my dreamgirl transformation starts today

I'm a wee bit nervous today. I have a "meeting" at Curves later. The Curves. As in, 30 minute workout, 3 times a week, lose weight? Yes, I'm a fatty [NOTE: not fatty girl], and I'm going to see about fixing all that. So, what the heck will I talk to this lady about? How far I've let myself go? How I want to look like Jennifer Hudson [not Dreamgirls Jennifer, mind you.] And this lady better not be a size 2 and say "like" after every sentence. I may roadrunner out and never return!

I was a size 7 five years ago, and now I'm a 12. So what does that mean? Should I talk about my belief that my birth control was the real culprit? [Which "they" say is a myth, but I still truly believe it!] Should I break down in tears like those women on Maury who gained 400 pounds because their husband cheated on them with a 16-year-old Brittney Spears lookalike? I don't know.

'Cause I'm happy. Just a little bit blubberish around the middle. And on the arms. Inner thighs. Ok, I'm getting kinda explicitly nasty. Keeping it real, I just want to be healthy for my height. And die a 100-year-old woman in a warm bed, spent from a long life, and satisfied that I didn't have diabetes, a stroke, heart disease, high blood pressure...oh, wait, already got that. Uh, never mind. You get the idea.

This will be interesting. I will blog later today and inform my reading public how the whole thing went.

post-GRE short-lived euphoria

Hey guys, guess what? I figured out that I can, indeed, write today. I scored a "5" on my GRE analytical writing portion for admittance to Northwestern, and I'm pleasantly boiling "brag." ["6" is the highest score...how many people do you know write perfectly?] I will not, however, under any circumstances, disclose my verbal and math scores. Moreover, I am not going to school for geometry, elementary algebra, and analogies. I am going to the gorgeous, 20th century-esque Northwestern U to explore the wonderful world of celebrity/hobby/current events journalism. And how to construct periodicals. And how to take my long-winded writing style and cramp it into one, straight-to-the-point formula for reading pleasure.

It will be my own little fantastic "Mea in the City" epic-sode: hair glamourously blowing in the breeze off Lake Michigan as I sit on the beach and write; getting paired with a group of women where we all mesh and produce the greatest ideas for our magazine known to Man; making new friends and going out to poetry readings and to Applebees for drinks; having my man there for me to bounce ideas to at all hours of the night...

Even my fantasy needs to be broken here: My rational side is too rational [and sometimes too ghetto] to think that Northwestern isn't going to be all hard work and rare play. In October, the 5 below 0 wind will whip off Lake Michigan at 20 mph to permanently frostbite my forever sad, stressed face. [And I'll be starting in the winter quarter. Winter up north...] I will wear the most enormous amount of layers known to Man. I will argue with that one dude in our group who will try to oppress me because I'm a black woman. My Johnny may not even be with me. And making time for friends, let alone time to talk to my man, will be scarce and precious.

Talk about the real world. But we'll see...

Now, all I gotta do is get into the school.

[short whisper] Pray!

i did my first public message board posting

I just made a posting on the MSN site in reference to the entire Paris-going-back-to-jail silly sh**. Here is what I said:

I'm glad that Paris was sent back to jail. This entire situation is just an example of how jacked up American culture really is. The rich stay rich, and do whatever the hell they want. In this case, the rest of us "middle/working class" folks win. Were it backwards, there would have been no way that we would have had the luxury to return to our plush Hollywood home and spent jail time doing our nails, gabbing on the phone, and cuddling with a damn dog. I believe that the judge decided on the right thing, and the sheriff should definitely be suspected in coming up on some kind of money for this. I don't have beef with the silly girl, but when you continuously do something stupid, it's half time you get what's coming to you. It's called KARMA, bitch. [laughing delightfully]

And I DARE someone to take up for her! We at War, bitches!!

paris is sentenced back to jail, and i'm laughing my ass off

http://tv.msn.com/tv/article.aspx?news=264863&GT1=7703

AH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!

This is the funniest sh** I've read in almost my entire adult existence.

Justice has prevailed.

I should probably sound off tomorrow, once the media circus have left the building...

