HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!! LENNY THE CHOCOLATE MOOSE!! GET IT? A MOOSE. . .MADE FROM CHOCOLATE!! (it's a play on words. . .but it actually is . .. look!)

Right. Because that's not weird at ALL Von.

Hi, if you are reading this you are probably either really bored with absolutely nothing better to do, or, you've stumbled across this profile by complete accident. Or you are completley brain dead, from spending far to long in the middle of nowhere, much like Meg. (which is at least better than Von, who is brain dead from falling over multiple times whilst thinking about hot men who she will probably never meet). In either case you should know who the hell your reading up on. So, this is me. Me this is.

Name: Megan (preferably Meg) Or Lucy. Because Lucy was the Masters wifes name, and she got the privelage of a)snogging John Simm, b) Being very pretty and having beautiful hair and c) seeing the Doctor as Yoda's cousin. What?? OMG, DWF you are a freak.

Age: 16 (FINALLY), after 16 years of waiting..it finally happened!!

Gender: I'm a chick, duh. I mean, how many guys do you know with the name Meg?? Not many. Unless they're not really . . . . ewwwww. AND I'm A TIME LADY FROM GALLIFREY!! YEAH! 924... HAH! Beat you Doctor! I am not. I wish I was. DWF is simply screwing with the heads of the millions of whovians out there.

Location: Australia. I think I'll be safe with that. It's a pretty big place. I can narrow it down so: here is her house number..27. One day, I will buy a house that is number 42. 42 Is the best of all numbers. Not only is it one of the greatest Doctor Who episodes ever, it is also the meaning of life. Forty-two.

Interests: Note: I should really rename this obsessions. All my friends (and I tend to agree with this one here) say that I have a REALLY obsessive nature(It's not like THEY can talk, there is no one on this earth more obsessive than Doctor-Who-Fangirl). Anyway, basically this is the stuff I'm crazy about at this point in time (this may well change on a day to day basis)

- Doctor Who (I'm quite jealous of all you Brits out there, you get Season 4 around 6 months before we do!! We don't get Voyage of the Damned here till mid June!!). . . Damn you poms, damn you to hell. And then back again, and then I will throw you on the valiant to endure the year that never was. . . and then I will force you to live on Sanctuary Base 6. . . . AND THEN YOU WILL BE INFECTED BY ROGUE NANOGENES AND TURNED INTO A GAS MASK ZOMBIE PERSON. . . . And then, for the piece de resistance, you will be executed on the planet Raxicoricofallapatorius, by the Mighty Jagrafess of the Holy Hadrojassic Maxorodenfoes, and then resurrected, and placed back on this hole that we call Sol 3, and be forced to live out the rest of your miserable existance, so you can continue making Doctor Who.. . . feeling a bit violent are we??

-Torchwood (A very large Janto fan. The Torchwood situation is even WORSE than the Doctor Who one here because we only got the 1st half of Season one and we're not getting Season 2 at all!! Grrrr. Thank god for all those fantastic people who upload the episodes onto YouTube. Thanks to them my life is fullfilled)

-Twilight (Do I even need to say anything about this series?? If you haven't read them yet then get onto it, pronto. WARNING: FOR GIRLS ONLY. GUYS WILL END UP PUKING DUE TO EXCESSIVE FLUFFINESS. And to any girl out there who hasn't read them PLEASE do so. Then you will understand what I mean when I say that Edward Cullen is drool-worthy. Seriously. He is the man of my dreams. Only problem is that he's a fictional character but . . . . )...After rethinking it...I don't like them much. Actually, it's quite crap. I'll read the next book just to see how it ends, but the extreme fluffiness gives me headaches and the neediness of the main character makes me want to beat her to death with a mace. . . . No, frying pan. . . .with a frying pan. . . .FRYING PANS FOR LIFE!! . . . . wow. We're violent today.

-Harry Potter (Self explanatory. They're just damn good books. But the 5th movie was a spectacular failure. The guy who directed it had never even directed a major motion picture before!! I mean-what the hell were they thinking?! And they're getting him back to do #6 as well!! Grrrrrr. I just hope that they don't let him screw up #7, am currently leaning towards Tim Burton as director for that one. He could put in Johnny Depp!!)

