Superhero Status

That is my goal, right there. I recently started Thai Kickboxing (also known as Muay Thai). I tend to get really excited about something when it's new, and then sort of lose interest after a while (typical). I'm hoping that doesn't end up being the case here. I went to two classes before actually signing up, and then went to two classes this past week. I already plan on going to the ass kicking 2 hour special open house this coming Sunday. The reason for starting these classes was to improve my chances of surviving the Zombie Apocalypse. I'm not even fibbing. Really. Exercising for the sake of being skinny doesn't seem to work on me, as I'm pretty happy with being chubby. Exercising so that I can outrun some zombies is much more motivating. I really enjoyed Zumba, but I was never sore after it. After my first kickboxing class I couldn't walk right for two days (and that's not because I didn't stretch). There's something about feeling like you've been hit by a truck that makes me really want to go back and do more crazy push ups, drills and combos. Working through my nausea makes me proud of myself! Maybe it's weird, but I actually want to have muscles that glisten with sweat and shine in the sun like romance novels would lead you to believe. Screw being dainty, I want to be a super hero.

The moral of this story is that everyone should try this, because for all of the sweat and the pain and the nausea you feel fantastic afterwards.


UPDATE: (as of january 16th 2012) I have now moved up a belt rank and am sparring! Not really at super hero status yet, but I feel like a million bucks.

Something Zazzy.

"Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear." - Oscar Wilde

I re-read an old post from the 50 day challenge in which I address my reflection. I think that if I had read that quote before writing my note to myself, I probably would have spent less time telling myself how great I am and more time telling myself that it really doesn't matter what people think (because they don't have to like what they see).

My new years resolution for this year wasn't to lose weight, quit smoking, find a boyfriend, go back to school or to eat healthier (although I did quit smoking). It was to be fabulous every day of the year. When the ball fell and I cheered with the rest of the people in the bar, I vowed I would spend every day of the rest of the year (and my life) being fabulous in some capacity. The wonderful part about this is that I make the rules for this resolution. Only I can determine if I am fabulous, and I fucking am. Every day. Too much time has been spent wishing I was 10, or 20, or 30 pounds lighter. Years of nit picking in the mirror over what my outfit and hair says about who I am and what I like resulted in nothing but self loathing and an entire wardrobe full of nothing but band and threadless t-shirts.  Shying away from the Goodwill because they "wouldn't have what I like" is probably one of my greatest regrets; the Goodwill is a magical land of neglected textile treasures. Whatever. What I'm trying to say is everyone should all join me on the crazy train to self-help-book-title land. The name of my compartment is "Love yourself, bitches". That's the point. Some people might interpret this post/my point of view as narcissistic. Johnathan Swift would say that "vanity is a mark of humility rather than pride" But Johnathan Swift was a satirist. Be proud of who you are and be vain if it makes you happy. I know that picking out my outfit and doing my makeup makes me happy.

Oh, and everyone should try shaving their head. It's liberating.
<3
Me

p.s: power animal? Honey badger.

Not cut out for online dating sites.

As most of the people who read this blog know, I had a profile on OkCupid. Yes, you heard me right, HAD. I just disabled it. Perhaps some time down the road I will enable it again and see what awaits me there but for now I've come to the conclusion I need to spend time with the people I have in my life now rather than bringing more people in.

The reason I joined OkC was to make new friends/maybe find a boyfriend/to work on being a professional creep. I also joined because a few of my friends had profiles and it seemed they were having a good time. So, with Griswoldian imaginings of what OkC would be like, I made a profile.

Rather than go into a detailed timeline of my short experience, I'll sum it up with the trite "it was alright". I made some promising connections with people who I found interesting. I even exchanged thesis papers with someone. But I had my share of people who didn't take the time to read my profile, who only looked at my pictures and then sent me poorly veiled requests to video chat. So it was a mix of great and not so great. I never went on any dates with any of these people. At the time it seemed like scheduling conflicts or forgetfulness, but I've decided things didn't work out because subconsciously I didn't want them to. When Irene knocked out the power (and internet for those of us without smart phones) for 5 days...I was happy without the internet. I was enjoying my time with my family and focused on work. Life was simpler without the added burden of responding to numerous messages and the pressure of thinking of interesting things to say. Not to mention all of the things I projected onto these poor people. I assumed that I would hurt someone's feelings if I didn't respond to their message. Then I felt bad if I wasn't super nice to someone (that doesn't mean I was always nice) and THEN I felt bad if I didn't continue the "conversation". All that bullshit just kept piling up until I was blissfully free for those 5 days. I came to the conclusion it was time to get rid of it.

Originally this was supposed to be an interesting post full of wit and humor and whatnot. But now I've forgotten the punch line. Perhaps the joke is that I wasn't even cut out for a dating site.
<3
MeggyB

Looking for love at Subway

It occurred me in last night in a flash of intuition that looking for my ideal match is kind of like ordering a sandwich at Subway. Before anyone gets all offended because I am comparing the male sex to sandwiches, remember that I am female and thus an expert on sandwich artistry and so it should be unsurprising that I am using my superior sandwich knowledge to understand something I know nothing about (dating).

In a brief facebook comment conversation, a pal and I decided that it would be so much easier if people just wore t-shirts that had what they were looking for written on it. My t-shirt would be really long or the print would be very small. I acknowledge that I have completely ridiculous expectations in regards to the male sex (cripplingly attractive AND intelligent AND fashionable AND nice AND not arrogant). You can blame this on Jane Austen novels, too much fanfiction, and Severus Snape.

But back to my original epiphany; looking for your match is like making a sandwich.

I like to think of the bread as being the very basic foundation of what you're looking for, like gender, sexual preference and relationship status (Straight Single Male would be my bread of choice). The meat is really important, all sexual innuendos aside, because I think of that as the personality type of my match. I'm going to use the Jung Typology personality types because I'm the commander of this steamship. So for me, I'm an ENTJ (Extroverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging) and I get along well with other ENTJs, so I would think dating an ENTJ would be great, or really any E_T_ types. Cheese to me is kind of self explanatory, because cheese totally has personality. You don't want boring american cheese (unless you like boring), my cheese would have to be pepper jack; because pepper jack is sassy. But you could also get stinky crazy cheese if you're really into foreign boys. Cheese is an integral part of any sandwich, so really the cheese part of anyone's match would be something they place incredible importance on. My cheese would be Intelligence Cheese. All the toppings that you can pick from at Subway were really the guiding light of this analogy. There are so many things that people find attractive that they want on their sandwich. But then there are unattractive things that would be deal breakers. For instance, I don't like onions on my sandwich, so for me onions would be a man who looks like he's from the cast of Jersey Shore...or a serial killer. I would be instantly turned off if I found onions in my sandwich, just like I would be if I saw my date wearing a Tapout t-shirt with a fake tan and big guido hair (or if they looked like a serial killer). But you can have toppings you really like. I really love banana peppers, so I would want someone who has that banana pepper characteristic (kindness? likes dancing? whatever you feel like assigning to it).

I spent a lot of time at work today wondering what my ideal sandwich would be. If I could go somewhere and order a man like a sandwich, what would I say? "Hi! I'd like a Single Straight Male, ENTJ, Intelligent, kind and funny. Must like coffee, video games, reading, socialism/feminism, and dancing. No serial killers or members of Jersey Shore. Must have good grammar." But that's the ham and cheese sandwich version of my ideal match. If I actually made a sandwich representing my ideal match it would be more like one of the giant chocolate ice cream and pickle sandwiches that Shaggy and Scooby eat.

My analogy has fallen apart, but you get the idea. I can hardly say I'm jaded about dating, as I've only ever been on a few dates. I am stupidly monogamous; meaning that I can't even think about going on a date with one person on Monday and then on another date with someone else on Tuesday without assuming I'm hurting someone's feelings. Being on an online dating website is kind of like being at a subway buffet, so that's kind of fun. I just wish I could find my Shaggy and Scooby sandwich.

