. nor journal worthy has happened lately.... i've run out of material. i need some weird passenger to get on and do something outrageous so i have something to write about. cause Lord knows i've got enough time on my hands lately to do so. so here's just some random musings to cure my bordem for the time being....

*would someone like to tell me how 2pac is still coming out with songs? i'm still not entirely inclined to believe that he is actually deceased. (based on that and the fact that mom is SURE that she spotted 2pac in the tyler mall about a year ago) i mean.... if i was to be pronounced dead, yet there were still new journal entries popping up.... dont you think that would be a good indication that i had fooled all of you? i submit that it would.

*i truly believe that the song "when you come back down" was written about a man in love with a flight attendant... and chris thile, i believe that man is you.

*it's amazing how much more accepted one can feel in baltimore whilst wearing apple bottom jeans.

*it is a well known fact that i think i'm going deaf. (but sometimes, really, it's just more convenient than anything else) but what came first? am i going deaf because i listen to my music too loud, or do i listen to my music too loud because i'm deaf?

chew on that for a little while.

good morning america.

the time is 3:27 AM central standard time. and i just got to work. while the rest of you are fast asleep, with no doubt visions of sugar plumbs fairies dancing in your heads, i'm at work. it's just kind of one of those things you want to share with someone, but since any normal person is fast asleep, i cannot. i thought about just staying up, i figured that i had enough people that i knew that would randomly be awake to keep me up, but i did not figure that i had enough people that would fly to baltimore to make sure i was awake for the rest of the day in order to serve the almighty peanut. this is just further evidence that my life is so strange.

my first thanksgiving away.

i should be in tyler.
i should be at mimi's.
i should be watching the parade.
i should be answering questions about my new job.
i should be having to dodge the "are you seeing anyone" question at all costs.
i should be annoyed at cameron's wardrobe.
i should be eating turkey.
i should be listening to skipper, stafford, and dad say "you know, no matter how detroit has played all season, they always seem to play well on thanksgiving"
i should be pointing out liz on tv.
i should be devising a plan with garrett and cameron to escape.
i should be stuffed.
i should be eating my body weight in green jello salad.
i should have so many servings of jello salad that mom begins to give me "the eye" and says that it is rude to take half the salad in my first serving and that some people havent had firsts, but slowly realizing that i do it every year and finally giving up.
i should be bored.
i should constantly be looking for my glass, and then realizing mimi has washed it.....again.
i should be fighting over who gets the last bit of mashed potatoes.
i should be trying to find mom and judy's secret stash of pitzelles.
i should be going through the ads with tabi.
i should be playing with bri.
i should be winning taboo.
i should be in the back room, discussing things that only cousins discuss.
i should be talking about how we wish zach, cheryl, jeremy, jeremy, and jeff were all there.
i should hear waves of snores coming from multiple people throughout the day.
i should be scolding mimi for cleaning the kitchen ALL DAY long.
i should be at Jakes.
i should be complaining about being at jakes.
i should be telling karen how much i hate that place.
i should be seeing everyone from high school that i never really liked in the first place.
i should be eating turkey sandwiches for the next 5 days.


i should not be in baltimore.

thanksgiving in baltimore

nope. nope.... dont worry about me....i found a place to go for thanksgiving. a real baltimore thanksgiving.

coming january 2007.

dear baltimore,

you can all go to hell. i'm going to TEXAS!

love,
morgan and davy crockett


that is RIGHT my friends. i'm coming back to texas! which is the true promised land. i could NOT be more excited. yes, i'm still working for southwest...just in texas. it's a wonderful and sweet story. but i'll be living in dallas..... where, apparently, "everyone lives....and they have fun ALL the time." i'm pretty sure that's true. so i'm coming back....back to the land of dairy queen. and 70mph speed limits. and axis roads. and bbq. and baylor. and high school football. and rachel. and humidity. and construction. and emmitt smith. and ya'll. and where everyone knows your name. and i'm never leaving again.....unless he's really cute.

where are they now...

i have done a bad thing. to my own surprise. and my own detriment.... i have succumb to the cult that is myspace. and i am ashamed. however, it is a good catalyst to catch up with people that you havent seen in forever. (and a good excuse) i've found so many people that i havent seen in years and years. some have really made something of themselves... and yet some of them have proven themselves to be...well....less than stellar. but it makes me wonder..... who else is out there? there are several people that i still wonder about. wondering where they are. so here is my most wanted list... sort of like those blue "have you seen me" flyers that no one really looks at and immediately throws away...