-Protector of the Small (Okay, one of my best mates in seriously in LOVE with Raoul from this series. I mean, she couldn't force herself to read New Moon NOT because she was constantly waiting for Edward to come back, BUT because she was constantly waiting for Raoul to walk in. WTF?? Anyway, I am totally head over heals for Dom from this series - so hot!!)

-David Tennant (dudes and dudettes, this guy was voted sexiest man on the planet for two years in a row, and I fully get why. Some people hate him, but I just can't - he too adorable!!)

-John Barrowman (this guy is hot, he can sing, dance and act, he seems pretty smart, he's got a sense of humour, he's a nice person and apparently he's REALLY sweet!! It's just like - what's the downside?? Cause any guy that perfect has to come with a hitch. Well here it is, he's gay. NOOOOOO!!)..not a hitch. He's happy. So LEAVE HIM ALONE!! FRYING PAN!! TO YOUR HEAD. THWACK! DWF, I'm not stupid. I KNOW he's happy. I was simply stating how it is sad for us selfish girls who see an amazing guy like JB and realise that he's unnavailable. Especially 'cause he's so gorgeous. And so nice. And so sweet. And so talented. Damn you Scott. Why must you take this amazing man away?? WHY?? I hate you.

No I don't. I love you. Especially because you're so gorgeous. And so sweet. And so . . . -continues muttering about the various qualities of these gorgeous men-.

-Meg Cabot writing (I love this chick. Seriously awesome) I don't know why...Actually,this also is a past obssession, not so into her anymore. This is still not true. DWF simply assumes that cause I don't talk about her books that much anymore. I still love her stuff and continue to read and re-read her books. They aren't my favourite books, but they're great for light reading and are really funny). Do not...I just did that to irritate you. AND IT WORKED! Mwahahahaha...VICTORY IS MINE!!right, well . . . . . . -calls mental asylum-.

-Twilight fanfics (thank-you to all those people out there who have posted and helped me to fuel this frankly unhealthy obsession. Seriously - thanks, I now cannot get a certain gorgeous vampire out of my head) I am very much pleased to say that Edward Cullen has been replaced by Richard Hammond, David Tennant and John Barrowman. Drool. And thank god for that...honestly, I was so bloody sick of that Vampire, however, I always, always, always have time for the likes of Richard Hammond, David Tennant, John Barrowman...and others. Who you will find on my (very long) list of obsessions. My hot-list currently contains 100 hot people on there (there's also about two hundred participants on a hot but not gorgeous list) but I simply can't bear to put them in order...however, I have four who instantly come to mind, they also happen to be the ones stuck all over my dancing studio walls...YEAH THAT'S RIGHT! MY PORT DE BRAS AND PIROUETTES ARE FOR YOU. . .

-Top Gear (The British one of course. I LOVE Richard Hammond. And I still have no idea how he managed to get that spoiler onto his 'sports car convertible stretch limo' . . . I mean that thing was literally twice his size!! WTF?!)

The Pope: He is very cute. WHAT?! DWF, I will murder you . . . . or the pope . . . which could get me into a lot of trouble . . . but he's just so . . . annoyingly religious.. ..what? He is. He looks like Gollum, Gollum is cute. I think. There is something VERY wrong with you.

Wow. That's a long list.

Favourite Colour: Green

Favourite Food: This really does change often, but right now I'm thinking . . . marshmallows. Yum. All soft and squishy . . . .

Gorgeous, sexy, wonderful fantastic, brilliant...GENIUS Friends Within This Site (with the exception of DWF as she is a complete and total idiot, the only reason she's on this list is because she has Richard Hammond's biography and I'm trying to stay in her good books.):

sazza-da-vampire

exploding-sugar-plum-fairies

doctor-who-fangirl..YAY ME! If you let this get to your already oversized ego I will get a certain friend of ours who will only be referred to as "The Mad Scientist" to go over to your place and throw you through a wall.

Chezza92

kid-all-grown-up

Theres another person on this list, however I can't put his real name here for . . . . . reasons. So we'll just call him . . . . . Baboon-Man. :D. You know who you are Baboon Man!! . . . if there is a person whose penname is actually Baboon-Man . . . then . . . sorry. Lol.

