DISCLAIMER: I DIDN'T WRITE THIS. IT'S AN EMAIL I GOT THAT I REALLY APPRECIATE. I DON'T EXPECT A GRADE ON THIS, AND MRS. GREEN, YOU DON'T HAVE TO READ THIS, BUT I THINK EVERYONE ELSE SHOULD.
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "Time heals all wounds” or "the first cut is the deepest". This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it. This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer bong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend. This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it’s easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn’t that he didn’t want a relationship: it was that he didn’t want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep. This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something. This is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisfied with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys. This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mind games that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intramural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it. So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a tee-shirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hung-over best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the fact they’re running they’re chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets…the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congratulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race. So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)

I am so upset right now. David Ortiz is out indefinatly with an irregular heart beat. How scary is that? Pretty much, we're screwed for the rest of the season so I'm not even going to complain when we don't make the playoffs. On a happier note, I finished watching the first season of 24 this morning. If you haven't see the first season, I would highly recommend it. It's one of the only quality shows still left of TV. The idea for the show was brillant. And Keifer Sutherland is amazing as Jack Bauer. He makes me laugh though, because he also talks in this weird voice that's like, "I'm in hurry to save thousands of peoples lives, listen to me." The guy who plays President Palmer is amazing as well. You know who I'm talking about, the Allstate guy. He's going to be the next James Earl Jones. The kind of guy that you can listen to for hours on end. Anyway, I'm not feeling to hot tonite so I'm going to go take a shower and head to bed, so hopefully I can go to school tomorrow.

RESULTS: I WAS RIGHT WITH THE BLOW OUT, 9-0.
CURRENT STANDINGS:
YANKEES 77-52
RED SOX 71-60 7.0 GB (WHOOPE...A WHOLE 7 GAMES NOW)
NEXT GAME:
BOSTON @ ATHLETICS 9:05
BECKETT VS. SAARLOOS
(WHAT KIND OF A LAST NAME IS THAT?)
PREDICTION: MAYBE I REALLY AM SICK BUT I THINK THEY COULD WIN THIS ONE IF THE ACTUALLY TRY. ILL GO 6-5 RED SOX.

It's almost nine o'clock and I'm first starting my homework. I haven't even eaten dinner yet. The only thing I have had since lunch was a fry from burger kind that I ironicly got with Sarah Fry. This is ridiculous. I went into to Orchesis at 4:30. We are almost finished teaching the Homecoming dance routine. It's exciting to be in the assembly because we have been trying to get in it for four years. I'm a little nervous so I hope that it goes well. Speaking of homecoming, I think I just cursed myself. I bought a dress this weekend. Yeah, I'm an idiot because I don't even have a date yet. After I bought it, I was like, "crap. I can't return this," and went into one of those huge reget moods. I was walking around the mall, calling everyone I knew and telling them what a stupid decision I had just made. Agh. I'm still mad at myself. I'm not even going to talk about it anymore because it just makes me really mad.

RESULTS:
THE RED SOX WERE SWEPT BY THE LOWLY MARINERS OVER THE WEEKEND, MUCH TO MY DISMAY.
CURRENT STANDINGS:
YANKEES 77-52
RED SOX 71-59
NEXT GAME:
BOSTON @ OAKLAND 9:05
GABBARD VS. LOAIZA
PREDICTION: 12-2 LOSS. I'VE NEVER EVEN HEARD OF THIS PITCHER BEFORE. BASICALLY, WE'RE SKREWED.

So today I went to my old babysitters baby shower. It was really weird. We played this games where you had to guess what kind of candy bar was smushed up in a diaper. It was absolutely disgusting. But she got some really cute stuff and the food was really good. I'm spending the next hour doing some homework, and then I'm going to go babysit for my neighbor. I promised the kids we could watch The Lion King, which is probably one of the greatest movies of all time. Oh, you know what's not one of the greatest movies? Beerfest. I think I actually got stupider watching that movie. It had some funny lines though, but was probably the biggest waste of two hours. After, we went back to James' house, where I managed to get in a fight with Ryan that ended up with me punching his knee cap and jamming my knuckles. They still really hurt.

RESULTS:
SEA 6, BOS 0
CURRENT STANDINGS:
YANKEES 76-51
REDSOX 71-57 5.5 GB
NEXT GAME:
BOSTON @ SEATTLE 9:05
WELLS VS MECHE
PREDICTION: WELL, I WAS WRONG ABOUT LAST NIGHTS GAME BUT I THINK THEY ARE GOING TO WIN TONITE. I'M GONNA GO 6-4 WIN.

It's Friday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The first Friday of the year. I am already exhausted. I've had three hours of homework every night so far and am not looking forward to doing that every night. Anyway, I'm excited for tomorrow because I'm going to my old babysitters baby shower. She is due in early October and she's supposed to have a girl, McKenzie Nicole. I'm so excited for her. I was in a fabulous mood when I woke up this morning because I found out that the Red Sox had won (yeah! they have a winning streak!) and to my even more delight, that the Yankees had lost. Whoppee! My day kind of went downhill from there when I went to lunch but after school was a lot of fun. Oh, funny story. Actually, I'm kind of upset about it. So my friends Nico, Alan and I took my eight year old brother to the patio after school for milkshakes. Everything went fine until the ride home when good old Nico decides to tell my brother to tell me, and I quote, "Make me a sandwich women". Now, the three boys laughed, but I was angry beyond all reason. I mean, who teaches that to an eight year old? So after telling my bro how mean that was, he apologized and said he wouldn't say it again. So that's where my day is now. Hopefully, I can put that behind me and enjoy a movie with my friends tonight.