I think I'm just going to end this by saying that if anyone's looking for an Italiam BMT...well...I'm right here :)

<3

MeggyB

ps: If anyone feels like commenting with their ideal sandwich...please do! I think it would be fun :)

psx2: I somehow forgot the most important part of this whole thing. Not only do you want to find your ideal sandwich...you want to be their ideal sandwich too :3

Rural Hipster

It was with great excitement that I woke up at the rather early hour of 5:45 on this Thursday past. I was to adventure with my beloved sister into Town, and take in an exhibit, the sights, and whatever fare we desired. The drive to New Haven was pleasant, as the roads were dry and well maintained. Upon arrival at the railroad station, Mrs. Winslow and I got our tickets from a rather surly gentleman, and boarded our train. Our sense of timing was most apt, for as we were taking our seats, several large parties boarded the train as well. The two hour ride was quite pleasant for my first train experience, and was filled with many opportunities to observe those around me.

Upon arrival in New York City, my excitement grew threefold. Here I was, in a place so full of people and life! As someone who enjoys being surrounded by people, noise, and bustle, this seemed a perfect place for me. Mrs. Winslow was kind enough to point out the beauty of the ceiling of Grand Central Station, which led me to forget my place and stare open mouthed at the signs of the zodiac painted on the ceiling. After convincing all around me that I was indeed from the country, Mrs. Winslow and I found our way out of the building. As we exited we happened upon a man who smiled and offered to assist us. He was dressed like an employee of Grand Central Station, so we graciously accepted his offer to point us in the correct direction towards the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Setting off in the direction pointed, Mrs. Winslow and I took in the sights and sounds of the city for several blocks, until it was clear that we had been had. We consulted the map we had gotten in the station, and came to the sorry conclusion that we had walked five blocks in the wrong direction and that the gentleman who had helped us had given us the wrong directions. We got ourselves some refreshment and determined the proper route towards the Met. As we were discussing this, a gentlewoman in front of us offered her help, but was taken by surprise by our insistence upon walking. She assured us that the Met 'wasn't worth it'. It, I suppose, is the trouble we took to walk there. We managed to find the proper route, after another five or so blocks of walking, only to realize we had circled the station! Imagine our surprise when we crossed a street only to see the back side of the station! But we persevered and with the aid of strawberry popsicles, we arrived at the Met.

Upon arriving at our destination, we were quite famished. Mrs. Winslow and I planned first to find sustenance and then enjoy the exhibit we had come expressly to see. However, upon entering the museum it was clear we were not the only ones excited to see Savage Beauty. Although it would have been wiser to eat first, we made our way to the exhibit to join the many others in line. It was a peculiar experience walking along the line to reach the end. As I walked, I could feel many eyes on my person, taking in and analyzing my dress. I was doing the very same, all while resenting their actions that so mirrored my own. Truly, it was an uncomfortable experience, for as I looked it was clear that I was certainly not as fabulously dressed as these other visitors. As Miss Dashwood and Maryann experience in Sense and Sensibility at the looks of Miss Grey, so too did I feel quite out of place here in my "country fashions". The weather forbade any of my more interesting outfits, and sense kept my shoes flat and comfortable. But I am getting away from the point.

Upon entering the Savage Beauty exhibit, Mrs. Winslow and I were transported into a fantasy land in which all is fabulous. There was no photography allowed, most likely to keep the flow of the rooms moving. I could have stayed there for the day, absorbing every detail and committing it to memory. Hunger was forgotten in the overwhelming experience of seeing masterpieces of fashion so close I could touch them, had I the inclination to do so. The exhibit itself flowed in a stylistic manner, rather than a chronological one. If my meaning is vague, I will specify. The very first room housed his most simple items from various collections throughout Mr. McQueen's career. Each room also had its own sound and temperature. Truly, all senses were stimulated and the imagination engaged with each item. The most remarkable piece of technology was implemented as well. In the middle of the exhibit, housed against the side of the wall in a black cage and displayed as to seem trivial, was a hologram display. I am quite sure it was a hologram, but I cannot be entirely sure. The image was as nothing I had ever seen, for there was a pyramid of glass, and in a cylinder in the middle of this pyramid was the image of a woman in one of Mr. McQueen's dresses, and she was twirling about so that the flow of the fabric of the dress could be displayed. But it was this image alone, there was no background. There was a look of transparency to the image itself that reminded me strongly of Zordon.

As moving as the exhibit was, hunger overtook Mrs. Winslow and myself and we exited to find the cafe and wine bar. After a few missteps and some lallygagging we managed to locate the cafe. The wait for a table was short, but the menu was quite limited. Assuming that the item I ordered was a pasta dish, I originally contested what the waiter brought once we had ordered. I did not realize that "fritatta" was not a kind of sauce that went over a pasta dish. Mrs. Winslow insists that I was quite surprised when my plate was placed before me containing what looked to me like a piece of quiche, when I was expecting a bowl of pasta! I had once again demonstrated my lack of worldly culture. Happily, the couple seated to our left was quite a handful for our waiter and my faux pas was overlooked. Once my beloved sister and I had finished, we went to explore the Egyptian exhibit until my cousin, Miss Gauthier, joined us at 4. When in the Egyptian exhibit, I happened upon a darling blue hippo, and was quite smitten with him. Mrs. Winslow and I ventured into the gift shop and much to our surprise discovered that the Blue Hippo was popular enough to be made into a back pack.

Upon quitting the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Mrs. Winslow and I met with Miss Gauthier and made our way to find a tavern. After some indecision, we found a lovely spot named Cilantro which had the most delightful calamari I have ever had the pleasure of eating. Visiting with Miss Gauthier was quite enjoyable, and it was a shame when our time had run short, as she had a previous engagement. Miss Gauthier led Mrs. Winslow and myself to the subway station and my first experience with the New York Subway was quick and enjoyable. Upon our arrival at Columbus Circle, the rain that had been threatening for several hours finally fell. Miss Gauthier bid us adieu and made her way to her next appointment. Mrs. Winslow and I, quite at our leisure, entered the Time Warner mall to wait out what we hoped would be the worst of the storm. A desire to shop at the local H&M and the impatience of youth led us back out into the open air, and we chose to walk the five or so blocks to our goal. The rain held until we got to the store, which was most lucky for us. The store was lovely and the displays were compelling, but being voluptuous in size and shape, it was proved impossible to find anything to try on, let alone purchase. Disheartened, Mrs. Winslow and I exited onto the street, only to be caught unawares in a downpour. Determined to enjoy the rest of the day, we soldiered on, walking back to Grand Central Station.

Once in the dry safety of the train station, Mrs. Winslow and I celebrated our day with cheesecake. Once done, we boarded the train and set off back to New Haven and eventually Mystic. The small pauses in conversation allowed for introspection, and I came to the conclusion that New York City, although exciting in all its diversity and activity, is not the place for me. Mrs. Winslow, Miss Gauthier and I spoke of another visit in the fall, which would be most agreeable to me, but I find it difficult to imagine myself residing there for any period of time. In a place so full of people, it seems particularly void of manners and a feeling of pleasure in life. Perhaps that is due to the lack of trees.

<3
MeggyB

p.s: I hope this isn't a tl;dr type post. I had a fun time writing in a sort of Jane Austen style, although obviously the language and style isn't quite right. I hope it's at least fun for whoever reads it :)

Raaaageeee

Okay,
So tonight was a big TV night for me after a long day of relaxing. As part of my TV night, I decided to watch The Real World Las Vegas. I thought it would be all chuckles, but I can't say I've found it funny at all, mostly because of the blatant hypocrisy and judgement that exists amongst the house members.

One of the characters, Dustin, participated in some softcore gay porn. He kept this a secret from the other members of the house. Somehow it got out and the members of the house found out and instead of being compassionate individuals they choose to tell him that what he did is disgusting and that they wish he would leave. The house members claim they don't want him there because he'd been lying to all of the room mates, and especially to the girl he was hooking up with. What they're actually saying is "you're gay and we don't want you here because you make use uncomfortable". Watching that episode made me so angry. This man's business was shared with everyone and the girl he was seeing decided that she can't be with him because "I can't be with a guy who I know has been kissed another guy". Excuse me, what? Dustin explained to his roomies that he was in a very vulnerable place after high school which was when he was approached to live in a house with other dudes and just be naked a bunch. Eventually he moved into more homoerotic situations. Okay, so what?

