tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66452305721334694692024-02-21T07:23:59.526-06:00Just Awful"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you'll start missing everybody" (Holden Caulfield)Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-31227336664121057462011-09-18T21:45:00.002-05:002011-09-18T21:48:51.584-05:00I still go online.<p align="justify">I'm pretty sure it's safe to say I have no interest in updating this... really ever. BUT I'm on <a href="http://quickly.tumblr.com" target="new">tumblr</a> all the time and kind of addicted to <a href="http://twitter.com/megano" target="new">twitter</a> too.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-20456855251490191222011-01-18T22:28:00.008-06:002011-01-18T23:08:18.728-06:00Welcome to Spring Semester<p align="justify">I used to tell people that it's way too hard to focus on hard science classes with labs AND music at the same time, and that's why I have a degree in creative writing instead of physics and/or flute performance, like I had planned.<p align="justify">The truth is that it's ridiculously hard to study difficult subject matter, practice enough, smoke too much pot, maintain eating habits that have you almost fainting in choir on a regular basis, and hold together a doomed relationship with a really shitty boyfriend all at the same time, because face it, you're what, only 19? 20 years old? A person's life can change a lot in six years.<p align="justify">I realized this today when I accepted the opportunity to study with the flute professor here on campus, because I started asking myself why why why would I put myself back into a situation that nearly ruined my life when I was a sophomore. But the ambitious academic and musical pursuits weren't what ruined my life, and I know that now, and I'm really really happy to have them back. Every A exam, every second of audience applause, every piece of broken lab equipment, every frustrating problem set, every impossible etude, every paralyzing instance of stage fright - all of it.<p align="justify">Today was the first day of the semester, and I learned that each week (for the next 15) will include: 9 hours of labs, 4 hours of rehearsals, 40 minutes of lessons with something like 10 hours of practicing for those lessons (or more, I don't really know). Also, 6 hours of lectures for, you know, my classes that are supposed to get me into optometry school. And I guess I'll probably have to study for those.<p align="justify">And I wouldn't have it any other way.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-144298605584807422011-01-12T00:15:00.008-06:002011-01-12T00:24:26.592-06:00Old-Notebook-Time, Continued<p align="justify">There's no date on this, but it's from between 4/18 and 4/21 2008. I can hardly believe that's almost three years ago.<p align=justify"><blockquote><blockquote><P ALIGN="JUSTIFY"><i>She always wanted to be a game-show contestant, knew something about everything but everything on nothing, with emerald luck and the poker-face of a cliff. She completed crosswords, was always the tenth caller, predicted plot twists and read the weary like a highway billboard for adult commodities.<BR>-What is... a bold woman?<br>-What is... the world at her feet?<p align="justify">I'll take "life isn't fair" for 600, Alex.</i></blockquote></blockquote><P ALIGN="JUSTIFY">I wonder if I should polish some of these little gems, make the obviously-needed revisions and do something with this writing. But I sort of like the beauty in letting it just... be.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-68165816139641223252011-01-11T23:53:00.002-06:002011-01-12T00:04:04.935-06:00The Bad Times Weren't All Bad<p align="justify">I really really want to write more! There are so many things going on right now - I just started Nutrisystem and spring semester is right around the corner and slowly but surely it's going to not be winter anymore.<p align="justify">Tonight I was acutely affected by my tendency to keep bank account information, log-ins and passwords in my journals. Like written on the day I sign up for these things... anyway, to find my student loan information took me back 2.5 years and they really weren't good ones. But then I found this page that I felt like I just had to share -<p align="justifY"><blockquote><blockquote><i>8/3/08<p align="justify">I just spent the last few hours cleaning up after a whole year of depression, addiction and self-neglect. Dealing with something bigger than myself, or whatever your favorite euphemism for all of this is. </i>Cleanse Song<i> came on, and while that song speaks to me in the way you'd expect, it had much more impact when the flute came on, and so I played my own for the first time in years. It's really helping me feel more like myself again. Normal and stuff. I have time off this week and I can't wait to fix up my place. All this time in Evansville really has helped me fix all these things I never really understood were wrong. It's all getting better, making sense, falling into place...