jonathan buckman.... my first crush. he was a heartbreaker in first grade. and i'm sure he's just like the rest of them today.
amanda hopson.... whereever she is, she still inspires me to learn sign language.
bobby wimpy.... with a name like this, you really have to wonder how a kid will turn out. i'm just hoping he has since memorized how to spell his own name. my last memory of him is him signing my yearbook in 2nd grade and he had to look at his name tag to spell his name. i'd like to give you the benefit of the doubt bobby.
candace blaylock..... she's probably doing time for murder.
erin cook.... me, her, and holly watson were besties back in the day. we had the same birthday. she always had the best birthday parties.
holly glover... we were friends through summer camp. if i never find her... i will just assume she was just an angel. no one has ever inspired me more to be a better person.
lindsay cooper... this one only dates back to college. but i miss her.

homecoming. halloween.

so last weekend was homecoming. and you know why it's called homecoming?? because it is. it's HOME. the whole weekend, i couldnt figure out if i was insanely happy or depressed for life. i was happy because i was there. and everything felt right. but then i would snap out of it and realize that i didnt get to go to class tomorrow. common grounds is father than a 1.3 mile radius in any direction of me. and i had no home. it sucked. things that did not suck about this weekend though.... pigskin. (i cried 3 times. it's a sickness really). the bears. the parade. suzanne was homecoming queen. breakfast with brew and haley. rachel:

and this:

the tridelt float caught on fire. like HUGE fire. i was really hoping that the whole thing was going to blow up right in front of us. that would have been awesome. the girls were all screaming and the boys were all running up with their extinguishers (since when do boys carry fire extinguishers?). but at least they made it most of the parade. the piphi float apparently exploded before it even started the parade. we dont have the best luck in the float department. oh and i ran into a few of our favorite "nicknamers" that i forgot to mention last time..... door whore. side ponytail girl. and mr.may.

one thing that my daddy taught me... he always says.... 'you dont leave a game early'. (and you dont arrive to a professional ballgame after pregame has already started. i'm more strict with this rule. i dont understand what it means to arrive at a sporting event after the players.) anyways.... it's been awhile since i've been to texas, but apparently, it's still hot there. even in october. so as we were blistering in the sun, and the bears were disappointing again, we made the executive decision, and the next best thing.... we went to common grounds at the beginning of the fourth quarter, when we were down 18 points, and the bears were being the bears. and i immediately regreted this decision. this turned out to be the most detrimental decision of homecoming 2k6, because within 15 min, me and rachel began recieving updates from those more faithful fans who (obviously sat in the shade) told us that we were about to, in fact, win. and we did. aggies beware.

the weekend was a huge success. however... i went with a plan. and i was going to do it all for you journal readers, because if it had actually happened.. it would have made for an excellent journal entry... and let's be honest, lately i've been hurting for material. you know what i hate? mindless, petty, fake small talk. back in college it was "where ya from? what's your major?" but when you go back to baylor, you have to answer the question "so where are you now? what are you doing?" ... well i was prepared. usually at homecoming you see alot of people that you dont really care about but you feel obligated to talk to because there was once a time where you wore the same tshirts and this qualifies for automatic friendship. so when i saw these people... and they started in with the smalltalk, while i contemplated what i was going to order at my next trip to common grounds, when they actually asked me what i was doing now... i was going to tell them that i joined cirque de solei. that's right, i ran off and joined the circus. rachel laughed and thought that i wouldnt do it... but i tried to. but the dang facebook ruined it for me! i never ran into someone that i a)wasnt really friends with and wouldnt want to lie to or b) wasnt a crazy facebook stalker and already knew that i was a flight attendant. dang it! facebook foiled again. i mean... what were they going to say? "Nu-uh. you are not. i dont believe you." no! people are stupid. they would have believed me simply because i said so. you dont dispute someone on their job title. oh well. there's always next year.

in other news. halloween is coming up. why dont we go ahead and add that to the list of things that i hate.... no... loathe!!! halloween is just a license to slut. no more plastic barbie costumes. no. let's find the skankiest "costume" possible (what i'm really amazed by is all the girls that make up a costume from things they already have in their closets) and lose all my self respect all in one night. and you know those girls are the kind of girls that just hate themselves. when did snow white, and rainbow brite become so...ahem..."grown up"? halloween hos. i hate you. (of course this is coming from a girl who has had awful luck on halloween. do i even need to revisit the kot halloween party of 2k2? or how about last year's fiji party at homecoming? OR halloween 2k4.....i did a drive by catting. it's true. betcha didnt know that, blip, did ya?)