So fast forward to the next episode, where Heather (the girl dustin was hooking up with) ends up making out with/having sexytimes with a female room mate, Nany. All of the housemembers saw what was happening and all they could say was "THIS IS SO HOT OH MY GOD" and yet the idea of Dustin with a man disgusted them. I personally am disgusted by the hypocrisy and sexism. Somehow this is all supposed to be glamorous and desirable. How could I find this group of people redeeming in any way? Chicks making out with one another is totally acceptable and it's just them being drunk and horny and in no way means they are lesbians, yet a man who has a JOB doing some soft core homoerotic porn MUST BE GAY. Even though he had very few options and chose the least of all evils. What the fuck. Seriously. I wish I could go on the Real World and shake this shit up.

Oh! and happy Rapture! :3
<3
MeggyB

Just In Case

So according to a very reliable news source (facebook and phil) the world is ending on saturday. I, for one, think this is a lot of nonsense and rather than do what some survivalists will do, I'm going to mock the coming apocalypse instead of build a bomb shelter and stockpile water. Which, by the way, won't help if the Rapture (which is supposedly what's going to happen) occurs since I'm pretty sure everyone just up and dies and the souls either go to heaven or hell or whatever. Right? Let me consult my handy dandy bible...*opens side table draw*

You know, there should really be an index in the back so you can just look for "rapture" and then find the page number...I think I will write King James a letter suggesting just that.
I cheated and googled the rapture and found the passage. I'm gonna type it out here...1 Thessalonians "The Hope of the Resurrection"..."And now, dear brothers and sisters, we want you to know what will happen to the believers who have died so you will not grieve like people who have no hope. For since we believe that jesus died and was raised to life again, we also believe that when Jesus returns, God will bring back with him the believers who haev died. We tell you this directly from the Lord. We who are still living when the Lord returns will not meet him ahead of those who have died For the Lord himself will come down from heaven with a commanding shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trumpet call of God. First, the Christians who have died will rise from their graves Then, together with them, we who are still alive and remain on the earth will be caught up in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. Then we will be with the Lord forever. So encourage each other with these words"

So what I got from that is "First, Zombies, then party in the sky". Awesome. They better have harry potter and honey barbeque chicken super melts in the sky, otherwise I'm going to hell because you KNOW they have that shit there.

Anyway, I've decided to compile a short list of things I will be doing on saturday should the world end at midnight that night.
1) Drink heavily with available family members/friends. (this means I might drunk text some people to say we should meet up when we're in the sky. if you get one of these texts, I apologize in advance)
2) I believe I will be spending most of the day with Amanda, so I will make it a personal goal to be the most fabulous I've ever been. I have to look really good if I'm going to meet some important people
3) Leave room in this post for a "HA. I told you so!" type comment when this shit doesn't happen.
4) Tweet like everyone else will be
5) Eat some pizza, or maybe go to friendlys and eat just ice cream the WHOLE DAY
6) Not exercise
7) Smoke. A lot. You KNOW there are no cigarettes in heaven. (I'm banking on all that good karma I've racked up to get me in instead of, you know, actual belief)

that's all I can come up with. I think this is an excellent plan. I will be prepared to feel like absolute shit on sunday when I go fishing :)

<3
MeggyB

ps: I'm a little sorry if I've offended anyone who is religious. I hope you can forgive that I don't subscribe to this particular set of beliefs.

Party Train!

I had a dream last night in which I had a tiny black and white dragon as a pet. his name was Oscar and he clung to my chest with his little dragon claws and took naps there. I was really sad when I woke up and knew that Oscar was not real. A lot of other things were going on in the dream, but most of my focus was on making sure I didn't lose Oscar while I was jumping from log to log in a forest. Apparently there was a high school reunion going on as well because a lot of the people in my dream are people who I graduated with and whose facebook stuff I see on a relatively regular basis. I really wish Oscar was a real pet, because as much as I love cuddling with scoobert, he doesn't return all that love and affection that I give him.

I think I will add "wishing your inanimate stuffed animal/pillow would hug you back" to my list of things that I shouldn't admit to. Good thing only 3 or 4 people read this!

Part of the reason I feel this way is because, once again, I've got a job that makes it difficult to see my family and friends. We don't sit around hugging one another and talking about our feelings or anything, but the company of people I love and trust is beneficial to my sanity. I'm an ENTJ, for those of you who know what that is. I need social interaction with people I enjoy interacting with. As much as I like a handful of the people I work with, it is difficult to carry on a conversation with any of them when you can't even see them due to the cubicle situation.

When I'm at work I'm thinking about 3 possible things. The first is "should I say something?" which applies when there is some kind of conversation going on. Most of the time I opt to either chuckle and contribute a sentence or two, or to remain silent. These responses depend heavily on who is having the conversation. I am a threat at my new work place because I learn quickly and am willing to do the mindless monkey work that no one wants to do. There is a group of people who like this about me and who want to teach me more advanced things, and then there is the group that feels threatened by my being there and who probably talk a lot of shit about me when I'm not there and who pretend to like me when I'm there. If group a is speaking, I contribute. if group b is around/are the only ones speaking I say nothing. I cannot trust that what I say will be kept in context at a later date. MIND GAMES AND INTRIGUE. I don't like it. 2) The second thing I think about is "i wonder what everyone else is doing" which is often followed by 3) "what will I do on my day off?" which takes up a lot of time because I can daydream.

All of this internal monologue is great, if you're into 8+ hours of talking mostly to yourself. I' m getting really tired of talking to myself, because I tend to have the same responses all the time. I think I'm going to have to get some audiobooks or something so I won't have so much time to think about all the mundane details of what I'm wearing tomorrow, when I'm getting up, when I'm getting a haircut and other nonsense.

I did have a lovely time on my days off this past friday and yesterday, though. Friday I got to see my friends Bonnie and Sam. They recently got married, and I hadn't seen them in months, so I was most excited to get to see them. They've redone their apartment so it looks a lot more like a multi-room apartment rather than the studio apartment that it actually is. Once I was done visiting those two loverly ladies I went and indulged in some shopping, and managed to get some great summer/spring clothes. So phase 1 of 10 for summer clothes shopping is complete, I suppose. I also got a dress from Torrid (i ordered it online) and it came to the house on saturday. It is adorable and I am excited to be able to wear it when it's sunny, since it's a strapless right above the knees number. (Kelly, it's navy blue with big white polka dots and large red and yellow flowers. it isn't nearly as hideous as i just made it sound). Yesterday, my GPS (Spongebob is my navigator and he sings songs to you while you drive. it's only a little annoying), managed to get me to Simsbury, although it was the scenic route. This is a vast improvement over the last attempt, which was catastrophic. I had a great time visiting Phil, especially since I finally saw Scott Pilgrim vs. The World. I'm torn over who I would want in my life more, Wallace or Kim. The drive home wasn't bad at all, and I had a good sing along with the B-52s and The Gap Band.

I'm going to go and read now. <3 (can you tell I got bored and figured you were too?)
MeggyB

p.s: Watch This and try not to shake your booty.

Finally!

;~; I had a wonderful idea for a blog post and when I decided it was time to write said blog post, blogger was having technical issues for...4 days?! Thank goodness I decided to just write the blog post in a word document so I wouldn't forget. I'm going to post what I wrote, but now I'm not so sure that everything I said was thought out fully...

Before you read this post, hop on over to this link here and skim the article. Or read it in full.

