Sacred Dark

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 01:37:46 GMT

We try to define the world in terms of science
But the world is not a theory, not a law.
It is alive.

Walking down the streets at night open your eyes to something new
A nightlife that many take for granted.
We look out into the dark and imagine fear.
We never look part the world façade
the image we force upon it
All we see are the sick
The homeless
The desperate waiting down the alley for prey.
I can look past all that, and see a beauty in the night.

For once raise your gaze
The sky holds many secrets.
The rags are a disguise
For a family doing the best they can.
We overlook the small things
though insignificant to your own life they may be
True loves first kiss
A new friendship
Spilt coffee and apologies.

This is what I see.
I try to define the word in terms of nature
It is alive.

Encourage

Wed, 12 Aug 2009 01:32:50 GMT

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.
One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.
His bed was next to the room's only window.
The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end.
They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.
She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.
The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, 'Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.'

Friday, November 23, 2007

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 17:33:50 GMT

Friday, November 23, 2007

I miss
Current mood: bored

I miss how things use to be.

I miss swing dancing… all the friends that use to go, but their not there anymore. They moved, they got boyfriends, or they just vanished. I miss all the fin times, the pictures, and the laughs. I wish I had time to go all the time like I use to, but school is stopping me, job searching, and lack of money leads to lost memories. I blame no one for this, it happens all the time to everyone; I just wish it hadn't happened so soon. And I miss my dance shoes…( Kristin ;) )

I want summer to come back, when I was stress free. I want the days back when I had something to do, when I wasn't bored out of my mind sitting at home on the computer with no one to talk to because they no longer care about me or are working (if your reading this, it's more likely not about you, since you care enough to read it at all).

I miss going to Moe's every Monday after school, and I miss sitting for hours playing halo and listening to my friends laugh. I miss when all my friends didn't go out and get drunk and high, or when their girlfriends didn't hate me. I miss playing lazertag all night long, and I even miss working there.

I miss doing more than just sitting around talking about stuff that just pisses me off about how unintelligent you are about the subjects you claim to know all about.

I miss being the passenger in that old white truck, and the random adventures. ;)

There are only a few things that keep me sane.

1. James. He is my shelter, my sanctuary, and my love.

2. My kitten. He keeps me laughing, even when I want to cry.
That's about it really. Those two are my world and I have no idea what I would do without either of them.

an oldr post from another blog

Sat, 01 Aug 2009 17:32:18 GMT

Friday, June 20, 2008

You are my soul mate
Now, before you all thing I am going crazy, let me tell you how I use that word.

Soul mate is a term sometimes used to designate someone with whom one has a feeling of deep and natural affinity, friendship, love, intimacy, sexuality, spirituality and/or compatibility. A related concept is that of the twin flame or twin soul. I don't believe that your soul mate HAS to be the one you are with for the rest of your life, and I DO believe you can have more then one. It can be male, female, animal... it's just another soul you feel something deeper then love for, a connection that words truly cannot express. I wasn't 'destined' to be with you the rest of my life, I was only meant to have you there, to comfort me, to make me feel more complete then any husband, lover, or friend could. Thats what a soul mate is to me.

Now why am I going on about this? Because I finally sorted out my feeling... I hope.

I knew I no longer felt the same for you, I told you that, and I was confused on why I still loved to just lay there with you and watch movies, to feel nothing romantic, just complete. I knew I no longer loved you, not like I did before, but I knew I couldn't live without you there. I was wondering, how could I condemn another who wanted to be with me to a relationship that I wasn't sure about, how could I look at them, want to be with them, when I wanted to be with you too, just in a different way.

Sure, I know I could sacrifice a lot of thing I have with you, but not the closeness, the hugs hello and the kisses good-bye. Not to call you gay, I know your not, but the way I act with you is how I would act with a gay best friend, the kisses, the teasing, then don't mean nothing to be but that close friendship. It's not a romantic and unconditional love, it's a deep platonic love.

You are my soul mate.

