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Life would not be complete without this song-

I want you
All tattooed
I want you bad

X- rated
I want you bad

I mean it
I need it
I want you bad

she's in love with the boy
and even if they have to run away
she's gonna marry that boy someday.


One of my brother's best friends, a good friend of mine and long time crush Michael Hill passed away yesterday.

My friend Dustin Hall informed of this news today at 4:14 PM.

I literally could not breathe.
I would just like to mention that it is not even 7 AM and if I dry my hair and throw my shoes on, I will be ready for work...and I didn't wake up until 6:15. Yeah, it sucks. And I woke up at 3:50 to a missed call from Chris and couldn't get back to sleep until 4:30....argh. 

A while back Leslie compiled a list of what she is asking for in a guy. And I thought it was a good idea but at the time I had no idea what the hell I wanted in a guy....soo....here goes-

--I want a guy that has no bearing on my past. He doesn't want  me just for my past, and he wont just leave me in the dust if he learns about it. 
--I want a guy that can take me to Taco Bell and watch me eat a crunchwrap supreme, enchirito, and a nachos bell grande but go to some fancy restaurant and (hopefully) find something on the menu that I will deign to eat (I'm picky!) and watch me eat barely any of it and not say a word.
--I want a guy that has seen me after a 10 hour work day in my purple uniform and sloppy work ponytail, and has seen me first thing in the AM lookin a hot mess...and can still say I'm beautiful. 
-- I want a guy that will love me for what is on the inside first, then my outside if he so desires.
-- I want a guy who wont laugh at me for signing 80's songs, and might even join me on occasion. 
-- I want a guy who loves football almost as much as I do.
-- I want a guy who will let me scream at the TV when Auburn is fucking up, wont diss Auburn (EVER), wont make fun of Auburn if we lose, puts up some sort of heathly "yay Auburn won!" while I'm jumping up and down screaming and probably crying.
-- I want a guy who wont be shocked if I hyperventilate because we beat Florida (I did it once in 9th grade)
-- I want a guy who has time for me. Maybe not all day everyday (I do work you know) but can at least talk to me on the phone or something, so I know that he's alive.
-- I want a guy that sends me random cute funny lovey texts throughout the day. (you dont have text? get it!!! jk...kinda)
-- I want a guy that RESPECTS my love for Sigma Kappa, and wont diss it, diss anyone in it, compare other sororities to it, etc. 
-- I want a guy who knows that when I wake up in the morning I need caffeine, ASAP. 
-- I want a guy who can buy me something (on his own accord) but NOT guilt trip me about it. I mean...you bought it for me, I didn't ask for it. 
-- I want a guy who takes me to the park and lets me swing and look at the stars. I <3 stars.
-- If he falls in love with me, I want him to tell me that....under the stars. 
-- I want a guy who will allow me my blonde moments (and there are a lot of them). 
-- I want the guy who may say that Laguna Beach, The Real World, Room Raiders, anything I love on MTV is stupid, but still watches it with me. 
-- But mostly importantly I want a guy that respects me and everything that makes me, me. And who just wants me to be happy. cuz that's really what I want from a guy...is for him to be happy.

May. 9th, 2006

I am crying. And I am crying over Petstyles.

By this time next Tuesday, an era will have ended.

I'm not conceited, I'm honest- Petstyles will never have a receptionist as good as me ever again.

I put my heart and my soul into Petstyles, every sngle day. 

ANYTHING they asked, I did. I rarely took a day off my last year there, I barely got a vacation Spring Break of my Senior year. 

I remember when I walked in on the first day the first thing Matt said to me was "How is your hand writing?" the next "there's Mountain Dew in the fridge if you want one." and then "How well do you know your alphabet?" It started that day.

I am SUCH a freaking perfectionist when it comes to Petstyles. Everything was always perfect when I left. I have scraped decals off the windows, every single itty bitty tiny piece. I have stripped the floors to perfect shining white. i have dusted that place GOD knows how many times. The bathtub stays white because of me.

Petstyles was my world. it was my LIFE. if I was having the worst day EVER, I went to work and it got better. Many, many conversations with Pat. She was the first person who EVER knew of me and Terry. She never judged me, just listened and tried to help me. Matt always made me laugh and made fun of me in a nice way, but he would never intentionally hurt my feelings. Big Meg would always think we were talking about something crazy and off the subject, and make me laugh even more, "Harry, what?" "you need to learn to make frizzolies? what?".

I knew it would hit me, it was only a matter of time. I wanted to get out so bad and now its like "dont make me go" I am so so so scared of this job at Bartlett Landscape. I know if it doesn't work out Petstyles would accept me back in an instant, but I need to grow up and move on, dont I?