Today (5/12), I am going to politely disagree with some of this article. I saw it on a friend’s facebook and thought to myself, “cracked.com is funny most of the time…let’s read it!” As I read, I wondered if this was supposed to be funny, since I didn’t think it was that great. Since I read the article I’ve been thinking about one of the topics specifically, and will most likely devote the majority of this post disagreeing with that topic. I hope you’re ready for some flabbergasted word vomit! Do you have your beverage in hand and some sweet tunes to read by? (I would suggest this, it is soothing)

"We are more racist than we think” Sure, people are secretly more racist than they seem. But it’s hard NOT to be considered a racist. If I say “I’m not a racist” it sounds disingenuous. (note: I am really glad that I decided to re-read and edit because originally this said rapist not racist) Anything that I could possibly say to try to convince my audience that I like people who aren’t white sounds racist in itself. Why? Well, probably because I would use “us” and “them” or “they” instead of “us”. Confused? Here’s an example “I like black people, they shouldn’t be racially profiled by police officers”. Now, this is probably something I would say, and would feel bad for a) using the word black, because I’m afraid it’s offensive but at the same time think saying African American is bad too b) “they” since it implies “they” are separate (but equal! But not really, that was an awful piece of litigation/legislation…) So in reality, I like everybody and do my very best not to judge based on appearance but no matter how I say it, it seems like I’m being an asshole. Maybe I am hypersensitive and that in itself is racist. Eh, moving on.

“We think we are nicer than we are” I think this is definitely true. I know that I’m not as nice as I would like to be. All that smack talking and hobo ignoring that I do while drinking my $5 coffee and smoking my $8 cigarettes probably isn’t too nice to homeless people and people who can’t afford frappacinos. I guess it’s also mean to the people who I shit talk, butI doubt they’ll find out since mostly I rant at my sisters/friends/passersby about people at work and since people at work don’t know my sisters/friends I think I’m covered. ANYWAY, I think the point here is that people want to feel good about doing something nice, so they hype up this act of kindness. Remember the ARK (Act of Random Kindness. Thanks Morgan Freeman). I gave money to a homeless dude and spent the rest of my day patting myself on the back, and I’m sure I’m not the only one who feels some sense of accomplishment/happiness from doing something nice. Is it as significant in the grand scheme of things as I tell myself it is? Probably not, but to me it’s important and meaningful.

We have no idea how attractive we are (or aren’t)” Now this is the part where if I haven’t lost any readers already, you should buckle your seatbelts because the ranting is about to begin. This article claims that people think they are more attractive than they actually are (which is sometimes true) but then tries to argue this is a bad thing. I find self confidence very attractive, and do my best to be confident as well. Just because I don’t have flawless skin and a constant (and sexy) pout doesn’t mean I am not attractive, it just means that I am not an airbrushed makeup ad. But I do look in the mirror and go “damn look at how good I look! Everyone! Come see how good I look!”, and then when photos are taken I wonder what the fuck happened in between looking in the mirror and taking a picture. I actually really like the article’s use of “scientific studies” (cite your sources please, cracked.com) to explain that people trick themselves into thinking they’re more attractive than they are. So if that’s the case, doesn’t that mean that my perception of other people is altered as well? If I like someone for reasons besides their physical appearance, doesn’t that enhance their fleshy packaging? (that wasn’t meant to sound as naughty as it does but I will leave it). I guess I just fail to see how thinking that you are attractive is a bad thing. Sure, there are a lot of those myspace angle photos taken in bathroom mirrors with the girls making the duck face and wearing tank tops where their nipples are about to burst out, and that is probably a result of them thinking they are hot shit. But let them think they are hot, because it makes them happy. (the ultimate point of this post is to basically argue that if it makes you happy, then do it. Except being a racist which is sort of the outlier here).

We think our problems are the worst” I would actually like to switch gears from polite disagreement to agreement. Fuck those people who think that because their boyfriend of 1 week broke up with them that their world is ending and then post their angst on facebook. Or people who post on facebook about their problems in a cryptic way so as to get people to go “oh no, what happened?” and thus start the cycle of bitching and moaning. The “my problems are worse than yours” way of thinking isn’t surprising since people don’t often think “other people are experiencing worse things than me”. I can understand that someone would be upset that the person they really liked ended up not liking them back and how it would make them sad. The posting on facebook for all to see is the part I don’t get. I know that I whine. I do not whine on facebook. I do not complain about the ridiculous bureaucratic nonsense that I put up with, or the way that I am spoken to like I am an idiot, or the way that people who have something to say about what I’m doing tell someone else who then tells me. I don’t write “OH MY GOD WORK IS SO STUPID ARGH” and then sit back and wait for people to ask me why. I like all the happy and fun things people share on their pages, and if something really sad does happen and someone feels the need to share, I can appreciate that they want to reach out and not feel alone. But seriously. Stop and think before you post that cryptic status about feeling nauseous or posting shitty nickelback songs. I think I’m done ranting here…

"We think we have more free will than other people” I didn’t read this part because I was too busy thinking about the attractive part. Feel free to educate me on what it says :3

So there you have it, a numbered list style response to a cracked.com article that was probably meant to be funny but failed. I tried to be kind of funny as well, but I’m not sure it worked. I’m trying this new stream of consciousness style writing, which means most of those little parenthetical asides were thoughts that I had as I was typing the first thought.Oh! I forgot to basically make my closing statement before Judge Judy tells me I win. As much fun as this article might be because it is telling it like it is, I think it’s a real downer. There are a whole lot of people on this earth, so we have to be responsible for our own happiness. I can’t rely on my family/friends/pets/scoobert to make me happy, I have to make myself happy. If I want to feel attractive, I have to convince myself that that is the case, and if that means that I think I’m prettier than I am, then fine. That’s called healthy self-esteem. If giving a homeless person a frappacino makes my day, then that’s wonderful and I should be able to equate myself with Mother Theresa in my head if I want to. Stop raining on my parade, cracked.com!

The point that I want to make and that I’ve probably already made is that cracked.com sucks at writing articles about sort of serious topics and I suck at making a cohesive argument.

<3

MeggyB

p.s: comment with thoughts? Please? I’m excited to try this new “type whatever it is you’re thinking” style but I don’t want to keep at it if it's irritating/bad.

I'm looking forward to posting an entry about the past few days and all the wonderful stuff that's been going on since my last post :3

I get up in the morning, oftentimes around 10am and immediately count the hours until I have to be at work. Then I decide when I will shower, which most of the time is around 1 so that any kind of outdoor chores that I may need to do can be done. If there has been no mention of chores by my dad or mom, I go upstairs and get myself a bowl of honey nut cheerios, which I bring back downstairs so I can enjoy them while checking the 9 or 10 websites that I check daily which are QC, SMBC, Khaos comic, Garfield Minus Garfield (y u no update?), The Oatmeal, Poorly Dressed, The Superficial, Regretsy, Gmail, and Facebook. Sometimes I even go on tumblr but I tend to draw a blank when searching.

So right now it's 10:22 and I've been up since 9:41. So far I have checked my e-mail and those other sites, filled out my online time card for my job, checked my bank account and spent a good 15 minutes trying to figure out what one of the payments was, which ended up being my health insurance. I checked blogger to see if anyone had posted anything, which Kelly had so I read her post. So far, I feel like I've accomplished some things but at the same time I wonder why I didn't get out of bed and do something. You see, dear readers (if there are any of you), I am now so accustomed to getting up and going to work/doing chores that I cannot sit still for long. The internet is now officially boring. Yeah, I am disappointed too. I think I might have to go back to 4chan just to keep the spark alive.

Last night after work I went over to The Oasis (local hipster bar in New London) and got to visit with my sister, her husband, and two of her friends. I walked in and sat down next to Amanda and proceeded to get the look over from these two very gay men sitting to my left. They asked Mike who I was, and I was like "uh, hi, I'm megan..." and I shook each of their hands. They shook my hand like their hands were fish. I don't think I have many pet peeves, but a weak hand shake is one of them. So I find out they're visiting New London from California. I didn't get the story of why, but that's besides the point I guess. They decide that Amanda and I are so fashionable they must have a picture of us with them, and it turns into a large group picture with the rest of our compadres. Long story short, they get kicked out for some confusion over a shot and it was probably for the best because they were getting really riled up. It was a monday night and there were maybe 20 people in the bar so they were in the wrong place if they wanted to get too crazy. But as I was visiting with my beloved sibling and her husband, I was told they were coming over today to do some kind of gardening/something. So far they are not here, but it's only 10:29. I'm trying to figure out what I feel like wearing to work and if I want to wear tights. It looks bleak enough outside where I could get away with tights.