My connection with you is beyond friendship, but not sexual. Sure, there can be that attraction, but give us a break, we are both fucking gorgeous. It's inevitable, but I know we can both be mature, if we wanted or had to be.

Whoever I am with next, will just have to except and understand these facts. I'm not sure if I will find that person, the one who will know what I'm talking about when I call you a soul mate, but not someone I want more then them.

I love you, James, in the most platonic, soul mate-ish way.

Holy Hell

Fri, 19 Dec 2008 16:00:28 GMT

I was such an...angsty teen. Please discontinue reading any entries before this date. They are overly embarrassing, lols.

-Meg

I miss

Sat, 24 Nov 2007 04:03:55 GMT

The world will little note nor long remember what we say here.

I miss how things use to be.

I miss swing dancing… all the friends that use to go, but their not there anymore. They moved, they got boyfriends, or they just vanished. I miss all the fin times, the pictures, and the laughs. I wish I had time to go all the time like I use to, but school is stopping me, job searching, and lack of money leads to lost memories. I blame no one for this, it happens all the time to everyone; I just wish it hadn’t happened so soon. And I miss my dance shoes…( Kristin ;) )

I want summer to come back, when I was stress free. I want the days back when I had something to do, when I wasn’t bored out of my mind sitting at home on the computer with no one to talk to because they no longer care about me or are working (if your reading this, it’s more likely not about you, since you care enough to read it at all).

I miss going to Moe’s every Monday after school, and I miss sitting for hours playing halo and listening to my friends laugh. I miss when all my friends didn’t go out and get drunk and high, or when their girlfriends didn’t hate me. I miss playing lazertag all night long, and I even miss working there.

I miss doing more than just sitting around talking about stuff that just pisses me off about how unintelligent you are about the subjects you claim to know all about.

I miss being the passenger in that old white truck, and the random adventures. ;)

There are only a few things that keep me sane.
1. James. He is my shelter, my sanctuary, and my love.
2. My kitten. He keeps me laughing, even when I want to cry.

That’s about it really. Those two are my world and I have no idea what I would do without either of them.

Remember

Tue, 15 May 2007 07:15:45 GMT

I am like a falling star who has finally found her place next to another in a lovely constellation, where we will sparkle in the heavens forever.

5.15.07

M.S. <3 J.P.

A garden not yet in bloom.

Sun, 13 May 2007 21:57:29 GMT

Feelings are not supposed to be logical. Dangerous is the man who has rationalized his emotions.

It’s been only a week, nothing serious, nothing solid, but it’s there. Something that has been well deserved and greatly wanted.

The touch, the sound, its all there. Not yet in bloom, but it’s there.

Dormant
Sleeping
Waiting

It will be something great, as long as the one who seeks it continues to do so.

And do so I will.

Changes

Sat, 17 Feb 2007 01:31:50 GMT

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

I have decided I am going to try and right myself for the better, yet again. I have already started down this path, but now I will continue onwards. I will reach my goals, and achieve the things I once though imposable.
First things first, I am going to start eating a bit healthier, more veggies, more fruits, no more soda unless I have to take my pills since I need the carbonation to stop my gag reflexes from going mad.
Second, I’m going to take better care of my looks. I’m tired of pants, tired of dressing not like a woman most of the time. I want more skits, less pants. I liked, no loved, how I looked on Valentine’s Day, I have no felt so good about myself in a very long time.
Third, I’m going to get into better shape. I know I’m already starting to get fit, but I want to take it a step farther. I love dancing, more then I love music, which is saying a LOT about how much I love it. I want to get better. In order to do that, I have to get stronger legs, stomach, and upper body… or in short everything needs to get more muscle on my body.
Finally, I’m going to try and change a bit of my personality, not a lot, just the parts I hate, like my unending fear of most things or my shyness and laziness. This will help be achieve my goal of getting my awesome car.
A few things I will NOT change are the things everyone likes about me. My bluntness, and other aspects of my person that make me who I am, are here to stay.
I will reach my goals, just you wait and see.

Meg, the Nightingale.

Love Life in a Nutshell

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 00:56:16 GMT

For those with wings, fly to their dreams.