hey guess what..... i had a postcard published on postsecret within the past couple of months. and none of you even knew. haha suckas!

rachel rakes

rachel and i begin our "morgan and rar reunion tour 2k6" tomorrow. but for now rachel is just too dang funny not to post about her already hilarious musings.

when rachel picks me up from the airport, and i presented her with a present. (and by present, i mean a bobble head figure of an orioles player that i had never heard of that i got for free at the one and only orioles game that i went to and was planning on throwing away until it dawned on me that rachel not only loves the orioles, she also loves bobble heads) ....... speaking of rachel loving bobble heads, here is a little morsel of a story that i hope that you will enjoy. when me and rachel were sophmores in college and we lived together in what we now lovingly refer to as "the shoebox", well one morning i woke up to go to an early class and was in a hurry, but was still not trying to disturb the rar. so as i'm hurrying out the door i turn around to grab my drink and BAM! my bag hit the beloved lance bass (the gay nsync boy) bobble head doll. lance went plunging toward the floor, but not before it bounced off my closet door, and his bobbling head snapped off it's inproportionate body. (i just made that word up) at this point i dont know what to do. (you must understand that this indeed was the "beloved" lance bass bobblehead. THE bobblehead that when tridelt asked it's new members to bring an object that they cherished, and everyone else brought old letters from deceased family members, or old blankets that their granny made for them, or other various sentimental objects, rachel chose also to bring her sentimental object.... her lance bass bobble head.) well when lance decided to take his live via a snapped head, i knew rachel's beloved would never be the same. and i had to do something about it. so i took the alleged broken bobble head in question and stashed him in my bag and went off about my day, contemplating about what i was going to do about the lance. so then it hit me, i'll just buy another one on ebay, and replace it before she realizes what has happened. so i did. i bought one and had it rush delivered to our apt. then promptly put lance back in his place and prayed that she wouldnt find out the truth. several days went by and i couldnt take it anymore, so i told rachel all the sorted details of the original lance bass bobble head. and what did she do? she laughed. she laughed hard. and through her laughter she said.. i cant believe you did that. i have an extra lance bass bobble head at home. .....WHAT??? she has a back up? a back up bobble head? if i had known THAT.... i would have broken his little head off on purpose. so that was the great lance debaccle. so when i presented this little "present" to rachel to day.... a present that i didnt really understand..... she screamed. (and just so you know... "they" frown up people screaming or causing a ruckus in or around the airport) she was delighted to say the least. and then she proceeds to tell me.... oh good! i had to get rid of the lance bass bobble head because i cant support homosexuality. ........all that to say. rachel rakes likes her some bobble heads. (is it strange that i write so much about rachel rakes in my journal)

so then on the ride home she says to me.... you know what my new pet peeve is? i hate it when people have their blinker on and i give them ample time to get over and they take 20 min to get over. and to that i responded... well do you know what my new pet peeve is? i hate it when people use the word ample to describe a girl's boobs or butt. (and for your sake, i hope you erupted with the kind of fun laughter that we did after this was said) is it not true?

then we had fashion show. girl's know what this is.... this is where we try on our cutest outfits and decide what to wear for the forthcoming homecoming weekend. i am currently trying to talk rachel out of red shoes, skinny jeans, and topless. if it was up to her. she would. this may take the rest of the night to talk her out of.

"morgan, you realize that no one thinks we are as funny as we do." -rachel rakes

wuv. tru wuv.