I've been battling a very uncomfortable sore throat for the past three days. I mowed the lawn on saturday morning and I am allergic to grass. All those great teen movie scenes where the girls all lie on the grass and talk while looking at the clouds? yeah, I would need a blanket and a bottle of calamine lotion. But I am a good daughter and I mowed the lawn for my parents since I am very good at mowing the lawn. But breathing in all of that grass pollen does a number on my ability to breathe properly so there were a lot of water breaks. My dad tried to convince me to do the sensible thing and wear a respirator but it was so hot I knew I wouldn't be able to breathe either way. I wish I had worn the respirator. Since then, I've had a wicked sore throat that unless I am drinking water/tea/coffee constantly, it only gets worse. Waking up after being asleep for 8 hours is especially painful since I, like all nerds, am a mouth breather. I had an irrational fear that if I breathe only through my nose I will suffocate, so I breathe through my mouth when I sleep. This is great, except I wake up and my sore throat went from being tolerable to feeling like I have the sahara in my esophagus. Needless to say I've been drinking a lot of tea. Smoking doesn't help either, I suppose, so today I'm going to see if not smoking helps it.

This past sunday was mother's day and I played outside in the garden with my parents, amanda, michael and lara. This is probably a little known fact about me, but I really enjoy being dirty. I don't feel like I've accomplished anything outside unless my clothes and hands and feet are filthy. So basically I'm like a small child. But I know how to use those hand held snippers. I got good and dirty on sunday, but am paying for my enthusiasm. The violets invaded my mom's flower garden like it was Poland in 1939, so Amanda, Michael, Midnight and I did a lot of violet extermination. Midnight isn't much of a digger, but she tried (this is my sister's dog...). Anyway, I used my bare hands because at the time it seemed like the thing to do, especially if I was going to accomplish my level of filth goal. I now know how it feels to have carpal tunnel, I think. I didn't realize hands could get sore and stay that way for more than a day. Lesson learned!

This has basically been a stream of consciousness entry in the hopes to fill the empty space that has accumulated. I was wondering to myself "do I have anything to say in my blog if it's not some kind of challenge?" and I guess the answer is "kind of". I'm not going to re-read or edit, but I imagine there's a lot of whining. I was actually voted "class whiner" in the senior year superlatives. Part of me still resents that, since I don't recall ever voting for that superlative...CONSPIRACY THEORY. I'm sure at my 5 year reunion I'll ask. Or just whine even more to show them how much I've grown.

Toodles,
Meggy

Pain is Beauty

As cliche as the subject is, it's totally true in regards to today! I woke up at dark o'clock (7:15am) to be at my beloved sister's home at 9am this morning so I could accompany her to the salon. Today, she got herself a full fledged afro.

The reason that pain is beauty in this case, is that the solution used in perming hair smells like "a dirty fart, or an egg salad sandwich left outside in the sun" (amanda's words). I would say it smells kind of like what sex panther probably smells like. Either way, it was gnarly. I was at least 4 feet away from Amanda and had a hard time not gagging, so I don't know how she managed to do so.

I took a lot of photos, but only one was ok'd by amanda for posting online in my blog, so here it is!

So what's going on here is that she's had her hair rolled, and then the perm solution was put on. The cotton around her face is to protect her face from the solution that might drip down. The clear bag is to hold in the heat of the chemical reaction that's ocurring from the solution which makes the hair curly. I don't know how that actually works in a scientific way, I just know that the solution was self-activating and the heat caused by the chemical reaction made it so amanda didn't have to sit under one of those head heater things. The entire process of rolling, setting, rinsing and then styling took about 3 hours. It sounds like a really long time, but Tanya and Amanda make for very entertaining company.

Besides that fabulous adventure, amanda and I got lunch at the village bakehouse in Groton. Their chicken salad is omgamazing. the only thing that was better than that was....

This! It is called a "chocolate log" It's puff pastry with chocolate on the inside and MORE chocolate on the outside. Mmmmm tasty.

Once all this goodness was over, it was time to go to work. Thank god for diet coke and coffee.
<3
MeggyB

A nature adventure!

Meet Zeke, my friend Katelyn's amazing dog. He is the poster child of "nice and playful and lovable and adorable, NOT scary" for the whole pitbulls are not agressive monsters campaign. Seriously, how could you not love that face? But I digress, since the point of this post is that he, his mommy and I went on a walk at Bluff Point in Groton today. For some reason whenever Katelyn and I get together it rains...strange. Having been cooped up in a hospital, my room, or my car for a few weeks it was really nice to go and be surrounded by trees and green things. I didn't get pictures of our walk since I was busy walking and trying not to trip over Zeke, who likes to run right in front of you. He's sneaky (but not mean!)

Once we got to the trail that led to the cliff area, we stopped and sat on the decaying wooden bench to get some lovely photos of the scenery (and Zeke of course)




This is what you would see if you sat on the bench and looked straight ahead




This is what you would fall on if you tripped over the edge of the first picture. Awesome!



I like this because you can see a storm was afoot (it started raining right after Katelyn mentioned that. I blame her!)


I think this is a photo of where the Groton Airport and other stuff is. Maybe.


Zeke! It took several tries to get him to stay still and let me take a proper photo.


Katelyn and one of the attempts to get Zeke to pay attention to me. Also in the photo is my delicious skinny vanilla latte which was way better hydration than water (IT'S SO HOT. MILK WAS A BAD CHOICE!)

SO yeah. It was a lovely time, and now I'm in my warm toasty pjs, listening to some Cold Cave and figuring out if I want to make some new ringtones for my phone. I think the answer to that is "yes".
<3
MeggyB

I like being literate most of the time.

Hi Everyone! This post isn't going to be very interesting unless you want to suggest books for me to read. I decided I should keep a running list of the books I've bought to read and have yet to actually read. Sooo, yeah. If this doesn't interest you I'm sorry! If it does, leave suggestions in the comments and I'll add them to the list!

In no particular order:

-Pox Americana
- The Passage
-The Search for Wondla
-The Road
- Fledgling (i've started this but got distracted)
-One Day
- Aurora Teagarden series
- Wuthering Heights
- The hours
-The Snark Handbook
-Me Talk Pretty One Day
- In Cold Blood
- The True Story of Hansel and Gretel
- the rest of my monstrous Sherlock Holmes volume
- The Road to Serfdom (I swear I'll read it, really!)
- Holy Blood, Holy Grail
- MAUS I and II
- The Tales of Beedle the Bard
- Let Me In (i'm in the process of reading this!)
- Crime and Punishment
-The Beautiful and Damned
- Madame Bovary
- Mr. Darcy's Diary
- Frankenstein
- The Picture of Dorian Grey
- Sense and Sensibility
- From Barbarism to Civilization (yes, this is a textbook. don't judge me!)
- The Tale of Gretta Von Ratsinmeinhaussen
- House of Seven Gables
- Scarlet Letter (reread)
- Northanger Abbey (reread)
- Mansfield Park (started this but got distracted by sherlock holmes)
- Paradise Lost
- The Vampire Armand
- The Gulag Archipelago

So yeah, clearly I should stop reading fanfiction >_>
<3
Me

Young's Double Chocolate Stout, a beer for champions

Hi there readers!
I'm a member of a group on facebook that is all about enjoying delicious beer and sharing reviews of said beer. Today, when I was in stop and shop for cotton balls and maybe some kind of chocolatey treat I happened upon a most glorious sight. There was a rack full of big huge beers at the end of an aisle. Forgetting my desire to consume my weight in peanut butter m&ms, I stood in front of that rack and stared. Immediately I knew that I would probably only like 2 or 3 of the options, since I don't know anything about beer and what the hell a heffeweisen is. I'm not even going to google it to find out until after I write this blog! Anyway, I saw on the shelf that was at eye level, a bottle with a purple label and the word "Chocolate" on it. I didn't care what else was inside, but chocolate beer sounded AMAZING. So, after picking up my pint of Young's Double Chocolate Stout (i read the rest of the label) I got some peanut butter m&ms anyway, and checked out. Worry not, I did remember the cotton balls!