I think I hurt him, but he has to look at it form my point of view. I told him how much I cared for someone else.

Oh another note, yes, I know I have not been on here in forever, but I like it much better then MySpace's blogging system and I don't have my own journal other then my computer.

A lot had been going on, and just so you know, being single is not that bad, not really. Not as bad as I though it would be, but still, I am trying to fix that. That’s another reason I want to use this and not mysapce... less people read this one. So it's more like a journal is supposed to be.

So, a little update is in order I guess. I started to swing dance, it helped me a lot over the past 7 months. I know, it's already been that long it's that amazing? I met a lot of new people, and a lot of new friends. They became a special part of my life; they replaced all the friends I lost after graduation.

Now comes a subject most of my friends are tired of hearing about, my crushed. Well, there have been a few of those, Jon, Nate, and Kenny, but I can say this full heartedly that I enjoy Kenny the most.

Jon was nice and all, but he was too child-like for me, I don't need to baby-sit someone, plus he was still jailbait when I met him, I'm 8 months older them him. I know I know, that’s not that much, but into older men now.

Nate was fun to be around, he was independent, funny, maybe not the hottest person ever, but he had a good personality. But he turned out to be a man whore and even forgot my name after a while... so that was a no no. But at least he though I was hot.

Kenny is amazing. He gives me butterflies in my stomach every time he is near me, something the other two never did. He is into the ren fests, he can swing dance, he finds me attractive, and he has the man V... Oh the man V. He juggles, and is very good at it. I have not felt so happy and schoolgirl-ish since I first met Ryan, since the first few months of our relationship. I missed this feeling so much. He only sad thing is he is a magnate for every woman within a 100-foot radius. They all would hate me, and some of them are my friends, I don’t want that, and he hates hurting people, too. Though, I’m starting not to care how other people feel, I want to be happy... and he will help with that.

So that’s the gist of life to far on a relationship basis, the rest will come later.

Meg, The Nightingale

I am in love!

Mon, 21 Aug 2006 20:21:05 GMT

I love college! End of story. Now I'm even more pumped up to go to William Paterson next year.

I'm still not done for the day though, I go back at 7:30 and don't get out till 9:30 tonight. Yaay for me.

I have almost two hours between Comp 1 and Algebra, but I made a little squirrel buddy to eat breakfast with.

I don't know anyone in my classes, and personally I don't care. I'm there to learn, and get my GPA up so I will be accepted into WPU. \m/

My Humanities teacher, Prof. Hyer, is fucking crazy as shit, but he is awesome. And Dr. Mills is as hyper as a kid WAY to early in the morning... I think she needs to cut back on coffee. And Prof. St. Denis is just old and cool. I think his class will be an east A.

I still have to meet my Chorus Prof. So I will have to tell you all about him later.

I’m not sure what else to do from 9:25 till 11:10 though. I mean I only have so much food to eat and share with my fuzzy-tailed friend. Tomorrow I might walk around a bit. Maybe I will even get my student I.D. and Library Card.

Well, I have to go back up some stuff so I can be ready to go to Danielle’s tonight after class.

My mom is not too happy about the pairings I want, but to bad. She will have to deal with my newfound adulthood.

My dad is also not happy about me wanting to go away next year. “Do you hate us all that bad that you want to leave so soon?” So soon, dad? Most of my friends have gone away for college already, I’m giving you an extra year to spend with you ‘baby girl’. He will just have to learn to cope with his baby being an adult. He will learn, eventually. What is he going to do when I move out? I think he might have a stroke (scary thought).

I will talk to you all later.

Ja!

Dear God

Thu, 17 Aug 2006 06:55:20 GMT

I was reading back upon all of my old entries over the four years I have had LiveJournal. I have coem to the realization... I have grown a lot. I was just a stupid and annoying child. I am a young woman now, though i do tent to get a little to emotional, but I am a woman like I said, so i am alowed at times. That is in my blood.