i have heard someone once say that riding the jumpseat with someone is like going on a blind date. and it's true. when i go to work, i'm always kind of nervous about who i am going to sit jumpseat with, its kind of awkward at first, sometimes it's great, sometimes its horrible, there are always the same questions... what did you do before this, are you married, do you have kids, so on and so forth...... so i just got back from a trip where i was sitting next to a new guy. he was on his first month. so when i asked him what he did before this he said.... well i'm 58 years old, i've done alot of things. he told me that he had lived in california and opened up all kind of different restaurants, then he said that he moved to the east coast to marry his high school sweetheart...... i gave the obligatory "awww" ...but then he went on. he said... yeah we got married valentines day 2005 on the regis and kelly show. .....uhh....what?? then he told me one of the sweetest stories. the kind of stories that fairy tales and movies are made of. he said that him and his girlfriend broke up at the end of high school because she went to new york for art school, and he went to california to begin his restaurant business. ten years later he was walking on a beach and heard a familiar "Bo?".... she had recognized his voice and it was him. at the time they were both seeing other people so they visited for a while and then went their separate ways again. then about ten years later they met again. this time they were both single. they began dating and moved in together. then their house burned down and they lost everything. their relationship suffered too and they soon broke up and moved away from eachother again. about 15 years passed. they didnt speak. he got married. she got married. he got divorced. she got divorced. and after all these years, he still felt the same about her and wanted to find her. he got on one of those people finder web sites and started his search for her. but little did he know, she was doing the same thing. somehow the producers of the regis and kelly show got ahold of the story and decided to reunite them. on the show he was reunited with his old friend. then they began dating. they figured out that they still felt the same way and decided to get married. when they told the producers of the show, they were like.... well you have to let us give you a wedding. so they agreed and they had the most wonderful wedding and it was broadcast on national television. every year they go back to the show for their anniversary. he showed me pictures. it was amazing. he was telling me about all the perks of their wedding.... his wife had a 5 karat wedding ring, he had the wedding ring that brad pitt, you know... when he was married....before he got with that do-gooding whore. they had their reception at the 21 club in new york, they sent them on their honeymoon to the most luxurious resort in fiji, he said everything was the best of the best. but then he said... you know, those are just the things that the show gave us, it doesnt even compare to getting to be married to her. and our history. there's just so much substance to us. i love her and it's just.... i cant even describe it. it's amazing how everything just worked out. this is him.... at age 58!!! he said he got this job because his exwife (whom he is still very good friends with) has been a flight attendant here for 30 years and has really helped him with this job.
isn't that the most wonderful story?? zach braff should have made a movie about THIS story... it would have been better than scummy movie the last kiss.

nicknames.

i write things down. and i dont easily throw things away. these two things combined... i found a list that i made with my roommates with of all of the nicknames we had for people in college. here are some of my favorites......
track alex, morgan's husband, the hermits, the one, the guy with the really good hair, floam raper, bad prom date, side ponytail girl, nice lindsey, cow, hoobity-boobity (in conjuntion with the shaggin' wagon), the redest rose in the garden, hawaii sarah, ruthie baby, yellow hat pigtails girl, ky-ky, the most annoying girl in the world, the little boy, abercrombie boy, naked amy, not so cute girl (who is the same as sharp teeth girl), amy B., bo-bo the clown, the loon, common grounds boy

and that got me thinking about nicknames that i've had. (or at least the ones i know about) i love nicknames. they're so endearing.
*when i was in middle school, my friends called me carrot. (long, stupid story)
*when i was in high school, my friends called me merg.
*only two people have consistently called me morgan reid.
*i only allow brew and haley to call me mo. i hate it. dont try it, i wont answer.
*senior year of high school, i secretly went by britney custin'.
*my aunt has always called me morgan pea pie. (i didnt like playing peek-a-boo. i only liked pea-pie. i was stubborn even back then)
*one of my favorite teachers ever always called me morgana.
*the standard nickname is morg.
*caroline reed and abbey have always called me moron. not one of my particular favorites.
*one of the "cool teenagers" when i was little at church called me streak.
*before i was born i was called baby Olajuwon .... or so i'm told.
*chad and rick have always called me Lucy. (they think i look like lucy from the peanuts.)



oh, and of course i'm friends with regina. we've met, went to a record signing of hers. we're practically bff. i'm speaking of regina spektor. if you havent heard of her before.... well... you wouldnt like her anyways.

here's a question....what is WRONG with people??? story. so a couple of weeks ago i was on a 4 hour flight. and i was shamelessly plane flirting with this guy. it's true. so he ends up coming to the back and talking for almost the whole flight. then he asked for my number.... so i'm thinking score. so i said sure.... and i start writing it down... 9-0-3.....and as i'm writing i ask, "so why are you going to nashville?" (still writing) 2-7-9...... and he says "oh to visit my girlfriend.....0-6-3-1 (note: that part after his answer isnt my phone number) then without skipping a beat i handed it to him and told him he should probably return to his seat. and by probably, i meant, if you dont i'm going to open this door and throw you out the window you disgusting creep.

you know... it's really not acceptable to go any amount of time with no toilet paper.

a movie review. with some other stuff.