So, I got home and put the tasty beer in my fridge and went to do something else, which is work on a project that I've had the idea for for a while but haven't bothered to start. This project is called the "RH Super Secret Planning Project" or RHSSPP for short. Anyway, there'll be photos of this project in this blog entry, that's why I'm telling you.

Finally, 5:30 came and I decided it was time to enjoy this chocolate beer beverage. I even took pictures for those of you who would like to see!


The empty glass next to the delicious stout, as yet unopened!


First pour. As you can see there's lots of bubbles :3
First Taste: OMG THIS IS FUCKIN DELICIOUS, i said to myself. So, I guess on a scale of 1-10 for tastiness it's a 10.

I moved myself from the table to the floor where my work was, and took a photo of my activities.

As you can see, I am hard at work with my delicious companion.

As I drank my first glass of this delicious stout, my integrity as a historian got worse You probably won't be able to read all of the notes, but I just summed up the Schlieffen Plan in a paragraph and then wrote "OBVIOUSLY, This didn't work :(".
But I soldiered on, and eventually poured my second glass...


Look at how tasty that looks! I just wanna lick my computer screen! Anyway, I'm enjoying my second glass as I type this because although the beer is only 5.2% alcohol I guess I have a very low tolerance when it comes to double chocolate stout.

My notes suffered as a result! These notes are about the technology and then the results of WWI. it says "results for Germany: They get FUCKED". I am so good at history.


Anyway, I guess I'm supposed to rank some stuff about the beer itself. Sooo,
Tastiness: 10/10 (you must try this if you like beer)
Sweeetness: This beer isn't sweet at all, so if you were worried about that, don't be...-0/10
Smoothness: 9/10. It almost doesn't feel like I'm drinking beer except you get that beer flavor. i am comparing the smoothness to water (or coors light)
Appearance: 10/10 the bottle is made out of brown glass which is great since it keeps out those nasty sunbeams that erupt from the florescent bulbs of the stop & shop. the label is pretty and i love contrasting color combinations, so the orange and purple makes me happy. The beer itself is a really really dark brown, and it looks just beautiful in that there clear beer glass!

I hope that this is an adequate review and that people enjoyed reading it!
<3 I gotta do this more often,
MeggyB

It's Friday, Friday, gotta get down on Friday

As many of you (those who read this) know, I've got a weird new obsession with this new meme song. It's pretty horrible.

on a totally different note, I said that this post would be about glitter and...something else. I'm going to write about the awesome parade that I went to today instead.

Today was the Mystic St. Patrick's Day parade and it was pretty cool. I got some sweet bling and had tasty beverages with my family. We went down to John's (a bar down the street) and had some shots of jameson and some tasty smithwicks (i think that's how you spell it) and watched the mass of people in the bar. I had a loverly time and it just cements for me how happy I am to have my sister and her husband as part of the family.

Dina moved up to new hampshire yesterday, and my parents and I went up to check out her new home and help her get her stuff in the apartment. Steve's place is really nice and it seems like she's really cozy and happy there. We went to the red arrow diner in manchester new hampshire. Amazingly delicious food and pie, but seriously cramped and the wait for a party bigger than 2 is really long. we wandered around downtown manchester for a while and checked out the shops and eateries and stuff. it looks like a great place to go out. The drive up and back was really long though, and honestly I have no idea how dina did it at 11pm, because I was tired after the drive up and I still had to drive back to CT. seriously, people who drive 2.5 hours anywhere (especially to visit me) got newfound respect because I would just say "make me a teleporting device!"

Anyway, today's parade was great. I had too much jameson and had a nice nap, then tasty steak for dinner. Now I'm just waiting for Big Love to come on, and I'll watch that with my parents. It's been an awesome weekend, and would only have been made better if the people I wanted to see lived down the street so I could just be like hey, let's go out tonight!

Next week I'm house sitting for Amanda and Michael which I'm really excited about. I also start my new job! It's going to be wonderful! Expect some kind of blog post about it :P
<3 til next time (when i've got something more important to say)
MeggyB

Thoughts of a college graduate

It's been a while since my last post, mostly because I forgot I had a blog and partly because I've been doing stuff.

I got my diploma in the mail a few weeks ago, and it was really exciting to receive my proof that I spent the last four and a half years working towards something tangible. I have all of my notes from certain classes and almost all of my text books (i'm working on getting rid of the ones I will never read again) and so I do have tangible evidence of my being there. But my diploma was like the final stitch in the college quilt. Or the last chocolate chip in the pancake (i think that one's better). But even though I have this diploma, and even though I was told "you'll have jobs waiting for you when you graduate! don't worry!" the job market is total garbage. I'm not going to spend this post whining, because I just got a job on thursday! After two months of really searching (and applying anywhere and everywhere that I thought might accept me) I got a phone call from the temp. agency that I went to, offering me a job at a hospital. Awesome! I get to work 3-11:30 monday - friday. This works to my advantage since I'm more of a night person anyway and all the fun bar related stuff only starts happening around 11 on friday anyway!

All that aside, my experience as a college graduate thus far has been ideal. Obviously I am very lucky because my parents don't charge me rent and I'm more than happy living at home. I'm also lucky because I don't have bills just yet, so really I've just had to look for a job and enjoy my free time. I never believed that I would be tired of free time, but I was getting pretty tired of it. There's only so many hours of harvest moon I can play before I wish I had something to do that made me appreciate that I could spend 8 hours pretending to be a farmer. I've really enjoyed the social benefits of having no obligations, since that means lots and lots of going out, late nights, awesome coffee and lunch dates, and killer hangovers.

If I boiled down all the experiences/thoughts/feelings of the past 3 months, it would all spell out "although you might have a plan, it's also great fun to go with the flow and see what happens". That's not to say I don't have a plan (world domination) but a road trip isn't any fun if you don't stop at the world's biggest ball of yarn on the way.

Next post's topic will be glitter and dr. seuss books.
<3
MeggyB

p.s: i reread this post (i generally reread before posting but didn't do that this time) and I'd also like to point out that college is definitely worth it because you learn all kinds of useful stuff besides just what you're taught in class and I can say I've made some truly wonderful friends both in and out of class. I didn't learn to not write run-on sentences though. <3

Wrap up

So despite my saying I wasn't going to do bulk posts anymore, I'm going to finish off the 50 day challenge with the last two prompts so that I can get on with writing about other things (like my misadventures in the job hunting jungle).

Day 49: Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Well, I guess I'll make a list since I like lists.

1) Find a job. At this point that means "any job" with the condition it isn't an hour away and doesn't pay total crap.
2) Become more fabulous every day.
3) Read more books!
4) Take better care of my fish, who are building up a high tolerance to bad water and will soon sprout legs and take over the world. Be nice to them so they don't hurt me.
5) Try and keep my room clean, which mostly means putting things back in my closet once I've taken them out and off their hangers only to realize that's not what I wanted to wear.
6) Woo the Wizard!
7) More sunglasses
8) Spend more time with my family (this mostly means Lara since I don't see the girl much)
9) Get a tan this summer. Even if it's just a little farmer's/fisherman's tan.

I think that's all I can think of that isn't some "be a better person" stuff.


Day 50: A letter to your reflection in the mirror.