Oh, but I must add this by a message boarder under the "Do You Feel Sorry For Paris?" headline. It is best articulated by my new, unknown friend, "Cthruthedenial"...

"The public in its outrage over Paris Hilton being released earlier and put on house arrest for some UNKNOWN medical condition; should hold Judge Michael T. Sauer and Sheriff Lee Baca personally responsible for this stupid girl's fate when she gets behind the wheel of her car next time. She obviously wants to experience the same as Brandy and Halle Berry. THEIR LUCK RAN OUT WITH the life of someone else! How many people have not learned with DUI'S and jail time until they have killed someone.

Since when does the money of a few give them the right to continually disrespect the laws of this land? Law enforcement is paid by the tax payers to uphold the laws and should be held accountable for their irresponsible actions when it comes to the safety of its citizens. My hat goes off to City Attorney, Rocky Delgadillo, for standing up for the citizens.

Paris Hilton and all of these other celebrities should be held accountable for their actions just as the rest of us are since they continue to abuse there rights and privileges. They should have no problem paying the price by spending time in jail for what ever maximum length the law permits. If that ruins their careers along the way, OH WELL! Who the heck ever said that jail was to be a glamorous experience? Jail is exactly what these individuals need since they lack the common sense to get help! It could be the only thing that saves their lives and spares the American public the continued embarrassment.

The public should stop reading, seeing their movies, concerts, and thinking that they are something that they are not. Maybe then society could get back to spending more time on issues that concern all of us on this planet, like global warming, education, the war we got lied into, and health care."

Right on, right on, sister! Or, um, brother? Friend. Fine. Right on, my friend, right on.

nicole wanted to be paris, now fears a fate like paris

So, I received my desired rest just in time to find this morning that Ms. Paris has left jail and been confined to her home for 40 days. Those punks. That slut.

Now, half-black buddy Nicole Richie is scared that she, too, will be slapped with the realization that she truly isn't "above the law." See http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/19081418/.
Poor thing already looks like she survives on trail mix and water. She would keel over and break a hip were she given a jail sentence. And then those tabloid rumors that she's pregnant...hm. I find that I have no sympathy for these silly girls, especially when I'm out here, busting my butt trying to do right. I have more of a smug, intensely giggle-ridden, Hallelujah-praising pride in knowing that, yes, I am better than them. Please believe me.

I must say, everybody does have problems. Look at the documentary, "The Last Days of Left Eye." Look at Brangelina's life. Look at your life. But don't tell me that problems are worth glamorizing, as done from the skeletal horse's mouth. Especially if you're starting to look like a certified crackhead.

Everybody needs Jesus. Nicole needs something else...

feel my enthusiasm

I'm back in Atlanta. Woo hoo. Feel my enthusiasm.

So far, so good...I'm not getting worried to death.

I'm going home. Getting me some sleep.

my lake michigan, illinois blues

I'm in day 3 of my much-needed and much-anticipated Illinois vacation. I'm disappointed that TIME is playing a trick on me because it is going much too fast. My main objective here was to get my head on straight, and reevaluate my job situation and potential school situation. So far, I've visited Northwestern, and I have set my sights on creating the best portfolio to showcase my writing talents in order to get into the school. It's adorable...all of the buildings look like houses. And should I even say that the school sits almost right on Lake Michigan? A Virginia baby's dream...a writer's dream...writing on the beach in sunny warmth.

I have yet to figure out what to do about my job thorn in my ass. I want to stay and "stick it out," but I'm so unhappy there that I would rather pull more down into my misery. I guess that the best thing to do would be to talk to my "boss" about possible improvements to my position. Ha! I almost tricked myself! Good one, Mea! They can suck my dick.

I plan to spend my weekend working on admission essays and figuring out how to get out of this job. It's worse at this possible minute because I already don't want to go back to Atlanta the same way I left. I have faith that I can focus enough to get it together. That, or I can snap and find someone to shoot over some extra Wendy's chili sauce...Then I can take a job as a reformed socialite. And go to rehab...skip the MTV movie awards.