I hope to grow up more now, I want to be responsible. I still don't do enough stuff on my own, but I do a whole lot more then I use to. I really do, I am more independent that I would have ever wanted to be back then. Now I want to be more so. I will try, I really will. I'm i'm going to go live in a dorm I can;t very well make Danielle to my laundry for me now can I? heh.

I will try to become a better people, I love the way I am now, I am very happy, but I strive to be better, and I will be, one day. THough it WILL take time.

Tue, 25 Jul 2006 16:27:38 GMT

I really am trying to hard to deal with this, but even after four days it still hurts so bad.

I try to hide ti from everybody, but it doesn;t work. They all know I am still emotionally distrought. I try really hard durring the day to act happy, I am even just trying at act like old friends with him, even after be shattered my heart.

I can; thelp it, but every night, once I am alone again and there is no oen around to keep my mind busy, I cry myself to sleep. I dont know how much longer I can go on like that. Last night was the first time I had slept in over three days. Three fuckign days of no sleep.

EVERYTHING remind me of him... I am even so use to caling him "my ryan" around people bause there was always two of them, McCrickard... and him.

Now I can;t call him that, he is no longer mine.

I'm so sorry for ranting... I have been toing it to much this past week or two, but I can;t help it.

I'm so glade he does not read this anymore, or I would be be in big trouble.

I told myself I would nto let him see my cry, and I think I have done an OK job at it so far... Or AT least I have been trying. It's not my fault he tried to talk to me again after I had already turned aroudn and started to walk away, I though i was in the safe zone.

And Ryan, if my change you do read this... Forget everthing you have read here... Just forget it. This will do you no good and I know that. Thats why I did nto ask you.. beg you to take me back like I wanted to the day you did this.

If you are ever ready to give all those things back that where in that bag... I will happily take everthing back... everthing.

Remember this day

Sat, 22 Jul 2006 04:20:11 GMT

The day Ryan Patrick Murray broke my fucking heart... after almost 3 years.

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 21:04:00 GMT

It has been a very long time since my last update, but I guess I kind of grew out of this thing.

It's odd how much people change through out the years. I have seen it happen, and I don't always like it. I sometimes miss hwo things use to be, then things were simple and child-like. it's not always fair either... But I guess we all have to live with it, huh?

I can't say the past four years have been the worst in my life, but i can;t say they were my best either. It's hard for me to understand how old I really am. I am an adult, I'm going into college soon, and I need to start my real life.

I wonder what kind of person I will be for my highschool reunion. Will I have made something for my self (finally), or will I be the same Meghan I am now, but older. I hope it's not the later.

Well, I really can;t think of anythign right now.

I might post later, if now.

rememebr me when I'm gone.

<3
Meg

Bah

Sat, 04 Mar 2006 01:14:57 GMT

I just give up on everything...

Sat, 01 Oct 2005 23:59:26 GMT

Wha ha ha ha! No one can stop me and my precious hurricane!"

"Mr. President. I'm afraid that Rita is more powerful than we thought."

"o rly? How so?"

"It appears she has powered herself up to a catagory five and is proceeding to take over the lower region of the united states."

"Ha ha ha ha! Soon the Unites States shall belong to me!"

"..."

"Mr President?..."

"Send in the Power Rangers"

*Power Rangers Theme*

"Good luck, Rangers"

"What?! The Power Rangers?!"

Red Ranger: "Alright guys! Let's stop this witch!"

Rest: "Right!"

"You won't beat me and my hurricane!"

"Hurricane?"

"WTF?"

"Use your Dragonzord!!"

"I likes Dragonzord."

"ROOOOOOAAARRRRZZZ!!!!11one!1"

"Oh noes!"

"Mr. President I believe we are winning!"

"I can't watch!!!"

"Ha Ha, Dragonzord is no match for my Category 5 Hurricane!"

"I believe in you, Power Rangers."

"R-ROARZ! Dragonzord can't take anymore!"

"Shall we evacuate the Gulf Coast Mr. President?"

"No. No. Wait until the Power Rangers unleash their weapons of mass destruction."

"But sir, wouldn't that still cost us thousands of lives?"