Dear backwards me,
You're a hot mess at the moment because you rolled out of bed and got on the computer. By you I mean me, since you're just a reflection. Anyway, besides having outrageous bedhead and a line on your face from where your pillow was pushed up against your cheek, you look good! Since getting reacquainted with Amanda you've really changed who you are on the outside to reflect who you are on the inside. I guess the inner Megan has short hair and crazy clothes. But don't let anyone make you feel like what you look like is bad. Just remember how boring jeans and t-shirts were (not to mention a first impression was based solely on what was on that t-shirt) and how long it took to straighten your hair only to feel like it was boring and grody. SO be happy with who you are and how you look. People will not be jealous of you, because only you are crazy enough to wear some polyester thing from the 60s...but they'll be looking more out of curiosity than judgment. At least, that's what I keep telling me...and am now telling myself backwards. Besides the whole outer appearance thing, you're doing good becoming an adult! Dad even said the other day how you're really growing into your own person/adult woman self. Keep that in mind when the urge to do something comes before the actual thinking, since that tends to get us in trouble! Just remember our motto and as I was told once by a customer on a phone "you do you".
<3
Me



So that's it! That's all 50 prompts. It took me about 90 days...but I guess that's just demonstrative of how awesome I am at procrastination! I hope that whoever's been reading this has liked the posts. I won't be posting any updates on facebook after this, but I will be updating :)
Til next time (maybe tomorrow)
MeggyB

I'm like a bird, except that I'm a butterfly.

I've been busy these last few days with being employed. thankfully (or not, depending on how you look at it) i am unemployed once more. Everyone has left for the weekend with the exception of myself, so I figured that it was time to play with my make up case. I shouldn't have had a large glass of wine before attempting this, as all of my creative thoughts were replaced with "i like this color, and now i like this color" which lead to me deciding my face would be a butterfly. Hardly creative, but still kind of fun to do. The other fun part will be getting all of this off my face.

The whole point of my doing this is because I was supposed to post a "picture of you right now" but didn't want it to be boring. So instead you get me in my pajamas with poorly done butterfly makeup. I hope you feel special that I'm sharing this with you and the rest of the internet. I avoided duckface, too. I hope you're proud <3



I know, it's pretty bad. I started playing with my makeup case and about a minute in I didn't want to keep going. But I told myself that I should at least make it lookk like something, so that's what you get. I totally messed with the saturation so you could see the colors better. I'm going to wash all this crap off my face now :)
<3 Til next time (which will not involve wine)
MeggyB

But it's my birfday!

Today i am being asked to write a list of things I would like for my birthday. I've compiled a list of totally ridiculous demands in an effort to be funny instead of selfish.

1) A pony that is actually a unicorn (this must be any color besides pink and brown)
2) Revenge
3) World Peace (peace in the middle east is a cop out)
4) These
5) An RV full of jell-o
6) A boat full of jell-o is also acceptable. pudding is an excellent substitute
7) An entire circus, sans clowns, for my birthday that will be in my backyard. There must be elephants to ride.
8) Trent Reznor, Alan Rickman, David Bowie, Johnathan Davis (i know, please forgive me), and Kyo. All of them, to sing me Happy Birthday (and then let me hump them)
9) This
10) my own armada in miniature for bath tub adventures
11) My own theme song that played everywhere I went (you may reference the family guy episode for inspiration)
12) 23 chickens (i like chickens. live ones)
13) Severus Snape (i am completely serious)
14) Briefmarkensammlung (yeah, that's right)

And that's it.
I hope I get what I asked for, or there will be hell to pay!
<3 Til Tomorrow my dear readers,
MeggyB

Time to get personal :)

Today's post will be image heavy. I will also attempt to size the images so that the entire image shows up, instead of half of it being cut out or some other nonsense.

Day 46: Photos of personal things in your life (pets, family, house, etc)
This is what I'm posting about today! Hooray! Prepare yourself to be assaulted.


This is a photo of all of my cousins/siblings. So we have Dina (sibling), Leslie (cousin), Krissie (cousin), Nate (Krissie's fiance), their little baby Ace (who i guess is my cousin?), Gage (cousin), Ginny (cousin Amy's gf), Amy (cousin), Carter ( cousin Rachel's boy), Rachel (cousin) holding Gianna her other baby, Lara (sister), Amanda (sister), me and Michael (amanda's husband and thus my brother-in-law). There will be a quiz later, so try and remember :P


This picture was taken on thanksgiving. Thsi is my house :3 It's not really that yellow...i promise.

This is Scoobert. He is my snuggling companion that I have had since I was 11 and will probably have until he is falling apart. He's wearing a cape that I got at six flags ;3

This is a picture of some of my books. Those pictured here are ones that I purchased because I wanted to read them or got as gifts or are school books that I liked enough to want to read again. The pile down on the bottom is the pile of books that I have to read. Good times :3 (don't be jealous of my justin timberlake marionette)

This is a picture of my car that I took out of my sister's bedroom window. It's too cold to go outside. My driveway also looks like it's made out of alligator skin! pretty awesome. and that's our RV from 1983, it's pretty sweet.

This is a photo of half of the dining room. My family spends a lot of time in this room, so it's very important!

For those of you who didn't know already I've recently gotten really into makeup. I now have more than I know what to do with, and it's kind of frustrating because i have to rearrange everything on my shelf in the cupboard to get to something in that black train case. As you can see, I also brush my teeth! hooray!

This is the mancave/family room. that small TV is the one that I spend hours playing Harvest Moon in front of. In case you were wondering.

This is a photo of me with my Nana. She's pretty awesome <3

This is a photo of my fish tank, and I suppose they're representing the "pets" part of this. Phineas is the goldfish, then I have reginald, mildred, svetlana and igor who are the little tetras, then dr. horrible the cori fish and 2 ghost shrimp who i'm pretty sure are named gred and feorge.

And this last photo is of my three beautiful sisters. This is actually from the day that we all reconnected. I was in the bathroom and this was taken by a roving westerly sun reporter who gets paid to creep on people I guess. Anyway, yayyy <3

So, there you have it!
<3 Til next time, faithful readers!
MeggyB

Worst Post Ever

Hi everyone! Happy February! Today I'm not going to do a bulk post, and from now on I won't do that either. Onto the scheduled post! yay!

Day 45: A letter to yourself a year ago

If this was the kind of letter that could get transported to the past, then I would tell me to spend less time reading fanfiction and more time socializing/doing research for my thesis. But really, I have no idea what I would say to myself from a year ago. Except maybe to get in touch with amanda earlier.

Ah well, maybe I'll think of something and this won't be such a shitty post.
tomorrow's post will be way cooler.
<3
MeggyB

Oh Jeez

So I've been busy the last few days. I've missed...5 posts <_< Soooo today I'm going to make up for that. This is going to be a humongous post, so I'm sorry in advance.

Day 40: A letter to a deceased person you wish you could talk to (1/27)
Day 41: Whatever tickles your fancy (1/28)
Day 42: Bad habit(s) you have (1/29)
Day 43: A picture of your favorite place in the world (1/30)
Day 44: Something that fascinates you and why (1/31)

Day 40

Dear Nana, I really wish I could talk to you and you could see how much I've grown up! I have really fond memories of you and our spending every wednesday together after school. there's so much that has happened in the last 11 years, and although there's some things you probably wouldn't be happy to hear, there have also been a lot of wonderful things that have happened, and it would be so nice to tell you all about it. I really don't know what else to say, except I miss you and wish I had been older when you passed, so that I would have more memories with you. <3 I hope you're living it up in the afterlife Megan

Day 41
What tickles my fancy at the moment is to just not write a post for this at the moment. I can't really think of anything to write about. Not feeling particularly funny today, so I'm just going to...leave this here...

Day 42: BAD HABITS
Where to begin...
1) Nail Biting. As many times as I tell myself that it is bad to do this, I still bite my nails. Nail polish only helps for a few days, before I decided that I don't much care about how the polish looks anymore.
2) Smoking. I quit, but it's still a bad habit that i have had. *shrug*
3) Touching my face. not helpful if you're trying to avoid breaking out.
4) Forgetting to update this blog.

Day 43: My favorite place in the world? Okie dokie!


This is my family. Yes, we are all wearing ridiculous outfits on purpose :)
i don't need a favorite place, as long as I'm with these people. (and my mom, who is still in the witness protection program and is thus a smiley).