One thing I could not live without: My Ipod. Seriously, it is like my life. Which is sad cause I cannot sing for shiz but I can still listen which is good.

Motto: You Gotta Love Life...it's a bit lame. Shut up. My motto is better: Live every moment like it is your last...on THIS planet. I like that motto. Can I adopt it?? NO YOU CANNOT!! It's copyrighted. And I have another one...it has to do with a certain...someones...chest. Von, if you say one thing about boost bars I will throw up.

So there you go, you now know the random girl whose profile you accidentally stumbled upon. Hope you liked getting to know me, and I leave you with this little thought that I thought up during Maths (the best thing to do in Maths in anything but Maths):

Reality is an ice cream sundae left out in the sun to melt and covered with flies. Randomness, sarcasm and alcohol is the perfectly preserved cherry on top.

Right, well. I've just read through that and decided that it's a) boring (it's actually not boring anymore as it has been heavily modified by both myself and Von and is now just freakily random) and b) doesn't really give you a great indication of me and my awesome freakishness. So, in order for anyone who wants to read this to get a better idea of how much I need to be admitted to an insane asylum, I'm just going to ramble pointlessly.

Why??

Cause I've got nothing better to do and am extremely bored.

Okay. I recently got back from my big trip to the middle of nowhere. Don't ask why anyone would want to go to the middle of nowhere, as I have got no idea. I was dragged along and bribed with a laptop and the promise of Doctor Who Season 4 box set. (Which I never got. EVER.)

Still, despite the laptop and the promise of Doctor Who, this latest holiday wasn't the best. In fact it's vying for the worst one ever, and in serious competition with the yearly trip to Hervey Bay that my Dad drags me on. That trip is horrible as we go with our 'family friends' and he expects me to be best friends with all the girls, even though we haven't been friends since we were 5, see each other once a year, have absolutely nothing in common and as a rule hate each other. Still, at the very least there are beaches and proper beds in Hervey Bay, something which CANNOT be said for the Red Centre.

Basically, we camped the entire time. And although Captain Jack did once say 'Human beings are the only race in the universe who goes camping. Celebrate your own uniqueness.' I don't think he quite meant camping in a tiny tent in minus temperatures with an inflatable matress which got an air leak after the second night...No. No I will not celebrate my uniqueness...why couldn't I just have 1200 arms or something?

Hence, the holiday was crap. Yes, there are some amazing things in central Australia. The Olga's were simply fantastic, as was Uluru, Kings Canyon and the Painted Desert. However these things were few and far between, and - for the most part - the Red Centre seems to be full of dust, dangerous stuff and spinifex.

Also, what people fail to understand about the dangerous animals in central Aus is that they're idiotic. Moronic. Generally stupid. And there's alot of them. Kangaroos have this annoying habbit of jumping right out in front of your car without giving the slightest warning. And this isn't helped by the number of Kangaroos in Australia. For all you people from different countries, you may believe that Roo'sare kind of "mystical creatures" as both Danny Bhoy and a friend of mine from England both said. This is not true. There are 22 million people in Australia. There are 47 million kangaroos in Australia. THERE ARE MORE ROO'S IN THIS COUNTRY THEN THERE ARE PEOPLE!! This, I find extremely depressing.

And roo's are not the only completely idiotic animals out there. My brother has in the past had an Emu run straight into the side of his car. He didn't hit it, it quite literally hit him. Emu's are far from the smartest things in the world and are quite big, so they can do alot of damage. Still, I'd rather be locked in a cage with an Emu than it's 'cousin' the Cassowary. If you don't know what a Cassowary is, look it up, as most people are under the impression that Emu's and Ostriches are the only birds of their kind in the world.

Wow, I've gotten really obsessed with animals. And I can't stop ranting about the Red Centre. Heh heh heh. Oh well, I'm home now. I have however become deaf since my return to school in which 'Chipmunk-Queen' and 'Chezza-Girl-92' both screamed their heads off at me and tackled me. The fact that I was missed is great (especially for my ego) but the tackling and the screaming wasn't so fun. At all. Oh well.