RESULTS:
BOS 2 LAA 1 (only because Josh Beckett pitched a gem and Papi homered)
CURRENT STANDINGS:
YANKEES 76-51
RED SOX 71-56 5.5 GB (WE GAINED A GAME!)
NEXT GAME:
BOSTON @ SEATTLE 9:05
SCHILLING VS. WOODS
PREDICTION: Schilling should have enough to get his 15th win of the season tonight. I'm feeling a 7-4 win.

So today I'm going to go on a rant about the Red Sox. Yes I know, very exciting. How could they lose 5 games straight to the Yankees? This is almost something you have to try to do. Even worse, they lost those games at home, where they have (ahem) had one of baseball's best records. They aren't the Kansas City Royals. The shouldn't be 2-8 in their last ten games. It's actually very depressing. They have lost 5 key players in their ball club within the last month and a half. How can you expect to play the rest of your season with Jason Varitek, Trot Nixon, Tim Wakefield, Matt Clement and Keith Foulke on the DL? I'm sorry, but these AAA pitchers are just that, AAA. And stupid Theo Epstein can't bother to make any trades at the deadline, while the Yankees can pick up one of the biggest bats in baseball, Bobby Abreu. This was a promising season, that brought home to all the fans that there was definatly a possiblity of seeing another ring on our players fingers, but the way this is going, I wouldn't be surprised if they finished under .500. This is train wreck that won't stop piling up. But don't get me wrong, I love the Red Sox and always will. I just wish that they could get some sense knocked into them and actually start to win games again. But never fear, "there's always next season".

RESULTS: I WAS 2 FOR 3. SOMEONE NAMED PAPI HOMERED, THE RED SOX WON, JUST NOT 9-7.
CURRENT STANDINGS:
YANKEES 76-49
RED SOX 70-56 6.5 GB
CURRENT GAME:
BOSTON @ LOS ANGELES 9:05
BECKETT VS. WEAVER
PREDICTION: EGH...I'M GONNA GO WITH A WIN, BUT I DON'T HAVE A STRONG FEELING EITHER WAY. I'LL SAY BOS 6 LAA 4, BUT THATS ONLY IF BECKETT DOESN'T ALLOW HIS 1000000 FOR THE SEASON

COUNTDOWN: 272 days til we graduate.
So I've decided to try this HUGE font. It's pretty crazy. Anyway...Today went pretty well at school, I mean nothing too exciting happened but what else can you expect. Lunch was pretty fun, until Mr. James Parker and Mr. George Pace decided it was a good time to make up new nicknames for me. I'm sorry but I don't think "Megan the Hungry" or "Megan the Mongal" qualify as good nicknames(James, if you read this, I'm going to tell you right how much that bothers me). After that, James and I signed up for rollerblading in gym,which is going to be awesome.After that, I went to Special Topics: History through Film (probably the best history class ever invented) where I watched a movie called Lonestar. It's not horrible, but I'm ready to watch the war movies. Tonight, I've got dance practice in store for me which is going to be interesting, since I think I have about seven hours of homework to do. Well, I'm going to finish my other essay writing homework now, because God forbid I only get one assignment per class (just kidding, this class isn't bad at all. I actually really enjoy coming to it. I'm talking more along the lines of AP Enivornmental Science...yuk).
RESULTS:
LAA 4, BOS 3 (what did I tell you?)
CURRENT STANDINGS:
YANKEES 75-49
RED SOX 69-56 6.5 GB (yanks lost too)
NEXT GAME:
BOSTON @ LOS ANGELES 9:05
LESTER VS. ESCOBAR
Prediction: I'm gonna go out on a limb and say a 9-7 win, but only because someone homers

So this is my first blog. I've never even written one of these on myspace or anything. I guess I'll just tell you about the first day of school. So far, I really like all of my classes. I think that my senior year is going to be awesome. The first half of my day is hard, but the second half is a complete blow-off. First, I have AP environmental science, which is a new couse that has a whooping 13 kids in the class. Fun. But my teacher, Mr. Jarvis seems cool so I think it is going to be a good class. Then I have AP Stats. Enough said. Then I come to this class, which I'm not going to lie, is awesome so far. So many of my friends are in the class and I think that our teacher is going to be really fun. After that I go down to marketing, which to my surprise, has about four seniors in it. I'm with a bunch of sophomores and juniors who I don't know/care to know. After this though, my day gets fabulous. I have my off-campus lunch, with about ten of my friends, PE with more of them, Special Topics with more friends, plus as an added bonus, all you really do in that class is watch movies and finally, early dismissal. It was amazing, I beat my eight year old brother home from school. That has never happened before. Well, I'm sure you all are very interested in my schedule but I'm going to have to wrap it up. I promise the next one won't be so boring, I just didn't know what to do.

CURRENT STANDINGS:
YANKEES 75-48
RED SOX 69-55 6.5 GB (ouch)
NEXT GAME:
BOSTON @ LOS ANGELES 9:05
SNYDER VS. SAUNDERS
*I'M PREDICTING A 4-3 LOSS