well i went to dallas to see rachel. (and if your reaction to this is "ugh, i cant believe you came to dallas and didnt tell me"... dont bother. apparently the distance from dallas to fort worth is entirely too far for some of you to travel. it's not too far for rachel so therefore i go to dallas to see her when i get the chance and not you.) and to see the last kiss. and now i feel that i must inform the masses. because i believe that the masses deserve to know..... do not. i repeat.... do NOT go see "the last kiss". i know that i was obsessing over it just a few weeks ago... but let me tell you... if there was ever a time for me to say that i was wrong..... it is now. it is an awful movie. i've never felt like that after seeing a movie. it's worse than Closer. i know some of you will go see it just because i have said not to. but i'm just warning you... dont do that to yourself. i will never see that movie again... unless i am feeling especially masochistic. i have lost all hope in people. in relationships. in the future. i know it's dumb for me to base loss of hope on a movie.... but the themes in this movie have truth in them. it happens everyday. it was a little too real for me. dont go see it. for all of you that wasted your money on the book "i kissed dating goodbye".....just go see this movie. not only will you want to kiss dating goodbye....you'll give it the finger!! i was just so mad after i saw it. like... yelling mad. i couldnt believe that i paid to see that. they should have called it... the last time you'll see this movie. or... the last time you'll believe that people are decent. even though i know jacinda barrett and zach braff are just actors...the mere thought or sight of them sickens me now. it's like....."i know you. and i know what you've done." however.. the soundtrack is outstanding. buy the soundtrack. skip the movie. rachel does an excellent job of reviewing this wretched movie as well.....

two stories now....

1) rachel astounds me. at the ripe old age of 23, the young lass did not know that deodorant is used to prevent you from sweating. it took about 5 minutes of me really trying to convince her that it was used for more than just making your armpits smell better. "rachel...what does "anti-perspirant" mean to you?"......and even then she was like .....'well...yeah...but......." she still didnt believe me. oh, and she also didnt know that nelly furtado was white. but that's a completely different story.

2) i live in ghettoville, USA. and to prove this to you i give you this story of the locals. so i'm driving to walmart....and there is a guy on the side of the road selling large prints. and one of them happens to be this one.....

except...since we are in the ghetto and all... it was the "black version" of it. i was a little offended.... i mean...come on....you would never see the "white version" of this painting.....

if either artist had wanted the figures to be black or white....they would have made them that way. i believe that making a white version of the latter painting .....well i believe you'd get yourself shot there.

let's talk about pressure for a little bit here.... in flight attendant training...it was never a guarantee to us that we would make it all the way through graduation. 12 people from my class got sent home during training. and now... for 6 months... the ones of us that made it through training are on what is called "probation". basically... i cant screw up or i get fired. since graduation.... they have given three people the boot. THREE! and we're only half way through probation. now that's some pressure. but you know what might be more stressful?? ....so i'm on this trip with this guy and girl a couple of days ago... and the guy says to me (i had never met him before).... 'oh i got so excited when i found out i was going to be working with someone named morgan because my fiance and i are about to have a little girl and we are going to name her morgan" .....oh well great. thats fine and all.... but now i have to put on my best version of "cool morgan" so he doesnt think that he is making a mistake naming his child morgan. i had to do the morgan's of the world justice. i mean... what if i was a total bitch on the trip and he hated me. dont tell me you dont associate people's names with other people you have known with the same name. for example.. i will never name my child brandy. i've never known a brandy who wasnt a complete ho. i will never name my child sarah. does the name sarah berg mean anything to you?.... anyone who knows this name knows that i'm talking about. i dont want my child to share her fate. or.... candice. candice blaylock tried to kill me in the 5th grade. (dont laugh. i'm serious) i know that girl has to be behind bars by now. you associate names with other people you know with the same name. there are other names...... let's just leave it at that.

on music and getting my fash' on??

hey remember that friends episode... the one where phoebe has a cold and she realizes that she has man voice??? yeah... thats what i sound like. except by the end of the episode she had gotten rid of hers..... and i've had mine for three days. add that to the list of things that suck.