But it's alright. I survive. I need to survive otherwise I think Australia might be nuked by a pissed off Baboon-Man. He's not that happy that it's taking us so long to get our next installment of the Cures series up. Sorry about that. We're working on it. We're also thinking about starting a new series called 'Getting to Barcelona' but that could take us a while cause we're all very busy at the moment. But we'll do our best. Which isn't going to be great. Should also mention that DWF, being the fantastic, amazing wonderful, brilliant writer that she is has written ALL of what we've done of cures 3 so far...Which, in reality, isn't that much. XD.

And now, for the final note before I head off to school I just HAVE to say that:

I.

Hate.

Spinifex.

Right, well. My 'best friend' DWF...(YAY AGAIN FOR ME!!) has gotten into my bio (she knows my password) and added and changed all this stuff. Damn her. If she wasn't my best friend, and a constant source of entertainment, I'd be seriously pissed off. But I'm not. lol. Anyway, the stuff that she changed is written in italics. So that you can see who is me and who is not.

But that works both ways. DWF was to lazy to create her own account, so I had to create one for her and I consequently know her password and have proceeded to type up random shiz (I don't know if you're allowed to swear on bio's) on her bio. MWAHAHAHAHA!!

Mostly because I had nothing better to do. Mwahaha. Boredom is a very interesting thing and can drive people to do insane things. Like ask the guy at Subway if he can make me a sub with all the fillings from the coldrock icecreamery . . .

And "borrow" a microwave from the music block at school, just so that you can attempt to blow it up later . . . (we never got to do this. My friend - Mickey - left it out in his backyard and it got rained on. And then, when he was going to blow it up, he figured out that his mum had thrown it out. lol. 'Tis a shame. We were going to have a LOT of fun with that microwave. -grins evilly-)

And go into a supermarket dressed as Torchwood operatives and demand to see their surveillance footage on the pretense that there was a hostile Alien threat taking the shape of a small, innocent looking girl . . .fun times, fun times, see we have these fantastic 'Torchwood' style trench coats...

As you can tell, we have a tendancy to do extremely stupid things when we're bored. But hey, we never stop having fun.

. . . then again . . . we also never stop getting ourselves in trouble . . . or causing ourselves physical injury . . . like that time I ran that quad bike throught that electric fence and almost decapitated myself . . . or when sazza did that 'drinking up-side-down experiment and almost threw up all over her rumpus room floor . . . or that time when DWF set her own carpet on fire . . . or when Chipmunk-Queen hit me over the head with my mace (Yes, I own a mace. Don't ask where I got it, or how I ended up getting hit over the head with it. Things like that just happen with us).

Now that I think about it . . . this boredom thing has caused us quite a few problems . . . . we really need to find safer ways of amusing ourselves. lol.

Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh..TUMBLE DRIER OF DOOM!!

What the hell?? . . . . . I don't know that story . . . I don't know if I WANT to know that story . . . .

I fell into the tumble drier. . .well. . .when I say fell. . .I more sorta. . .climbed into the tumble drier. . .and. . .shut. . .the door. . .but I got out within 20 seconds. . .so I'm still alive. I'm not Owen Harper, and I'm not Captain Jack. (Shame, means the Doctor shan't be taking me through time and space. Ever. awwww.)

Okay. As you can tell both myself and DWF have started to use our bio pages as blogs. Which we just fill with random stuff. Also, as you can probably tell, we are at war.

Yes. WAR OF THE BIO'S!! However, to make this fair, we have devised three simple rules:

1 No swearing. We're not allowed to swear on our bio's, so swearing on each others bio's and getting us into trouble from the ff.net "police" isn't going to be fun.

2 No deleting. Neither I nor DWF can delete anything I or DWF have written on either my own or her bio.

3 Everything must be based on the truth OR be specifically designed to annoy the other person. For Example: I can go into her bio and say that this guy she hates and thinks is quite hideous is her boyfriend. Because that'll annoy her, and it has something truthful in it, as the person actually exists (DWF however HATES him). However, if I was to go onto her account and say that she has met Billie Piper and punched her in the face, I would be breaking the rules, and would be shunned . . . plus I'm sure I would be punished in some way or other. Because this is not true at all. It's just plain stupid . . . however . . . knowing DWF and her track record . . .

lol.