"Boy I'll tell ya that pink one, aint she a cutey?"

"Ready to give up the United states to me?!?"

"..."

"Well, are you?"

"..."

"...???"

"..."

"...???!!!"

"..."

"...?!?!?!!!"

Cheney: "No."

"NO!!!"

"Only I can sentence the citizens of Texas to death."

"Send all available troops to the Gulf Coast immediately to assist the Power Rangers."

"Sir, everyone's fighting Iraq right now."

"Boy I'll tell ya that pink one, aint she a cutey?"

Red Ranger: "Crap, we're all doomed"

"Sergent, lik, what's the status?"

Sergent: "Seems like the hurricane is approaching. The Power Rangers deployed their Megazord by the coast, sir."

"Oh Snapz! Megaz0rz Go!!!"

"Sir, is the Megazord enuff?"

"You underes...under-est...und...undesti...condemn teh Power Ranj0rz? You sir are stripped of your rank!"

Red Ranger: "Alright guys. Let's tame this hurricane!"

"Not so fast, Rangers! Goldar! Go and protect my hurricane!"

"I like gooooooooooooold."

*Who0o0o0o0o0o0o0osh*

"May god save America...!"

Tiger Woods: "y hullo Mr. Pres. Wana gawlf? lolololo"

"HECKS YEAH!"

Bush: "g2g brb"

"...eff?"

All: "The president is LEAVING?"

"George Bush doesn't care about Black Rangers!"

hmm...guess it's up to me."

"Hecko, Cali?"

Later that day...

All in Megazord: "Who the heck?!"

"yaa, zee whit housse cawled mee. Look liek yoo Powaa Rawingaz neeed heckp."

"Hasta La Vista, Rita!"

Sat, 01 Oct 2005 20:52:52 GMT

KiSSiNG LANGUAGE

Kissing Language (yup, it's a language)
if a kiss is the Language of Love,
then we have a lot to talk about it...

methods of Love....

+kiss on the ear------"i'm horny"
+kiss on the cheek----"we're friends"
+kiss on the hand-----"i adore you"
+kiss on the neck------"we belong together"

+kiss on the shoulder-----"i want you"
+kiss on the lips------------"i love you" or "i want you"
+holding hands--------"we can learn to love each other"

+a wink-------------------"Let's get it on"
+slap on the butt----"thats mine"
+playing with the ear----"i can't live without you"

+holding on tight----"don't let go"
+looking into each other's eyes-----"let's get romantic"

+pulling hair on head----"tell me you love me"
+arms around the waist---"i love you too much to let go"

Feh

Tue, 27 Sep 2005 22:34:14 GMT

What should I be for Halloween, and something serious and none perverted please? I'm askign for help lol.

It can be anything from an already made costume, to something I can make and/or make up.

I can buy any materials I need so just comment and tell me what you think!

Project

Sat, 27 Aug 2005 18:28:28 GMT

Ashley, Kritsie, Gabe...

When are you comming over? ;-;

no school!

Wed, 24 Aug 2005 00:34:12 GMT

No school tomorrow for me, there was a bomb threat at school. I got a voice recording telling me that if I have my parents permission I don't have to go. Yaay! Another day for me to sleep and get better. ^_^

*goes back to eating chicken noodle soup and taking meds.*

Fri, 05 Aug 2005 01:37:22 GMT

A little girl went to her bedroom and pulled a glass jelly jar from its hiding place in the closet.

She poured the change out on the floor and counted it carefully. Three times, even. The total had to be exactly perfect. No chance here for mistakes.

Carefully placing the coins back in the jar and twisting on the cap, she slipped out the back door and made her way 6 blocks to Rexall's Drug Store with the big red Indian Chief sign above the door.

She waited patiently for the pharmacist to give her some attention but he was too busy at this moment. Tess twisted her feet to make a scuffing noise. Nothing. She cleared her throat with the most disgusting sound she could muster. No good. Finally she took a quarter from her jar and banged it on the glass counter. That did it!