I remember coming in bawling because Patrick and I broke up. Matt and Pat were the first people to ever meet Josh, or Tyler, or Mike. Even before my parents. They were my screening process. They were always there for me when things went belly up. 

Part of me wishes that my first job experience wasn't like this. That I didn't love it so much, because honestly it HURTS it hurts so bad to be leaving, to be leaving my comfort zone. 

It's going to take all I have to walk out that door on Tuesday night. I'll cry, I'm crying right now, so I know I will be bawling when I leave on Tuesday. And it will be the weirdest thing in the world to not go in to Petstyles in that purple uniform ever again. 

most people would say that I am silly to be crying over my job, but I don't care. I love everything about Petstyles. It is my second home. They know more about me than my parents do. The clients who love me and always ask for me when they call to make an appointment. Tyler Caegle who I have seen every two weeks for the past two and a half years. No more him. 

Just like a relationship that whole chunk of my life is gone. And just like Matt said- "Lil Meg....I really don't think your husband will love you as much as we do."

I GOT MY 15 HOURS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Suck on that bitches!!! I have NO freaking clue what my grades are, because I have yet to turn in my library books but I am going to do that tomorrow and pay off my fine and FINALLY be able to see my grades.

But I know I at least did halfway decent because I GOT MY FIFTEEN!

Sorry if I seem a little TOO excited, but this is the first time I've ever gotten any hours. So pfft. And hey, at least it means that I PASSED college algebra!!!!!!!! 

It was kind of a rough semester, I started to give up there towards the middle but I kept on truckin and look at it! 15 hours, all me, all by myself. 


I am one very happy susie sigma right now because I know that, no matter what, I made grades. 

Which is just another reason to love my sorority, it may seem kind of gay to you to think that we could be kicked out beacuse of grades, but at least it inspires us to MAKE grades, instead of flat out failing out like half the people I know. 

And next semester, it is A's and B's all the way. No excuses! 

Enough about grades and school, I need to shower.


May. 8th, 2006

I make $7.50 and work an average of 35-38 hours a week at Petstyles. This means I put about $175 into my bank account on a good week. I pay my own car payment (anywhere from 175-250 a month, depending on the month) and for my cell phone, which can be from 90 a pop to 125. I probably spend about 30 a week on gas. The rest goes to random shit, whatever I want. 

People in my life have, yes, bought me many things on random occasions but no one other than me, my parents and occasionally with the help of a crisp Ben Franklin from the g-rents, has EVER bought my clothes. EVER. Other than a birthday PRESENT where I specifically picked out what I wanted and/or received a gift card. 

There are some months (less often thanks to my new raise) that I have had no idea how in the HELL i was going to pay my bills for that month. In March I busted my balls and asked Matt for 50, my grandparents for 50 and Hannah for 70 so I could pay my cell phone bill that was $221 thanks to many a long distance call to a failed relationship. I paid Matt and my grandparents back, and at some point I will pay Hannah back (I mean I have the money and the means now). I have never asked certain individuals for anything.

Honestly, I don't expect anything from anyone. I can handle myself, even making not-jack-shit at Petstyles.

So why am I pissed? Because in one week I will make $9 an hour working 40 hour weeks at Bartlett Landscape. I will pay more on my car payment, and save at least one paycheck a month. However I will also be going on a shopping spree in June, thanks to saving my money and because my badge attire runs out quickly. 

Why is it that when I mention that I, Meghan Louise Guy, am going to go shopping with MY money, certain individuals get all pissy and say that their money is off limits? I don't even recall inviting you on this shopping spree of mine. In fact I was planning on going with Mallory. And you know what? I think that it is pretty damn conceited of you to even THINK that is why I was telling you that I was going shopping. I told you I was going shopping because you were the only person I was talking to at the moment. Not because I had some secret plot where I wanted you to come shopping and spend $300 on me. 

I have said it 100 times. YES I AM HIGH-MAINTENENCE. But only when it comes to me, my parents or my grandparents. I am spoiled rotten, I know it. I live a life some people can only dream of having. I go Spring Clothes, Summer Clothes, Back to School Clothes, and Winter Clothes shopping. My grandparents pretty much give me gas money if I need it, and whenever I mention going shopping they give me some extra spending cash. I have designer shoes and purses and clothes. My purse collection would probably cost more than some of my best friends' clothes collections. I adore this lifestyle, it is how I live. Yes, right now Mommy/Daddy and Nana/GanGan help me live this life. But when I get on my own, making my own money in my own house with my own life, it's all me baby. My husband will never ever be responsible for paying for my way of life. NEVER. No male or female in my life will  have that role. My friends do not go to the mall and put up their weekly paychecks because I want something. 