Anyway, those are our rules. So far, we have no punishment for breaking the rules. However, if anyone comes up with something (assuming that people other than our friends - who we tell to read this stuff - are actually reading this) please PM us or send us an email. Cause we may be cruel minded (as anyone who has read the "Cures" Series will know) but even we need some fresh idea's sometimes.

Toodles.

wiltingflowersandpinkribbons.

P.S. Did I really just say toodles?? - shudders -

I wanted to give you all an indication of the kind of people that I regularly hang out with. So I went through my emails and got some random quotes from some of my mates. Unfortunately, this'll take me forever and a half to post as there are around eight pages of quotes and I havn't actually gone through all my emails yet. Still, here are some. Enjoy.

I have visions of Zac Efron being turned into a red pancake by Megatrons fist, Jazz doing the robot and Arnold Shwartza-something lipsynching to Justin Timberlake.

- Aaron.

PLZ CALL ME!! I AM GOING INSANE, I DID THE TIME WARP 12 TIMES AT 7:30 THIS MORNING!!

- Siobhan (aka DWF or Von).

You may wonder why this is all in bold, well it's because I'm actually screaming at you from the other side of the globe, can you hear me??

-Katie.

If you’re mickey anyone who doesnt own a guitar and play it pantless doesn’t have a life. I so have a life.

- Fidgette.

Hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.

Right, well. It's me. As in Meg. Not Von. Because Von is not me. I think. I don't know, I'm slightly braindead at the moment. XD.

Okay, so, it IS definitely me. Meg. I haven't updating in ages because I've been busy with school. So many exams!! NOOOOO!! So, I decided to put up a short entry on my bio/blog/thing. Because I felt like it. Firstly, I need to talk to everyone about something very important . . . conspiracy theories.

The fact of the matter is, that I have recently encountered quite a few conspiracy theories. Some of them are complete bull. Others . . . others could have some factual basis. Here's three that I would like to draw your attention to.

Conspiracy Theory 1 - JFK:

Now, a friend of mine is under the impression that JFK was killed by Dancing Polish Banana's. She is constantly arguing with us about just how legitimate this theory is.

Classification: Complete and total bull, utter rubbish and just generally stupid.

Conspiracy Theory 2 - Tea Towels in my friend's house:

My friend Fidgette (you can see a quote from her above) once sent me an email complaining about how all the tea towels in her house are planning a revolution. She said something along the lines of

'They're never where I need them to be when I want them, and then, I tend to find them all grouped together in the laundry, conspiring in their secret language of the linen!!'

Apparently her curtains are in on it too, however they're not nearly as much of a threat as the tea towels, after all

'they're nothing to be afraid of. Who could take curtains with sea shells on them seriously?'

So, the linen in Fidgette's house are gathering together and planning a revolution against her. At least, according to her conspiracy theory that is. So just how realistic is this theory?

Classification: Nonsense. Fidgette was suffering from a temporary case of verbal diarrheoa, and was just writing random stuff that just popped into her head.

Conspiracy Theory 3 - The Compasses:

Okay so, because I hate maths (HATE HATE HATE) I do the dumb maths. XD. And we're currently working on bearings and all that. So we've got these compasses, and we're sitting in class just mucking around with them. I was sitting with one of my friends, Matt, and we noticed that our compass was playing up. If we had it in one position it would say North was in the general direction of K block. However, the moment we moved, it said that north was in the direction of the computers behind us, which it had said was around about a south-west direction just a moment before. So, of course we called the teacher (who shall be known only as Mr. P) over. This was how it went:

Mr. P: What's the problem.

Meg: Our compass is hormonal.

Matt: It's got PMS.

Meg: Yeah, and it just got knocked up by the gluestick.

Mr. P: Riight.

Matt: No seriously sir, it can't decide which way is North!

Meg: I'll show you.

-Meg puts the compass down on the desk and it shows that North is in the general direction of K Block. She then gets up, walks away with the compass for a few metres, holds it flat in her palm . . . and it shows that North is still in the general direction of K Block-

Meg: It wasn't working before!

