i met meg on the first day of sixth grade. we were among the four (un?)lucky classes to be sent to another (unused) school cuz our class was so big and they didn't have room for us. so we got bussed over there in the morning, and back to the normal school after lunch for gym, music and the "enrichment" classes.
so she was in my homeroom, where i knew a total of maybe two people. anyways, when we got back to the regular school that first day, i have my first memory of meg: sitting in our homeroom over there (the art room!) with meg, and two other girls. i remember meg saying that she'd share a locker with one of us, and i ended up sharing with one of the other girls. now, of course, i wish i'd shared with her, but it doesn't really matter. so we had homeroom and the bus ride.
that summer, we biked to a strip mall that was roughly between our houses. we did this several times, along with some other stuff. there's a pet store near her house - where she now works - and we went there now and then. i remember the first time, i kept asking if there were any snakes, cuz i'm absolutely petrified of them. she kept saying no, til she finally said "well, we did have one, but it got loose, so we can't really sell it." i bolted from the store so fast and it took her forever to get me to go back in.
in seventh grade, we stayed after school sometimes for pottery club, and we had chorus and gym together. i got to know her better that year, and that summer we again biked to the mall, etc. (and if you ever talk to her, and she says that i punched her, i just want you to know that, first of all, i did not punch her, i merely slapped her -- you know, punches are with closed fists, slaps with open ones-- and secondly, it was an accident. no, wait. she slapped me first.
in eighth grade, again we had chorus and gym (yay!) together, along with english class, which was rather fun. making a video of mr. potato head running away and all.
in ninth grade, no classes together (sigh) but we did have lunch and i bummed rides with her and her mom or dad many times. she came for my birthday (remember, the beginning of the friday-ritual) but she can't do stuff til later on fridays cuz she works...sigh.
in tenth grade, she was in my history class (with the funny teacher, the same as jasmine) and she had the same lunch hour as i.
in the summer before 11th grade, she went with her parents for a family reunion in seattle. i was incredibly pissed (but the good-natured pissed) that she didn't take me (not that i would've been able to go..) and i wouldn't let her name the city where she was going. she'd say "yeah, i'm so excited, i'm leaving for se...washington soon.."
now, in eleventh grade, we don't have the same lunch hour 
but we do
have the same history class (for the first semester, anyways) which proves to be amusing fun. our teacher can be strange and
weird, which is good (history teachers are the best when they're amusing.) and she eats the goldfish i bring along for
latin.
she and i've been planning on doing stuff in the future for quite some time. in sixth grade or so, we decided we were gonna go to the UW-Madison and rent out one of these nifty old houses that they rent out to a bunch of college students and room together. i've recently decided that it'll be a cold day in hell before i willingly agree to stay here. not that it's bad here or anything...it's actually pretty cool... but i have to leave. waaaaay far away. nice big(gish?) city.
also, after phoebe's europe trip and my mother saying that it'd prolly be okay if i went, her mom said that she'd be able to go. we went to a meeting and now we're signed up to go to europe for three weeks this summer. italy, switzerland, france and england. (i'm quite eager for london-- i'm gonna go ballistically hyper in the doc store and spend all the rest of my money. good thing it's the last stop. also, i'm planning on finding a - reputable - tattoo parlor over there and getting a tattoo. (although meg's decided that if i don't okay it with my parents, she's not going to the tattoo parlor with me. she doesn't want to get blamed.) butterfly, on the back of my left shoulder.) i can't wait.