Day 44: Something that fascinates me? Hmm. Well, I'm currently watching the Science channel and learning how things are made. This is one show that I really enjoy watching and would watch for hours on end. So how things are made fascinates me!
infomercials also fascinate me, because i wonder what is wrong with america that we "need" these products. For example, the "neat desk organizer" scanner with software that makes those documents searchable. This is to "avoid all that shoebox clutter". Who keeps their important shit in a shoe box?! that's what fire safes, file cabinets and file folders are for. Also, i don't know anyone who uses their computer while cooking, so i doubt that it makes sense to scan all your recipes into this system. It is incredibly stupid to market this to older people as well, since older people as a rule have no idea how to use computers. "But wait! that's not true" you might say. Well, my experience is that they have limited knowledge about their computer. they might have one, they might have an e-mail address, but they don't understand nearly as much as they should. I cannot tell you how many times I have been called to fix a computer/printer and the problem is it wasn't plugged in properly/at all. *sighhh* ANYWAY, infomercials spark all kinds of interesting thought processes. like that small rant about the generational technology gap.

Anyway, I'm just going to give up trying to write anything else since I'm too distracted learning how a rolls royce is made (the mascot is called the spirit of ecstasy. oooh gurl).
Til Tomorrow,
<3
MeggyB

I hate this prompt

Today's prompt is stupid. They want to know what my zodiac sign is and if I think it's appropriate. I will provide you with a graphic depiction of my answer.



According to wikipedia (the most legit source ever)
"Gemini is considered a "masculine", positive (extrovert) sign. Perhaps the most dominant Geminian characteristic is versatility"

I am totally a masculine extrovert and am super versatile (see: Semper Gumby).

Honestly, I think this is all a bunch of BS that is fun to read, but the horoscopes are so vague that they can be applied to ANYTHING.
I hope tomorrow's prompt is more fun than this ;3
<3 Til Tomorrow,
MeggyB

My parents are pretty cool

Today I will be showing you a picture of my parents! Too bad my mom is in the witness protection program (this means that she doesn't like having her picture taken and that the pictures I do take of her are promised to be kept on a hard drive and never shown on the internet) So I present you with...


My parents. They're pretty awesome. (and so is that bike)
<3 Til Tomorrow!
MeggyB

Get your ass shakin pants on!

Today's post is to share songs I like to dance to! So i made you all a playlist. Enjoy!

Til tomorrow!
MeggyB

Pedo Bear is staring at me.

Hi there readers!
Today i get to tell you all about my hobbies! I hope you're prepared to be blown away by how exciting my life is.

Hobby 1: Pretend I know how to knit
This is a very important hobby, since Dina taught me how to do this. She, unlike me, can actually knit. So while she whips out beautiful scarves, socks and dishtowels (waiting on my weasley sweater), I'm dropping stitches and cursing the god of yarn. For those of you who don't knit, dropping a stitch means I missed a loop and thus left a hole. I am really good at making holes. Perhaps I'll use that to my advantage if I ever pick up my "scarf" again.

Hobby 2: Reading fanfiction
It's a tough job, wading through the internet in search of acceptable (read: well written and developed) fanfiction. What's fanfiction, you ask? Well, for those of you who don't know, fanfiction is a story written using characters from a book/movie/tv show/anime/whatever and writing your own story with them. I read a lot of Harry Potter fanfiction. I feel no shame in admitting this, since it's likely that whoever is reading this already knows that. That, and we all know I have an unhealthy love for the Harry Potter universe and it only makes sense that I spend my time reading made up stories using the characters JK has provided. Anyway, I do a lot of this reading. I used to write fanfic, and dabble from time to time (meaning i write a sentence or two and then realize that what I thought of has already been done 100 times). Mostly I beta fanfiction, or at least I did until one author's e-mail account got hacked and she fell off the face of the planet and the other one doesn't respond to my e-mails. Bah, anyway, I like fanfiction. I am a humongous nerd.

Hobby 3: Playing video games
Unlike most people who would say this is their hobby I do not a) own an xbox b) play World of Warcraft or c) like Farmville/Zynga games. I play Harvest Moon (lately) and other games on my DS. I also like to play SNES, N64 and Wii games. I BET YOU CAN GUESS WHAT COMPANY I LOVE (that would be Nintendo). I also really like Mahjong, Free Cell, King's Quest and Machinarium (sometimes i like World of Goo but it depends on how patient I am feeling that day). I would say I'm pretty good at this hobby.

Hobby 4: Surfing the Interweb
Tied into hobby number 2, hobby number 4 is something I spend a lot of time doing. I have a lot of websites I like to visit (regretsy, poorly dressed, dlisted, all the blogs i mentioned in that post from weeks ago, people of walmart and facebook to name a few). Once I'm employed the time I spend doing this will probably be cut way down :(

So, my life is, as you can see, incredibly exciting. Oh, I forgot that I like doing Henna. I am not any good at it, but I enjoy trying. Anyway, I'm most excited about employment because then I will have something to occupy the bulk of my days and will not feel so lame when I have to write posts about my hobbies because I really don't think any of these (with the exception of henna and knitting poorly) count.

<3 Til Tomorrow,
MeggyB

My fish is attacking the plant in the aquarium.

Hi Everybody! I am proving to be super unreliable. I think we can rely on that fact, at least. I got to spend time with Amanda thursday during the day and went to dinner with her, Michael, Dina and my Dad (Indian foooood. soooo gooooood). Yesterday I spent more time with Amanda and Michael and we went and saw the worst and most emo bullshit I've ever had the misfortune to hear. But at least we were out of the house, and my coat didn't get stolen this time so I'm okay with that. Anyway, like usual I'm going to write responses to multiple prompts :3 (the title has nothing to do with this post but I looked up and that's what Phineas was doing and I decided that would be my title)

Day 34: Your favorite quote

This would have been an incredibly short post. My favorite quote is "Semper Gumby, Megan" which is something my dad always tells me when things are rough or I'm overwhelmed or have to make big decisions. For those of you who are unfamiliar with latin, Semper means "forever" or "always". If you don't know who Gumby is....



This is Gumby. He is a children's toy that is super bendy and flexible. SO, put those two words together and you get... Always Flexible. Be pragmatic and willing to negotiate/compromise. There you have it folks, my favorite quote. <3

Day 35: A letter to an ex

Dear ex,
I don't really like using that term, since it makes it sound like you're anonymous, like "Mister. X" instead of "ex-boyfriend"... I will start over.

Dear Previous Boyfriend,
I'm sorry I slammed your fingers in the door after we watched Spice World. I honestly didn't see your fingers in the hinges...that was kind of stupid of you. Thank you for introducing me to peanut butter and honey sammiches, they are still one of my favorite things to eat for breakfast. Whenever I hear that backstreet boys song I think of you, and us holding hands while we skated around the roller rink. I wish that I had known my mom definitely knew I liked you, it would have saved me a lot of trouble. I'm also sorry that Dina and I forced you into a hero position when we would play on the jungle gym and that we would compete for you to save us. I shudder to think I needed someone to save me from woodchip lava, because I could have just made myself invincible instead of being a damsel in distress. Clearly you were distressed by all the pressure that we put on you. I'm also sorry for breaking up with you, although you were okay with that. I didn't know you liked boys until high school, although I think even then you had some kind of knowledge of it. Thanks for getting the "accidentally date a gay man" thing out of the way for me when we were in 4th grade, you probably saved me some grief. It's too bad that we didn't manage to stay friends, but you seem to be living a really awesome and fun life :) I'm happy that you were my 4th grade boyfriend, playground rescuer and fellow spice girl enthusiast
<3 Hugs and Kisses (but really all we did was hold hands)
Your 4th grade girlfriend

So there you have it folks, a letter to an ex. I don't know what people would expect, like some kind of hate-filled rant about why a relationship ended, or goopy "i'm sorry I hurt you" stuff. Maybe you guys expected me to do something silly, since I definitely don't want to share all the dirty details of my heartbreaking campaign towards world domination (you're next, Rupert Friend)
:3 <3 til tomorrow,
MeggyB