"And what do you want?" the pharmacist asked in an annoyed tone of voice. “I'm talking to my brother from Chicago whom I haven't seen in ages," he said without waiting for a reply to his question.

"Well, I want to talk to you about my brother," Tess answered back in the same annoyed tone. "He's really, really sick... and I want to buy a miracle."

" I beg your pardon?" said the pharmacist.

" His name is Andrew and he has something bad growing inside his head and my Daddy says only a miracle can save him now. So how much does a miracle cost?"

"We don't sell miracles here, little girl. I'm sorry but I can't help you," the pharmacist said, softening a little.

"Listen, I have the money to pay for it. If it isn't enough, I will get the rest. Just tell me how much it costs."

The pharmacist's brother was a well-dressed man. He stooped down and asked the little girl, "What kind of a miracle does your brother need?"

" I don't know," Tess replied with her eyes welling up. “I just know he's really sick and Mommy says he needs an operation. But my Daddy can't pay for it, so I want to use my money."

" How much do you have?" asked the man from Chicago.

"One dollar and eleven cents," Tess answered barely audibly. "And it's all the money I have, but I can get some more if I need to."

"Well, what a coincidence," smiled the man. "A dollar and eleven cents---the exact price of a miracle for little brothers. "

He took her money in one hand and with the other hand he grasped her mitten and said "Take me to where you live. I want to see your brother and meet your parents. Let's see if I have the miracle you need."

That well dressed man was Dr. Carlton Armstrong, a surgeon, specializing in neuro-surgery. The operation was completed free of charge and it wasn't long until Andrew was home again and doing well.

Mom and Dad were happily talking about the chain of events that had led them to this place. “That surgery," her Mom whispered. "Was a real miracle. I wonder how much it would have cost?"

Tess smiled. She knew exactly how much a miracle cost...one dollar and eleven cents... plus the faith of a little child.

In our lives, we never know how many miracles we will need. A miracle is not the suspension of natural law, but the operation of a higher law.

A ball is a circle, no beginning, and no end. It keeps us together like our Circle of Friends. But the treasure inside for you to see is the treasure of friendship you've granted to me.

MY OATH TO YOU...

When you are sad...I will dry your tears.

When you are scared...I ill comfort your fears.

When you are worried...I will give you hope.

When you are confused...I will help you cope.

And when you are lost.... And can't see the light, I shall be your beacon...Shining ever so bright.

This is my oath…I pledge till the end.

Why you may ask? Simple, because you're my friend.

Sat, 30 Jul 2005 01:19:25 GMT

Your Boobies' Names Are: Silk and Satin

Get your own Boobie Names

Your Girl Parts Are Named: Delta of Venus

Get your own Sex Name

Your Star Wars Name and Title

Your Star Wars Name: Megsm Phst.

Your Star Wars Title: Htivan of Ssej

Your Star Wars Name and Title

Fri, 22 Jul 2005 05:40:58 GMT

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when everything is uncertain, one moment heaven... the next moment hell.

You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

Thu, 21 Jul 2005 18:15:36 GMT

Your IQ Is 115

Your Logical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Verbal Intelligence is Exceptional
Your Mathematical Intelligence is Exceptional
Your General Knowledge is Above Average

A Quick and Dirty IQ Test

Part Romantic Kisser

For you, kissing is all about feeling the romance
You love to kiss under the stars or by the sea
The perfect kiss involves the perfect mood
It's pretty common for kisses to sweep you off your feet

Part Expert Kisser

You're a kissing pro, but it's all about quality and not quantity
You've perfected your kissing technique and can knock anyone's socks off
And you're adaptable, giving each partner what they crave
When it comes down to it, your kisses are truly unforgettable

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

MEGHAN
M	is for	Moral
E	is for	Emotional
G	is for	Glittering
H	is for	Hip
A	is for	Adventurous
N	is for	Neglected

What Does Your Name Mean?

Your Sexy Brazilian Name Is

Ana Beatriz Santoro

What's Your Sexy Brazilian Name?

Slow and Steady

Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy.

They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.

It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.

They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.

How Do People See You?