You claim you don't want people walking all over you. Honey you let them in the first place. I'm slightly more mature now, I realize I was in the wrong making other people pay for me. Believe it or not I fully intend on paying every person in my life back for anything I may owe them. 

So the next time I mention shopping, please do us all a favor and get your head out of your ass for ten seconds and realize that I'm really actually NOT a gold-digger and I have no intention on using someone/marrying someone/being friends with someone just for their money. Have you seen my future husband? He cant even afford to get his dad's truck washed....

And coming up next in my rants- lets not diss Memphis AGAIN! 

Memphis is NOT a bad school. Again, no Harvard or Yale...but pretty much the only university in Tennesse that is is Vanderbilt....oh which btw I did get accepted to.

I went to Memphis because of Petstyles. Otherwise I would be in Auburn right now. 

Yes, I failed last semester. not because the classes were too hard or anything but because my ass did not get out of bed. There are some classes at Memphis that I know are going to be HARD because they may call it Tiger High, but its still a freaking college. 

I don't mind joking about it being Tiger High or whatever, but when it is an on going thing, constantly dissing a school that I am learning to love more and more by the day, it PISSES ME OFF. 

I am a member of the Beta Xi chapter of the Sigma Kappa Sorority. That means I am a part of Memphis for my life. I gotta love this place. It's a beautiful school with amazing teachers and faculty members. So why is everyone constantly ragging on it? Do you not think the people of Chatt see UTChatt as their Memphis? That the people of Birmingham don't see UAB or Bama as their Memphis?

Next up- Sorority.

Damn I'm on a roll tonight, just call me butter.

Do you know how I live my life? One Heart, One Way.  Every single day of my life, until the day I die. These are girls that will be with me FOREVER, that don't mind taking a sister out for lunch and paying for it and not saying they were "walking all over you." that will sit there and listen to you cry about your horrible day and not interuppt with some stupid story about something that has no relevance to the topic or even your life. 

I made the decision to join a sorority. Just like everyone else. So could you PLEASE respect the decision that I made and not rag on sororities and fraternities? Yes, some might have a repuation as drinkers and partiers, but at the end of the day, I can name almost every philanthropy we all support and care about so deeply. The love someone has for their brother or sister runs so deep, it is silly. You have the widest group of the most different people imaginable and they all come together, in Sigma Kappa's case, and live one heart, one way. 

And you know, I might pay for my friends, but they are damn good ones!

To answer the question, "does my playlist know me?" I've followed a few simple rules:
1. Go to your playlist
2. Set it on random and press play
3. Move forward song by song, and use the songs as the answers
4. Don't cheat!

I just have to say that I have a very limited playlist........


How am I feeling today?:
Obsession- Frankie J

Will I get far in life?:
Disco Inferno- 50 Cent

How do my friends see me?:
Heaven is a Place On Earth- Belinda Carlilse

Where will I get Married?:
All My Life- KC and JoJO (How does that affect where I will get married?)

What is my best friend's theme song?:
Cherry Pie- Whitesnake

What is the story of my life?:
Take My Breath Away- Jessica Simpson (I kinda like it!)

What was high school like?:
Sadie Hawkins Dance- Relient K

How can I get ahead in life?:
Somewhere Out There- An American Tale

What is the best thing about me?:
What's Your Fantasy- Ludacris

How is today going to be?:
My Everything- 98 Degrees

What is in store for this weekend?:
Truly Madly Deeply- Savage Garden

What song describes my parents?:
For You I Will- Monica

Describes my grandparents?:
I'd Do Anything- Simple Plan

How is my life going?:
Helena- My Chemical Romance

What song will they play at my funeral?:
Naggin- Ying Yang Twins (HELL yeah!)

How does the world see me?:
When I see You SMile- Bad English

Will I have a happy life?:
Right Here Waiting- Bryan Adams

What do my friends really think of me?:
The Kids Aren't Allright- The Offspring

Do people secretly lust after me?:
What's Your Fantasy (I told you it was limited, we're back to the beginning)

How can I make myself happy?:
American Hi-Fi- Geeks Get the Girls

What should I do with my life?:
Mr. Brightside- The Killers

Will I ever have children?:
The Kids Aren't Allright (baha not a good outlook)

What is some good advice for me?:

How will I be remembered?:
Heaven is a Place on Earth

What do I think my current theme song is?:
Disco Inferno

What does everyone else think my current theme song is?:
Sweet Cherry Pie

What type of women do you like?:
I don't like women, sorry. But for a boy its- Somewhere Out There.

I need a bigger playlist.....