can we talk about music for a little bit here? more specifically "pop music". i really dont know why everyone is against pop music. there is a time and a place for britney spears. dont act like there's not. but these alleged pop songs of today.... i really just dont get them. for instance... let's take fergie's new song.... "london bridge". she sings.... "how come everytime you come around my london, london bridge want to go down" .....now can anyone tell me what that means? i've never been to london... maybe it's a british thing. is it some kind of metaphor? 'my london bridge want to go down'... i wouldnt describe anything on my body as a bridge of some sort..... and here's another one.... the pussycat dolls (which are just shamelessly whore-ish... i've never met them... but i'm pretty sure they are the exact kind of girls that i would despise.....dont you wish your girlfriend was hot like me??.... what is that????..... i digress) anyways... they've got this song called "loosen up my buttons babe"..... huh? unzip my zipper would have made more sense than this. dont they know that its UNbutton. not loosen up my buttons. stupid girls. or here... lets make it even more simple.... just say: take off my clothes!! .......i'm a nelly furtado fan. it's true.... however... her new song.... "promiscuous girl".... you'll be out somewhere and you see everyone singing this song.... it's like.... do you people KNOW what you're saying. you might as well be wearing a shirt that says "i'm easy". nelly.... you've got a KID. a child. promiscuous girl? obviously. ....and while justin timberlake is trying very hard to bring sexy back.... i'm working equally as hard to bring back the j. lo butt and dancer thighs. .....but the saddest thing of all might be that i like these songs. i admit it. they come on and i turn into a dancing fool. i'm so ashamed.

i HATE today's "fashion". hate it. despise it. refuse to wear it. come on now... the 'skinny jean' and here's another one.... tights? dont you people recognize that this is nothing more than tapered jeans and leggings? the official fashion of accessory of middle schoolers and las vegas tourists? tapered jeans! they just think they can sell more of them by calling them "skinny". .....the big girl jean.... now there's a fashion trend i could get behind... or maybe get my behind into. i even saw a girl the other day sportin' jellies. i mean what's next???..... vests??? those big clunky mustered colored combat boots? doc martins? oh and here's another monstrosity..... belts over sweaters? come on now... we made FUN of the kappas for making their pledges wear those hideous sweaters with the big belts... and now it's considered FASHION?? (sorry kappa friends)... they would find a way to make it fashion. ju...i know you feel me on this one.

i just realized that it's friday. i had no idea what day it was. i never know what day it is. seriously. i hate that.

things that suck: comcast. jamal lewis. facebook "news feed".

there are things that need to be said. i cannot hold it in anymore.

comcast sucks. it's true. comcast is our cable/internet provider here in baltimore. i would go into all the reasons, but i cant find a way to make it interesting. but apparently there are some people that have made a way to make it interesting. my roommate got so mad at comcast today that she googled "comcast sucks" and she came up with quite a plethora of others that not only agreed, but made entire websites devoted to the hatred of comcast and their suck service. like this one. and this one. oh and then the one on craig's list like this one. i am usually a big trash talker, but rarely follow through with my plans.....unless you really piss me off. then it's ON. i called comcast in rages with comments like "i want you to fix my internet. and i want you to fix it now. and i want to know what you are going to do about it." very veruca salt-esq, dont you think?.....of course i always ended my rant with 'i'm sorry to be so mean'. i cant help it. niceness becomes me. i should have had mom call them. she gets things taken care of.

so me and jess found a hookah lounge/sports bar. can you think of a better combination? well once we started talking to some of the 'locals', they informed us that jamal lewis was sitting right behind us. apparently he plays for the ravens. do the ravens even have fans? seriously? well anyways... before we left, since everyone else seemed to think he was some big shot... we went over and wanted to get a picture with him. he said....and i quote......'nah'. not 'no'. ....but 'nah'. i thought that was a little veruca salt-esq as well.....so i asked him why.....cause i would definitely never say 'nah' to someone wanting to take a picture with me. he said....and i quote......'i dont want it ending up on some sort of myspace or something.' .....myspace? he's worried about big bad myspace???? well he should have been worried about big bad morgan's journal because here is a picture of, said lewis. true it's not exactly of his face. and i could be making all of this up. but it's just to prove a point. jamal lewis, you suck. and i will never even think of supporting the ravens or your career because you were rude and ridiculous. seriously......myspace?

the new facebook feature has taken the sport of stalking to all new heights today. under the pretense of "news feed", you can now find the latest news on all your friends/enemies. but really..... i could care less to know that some guy that i talked to maybe once in high school has changed one of this favorite movie preferences 12 minutes ago. and how sad is it that people's love lives are strewn about all over facebook. and if that wasnt enough as well.... if you decide to exit a relationship and change your "status", there is a little broken heart symbol by your name. did facebook ever think that maybe one of the said people in relationship would like to replace that with a happy face? i mean..... someone had to be the "dumper", surely only one of them should have a broken heart. i think that facebook is really the government in disguise. it knows everything. i checked it today and it said....."morgan, you ate 104 m&m's, and watched the same lifetime movie. twice. all before lunch". jamal, you should stop worrying about myspace...... it's facebook that you should really be scared of. well that, and "the rhythm".... because eventually.....the rhythm is going to get you.