Mr. P: Funny how that happens isn't it? . . .Mr. P is going out with my english teacher. . .not Mr. G. Miss O. . .who WAS my english teacher before Mr. G. (dun dun. "She's a naughty girl with a bad habit. A bad habit for drugs!" . . .not my old english teacher. . .it's a song from summer heights high sung by Mr. G. . .but not my teacher Mr. G . . .a different one. . .)

So anyway, I was complaining to this about another friend Lewiss, who came up with the ultimate solution to the problem:

'Maybe all the compasses are attracted to Mr. P in one big hormonal Compass Conspiracy.'

. . . and I agree with him. Hence, the Compass Conspiracy.

Classification: Totally realistic and quite possibly true.

So there's a few conspiracy theories for you. Hope you enjoyed them.

XD.

Oh no. I'm listening to "Goodbyes" and "Death of Toshiko" off the Torchwood Sound Track right now . . . and I can't stop crying. It's so moving and just . . . beautiful. Truly spectacular. Murray Gold is a genius. You have to love that man. You really do. So to Mr. Murray Gold, you just have to know, I love you. You're a genius. A true genius. . .AND BEN FOSTER!! AND DO YOU KNOW HOW AWFUL AT SPELLING YOU ARE?? YES!! I KNOW!! YOU KEEP ON TELLING ME!! IF YOU HATE MY SPELLING SO MUCH THEN GO THROUGH THIS THING AND FIX IT YOURSELF!!

Okay everyone, we're really sorry. REALLY SORRY. SOOOOOOOOO SORRY.

We know it's been ages since we updates Cures. BUT, we have some good news. We're on holidays now, and so have time to work on it. In fact, I was up until 2 am last night working on #3. We've only got a little bit more to go, and that bit has already been fully planned out. So, provided that the other two actually like what I wrote last night, I should be out within the next week and a half. If they don't like it, then I promise to have it up by the 13th of October. Even if I have to stay up night after night to write it. Again - we're really sorry. You'll get a full list of excuses in the authors note for Colds when we post it.

Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.

It's up!! Addictions is up!! CELEBRATE!! We're really REALLY sorry about the wait . . . . .

And that's all I have to say. So, because of my lack of things to tell all the people who will honestly not even read this thing (it's 14 pages of complete and utter rubbish. Why would you read it?!), I am simply going to depart and get to work on planting a shrub in a giant chemical bottle. If I'm lucky, it'll grow tenticles. If I'm unlucky, it'll die.

Let's hope for the first option shall we??

HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Right, I'm nored . . . no wait . . . bored. THat's the one. I'm bored, so I'm updating this hunk of junk. I figured that all of you immaginary readers (because honestly, who would actually read this much nonsense??) would absoloutly love to hear about my morbid fascination with my own death/funeral.

Don't ask. Anyway, I've actually constructed an entire "Smite List" (a list of things that people will get smited for if they do them at my funeral) but I can't be bothered putting it up here. Instead, I'm just going to put up the plan that Von and I came up with for out headstones. Mine will simply say:

"Well - it seemed like a good idea at the time."

And hers:

"I swear - this isn't as bad as it looks."

so there's a random thought for you. If you ever see those headstones next to one another . . . well . . . . that basically garentees that the next story by the Tripod (a reviewer named myself, Von and Sazza the Tripod - how awesome is that?!) wont be going up. lol.

Okay, so, it's 3 am. And I'm bored. And I can't sleep. However, I've discovered that you always tend to find out the most amazing things at 3 am. Like the other day, I was bored and going through old family photos, and I found out that on our last summer holiday, my mum and my stepdad took more pictures of the car than they did of me. How amazing is that?! And then, last night, I was going through my old ornaments, and I found out that I actually own a glass seal which has a BEAUTY SPOT. Which I thought was rather odd, but then again, I wasn't thinking that straight. I still can't figure out why I was cleaning my old ornaments at 3 am. and tonight, (or rather - this morning) I've discovered that there is exactly 29.40 in the piggybank that I havn't touched since I was eight. And it's made up entirely of 20c, 10c and 5c. How amazing is that?? Just . . . thought that you'd like to know. XD!!