</i></blockquote></blockquote><p align="justify">Ignoring the total nose-dive everything took in the following months, I found the hope in that entry inspiring. The "bad times" weren't all bad.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-40470740428992449432010-12-20T22:24:00.003-06:002010-12-21T12:22:26.442-06:00Winter Break<p align="justify">It's true always that the more there is to write about, the less I write. Today was the last day of school (until January something). I'm going to have some spare time... Write once a day during my break. I can do that, right?Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-24175168136342089842010-12-10T11:51:00.002-06:002010-12-10T11:55:05.408-06:00HiWhy did I quit my blog again? That's right, I have no idea. Just quit my job, moved to a new town, and started going to school again :) That's no reason not to write!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-85038045410555600942010-05-01T10:49:00.006-05:002010-05-02T18:56:03.994-05:00Tell Your Story<p align"center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07218.jpg" border="0"><br><br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07219.jpg" border="0"><br><Br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07221.jpg" border="0"><Br><Br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07224.jpg" border="0"><Br><Br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07226.jpg" border="0"><Br><p align="justify">I know a couple of these are incomplete, I've done this on purpose - I want to be able to share all of my pages from the art journal class I am taking, but I also don't want to lose the "journal" aspect of the project, and this is the only way I can journal freely and honestly (because otherwise what is the point?)<br><a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/03/rva-update-class-registration-.html" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/6a00d8358081ff69e20120a96e48bb970b-.jpg" border="0"></a></p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-24535109200632747522010-04-22T10:33:00.003-05:002010-04-22T10:56:17.323-05:00Happy Birthday Earth<p align="justify">I'm sorry I haven't posted anything in a while - I also have fallen far behind on my reading, too! Last week I got sick and my normal routine just sort of went down the tubes (and I don't even really HAVE a routine, so I didn't do ANYTHING).<p align="justify">So even though I don't have anything momentous, cute or interesting to share, I can still wish everyone a happy earth day! (Birthday? EARTH day? Whose birthday? EARTH. Earth's birthday?) And remember, you're not being "green" if you go and replace something that is still working perfectly fine, even if the new thing is energy saving or more earth-friendly. Just sayin.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-43700715759169405652010-04-11T21:36:00.016-05:002010-04-13T20:45:33.370-05:00Beautiful Blogger Award<p align="justify">Looks like I'm one of the cool kids now ;) I owe a huge thank you to Gidget of <a href="http://lilaclace.blogspot.com/" target="new">Lilac and Lace</a> for the nomination - you made my week! XOXO <p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/beautifulbloggeraward_thumb2_thumb1.jpg" /><Br><p align="justify">A stipulation of the award is that I must share seven facts about myself:<Br><br>-I have played the flute for 15 years now and earned a full tuition scholarship to UW Madison because of it <br>-even though I have always loved optics and physics, it wasn't until after three years working at an eye clinic that I realized I wanted to be an optometrist <Br>-I have lived by myself for the last five years, and am scared to once again have to share my space in dorm-style living (even though I have done it before) <br>-My mom and step-dad adopted my younger brother from Ukraine when I was 18. He's 8 now. <br>-I always wear chucks. Even when I should be wearing something a little dressier. Even when my podiatrist says I need better arch support. <br>-Even though I post so many pages, I only just started art-journaling in March. It truly means the WORLD to me every time someone tells me they like what I've done :) <Br> -I've never seen nor read Gone With the Wind (nor do I intend do... sorry, Mom!)<br> <p align="justify">And now I get to pass on the blog love to <strike>15</strike> 10 lovelies! Will you accept?<Br><br>-<a href="http://dlobeis.blogspot.com/" target="new">What I See</a><br>-<a href="http://thefoxyrobot.blogspot.com/" target="new">The Foxy Robot</a><Br>-<a href="http://www.zitadevi.com/" target="new">Zita Devi</a><Br>-<a href="http://persononbike.blogspot.com/" target="new">Montana Adventures</a><Br>-<a href="http://youwillwontyou.blogspot.com/" target="new">You Will, Won't You?</a><Br>-<a href="http://theperfectpearpair.blogspot.com/" target="new">The Perfect Pear</a> <br>-<a href="http://inspirationscrap.blogspot.com/" target="new">Inspirations Scrap</a> <br>-<a href="http://misspoutypants.blogspot.com/" target="new">Miss Pouty Pants</a> <Br>-<a href="http://icedgrandesoylatte.blogspot.com/" target="new">un-BLOG-evable</a><br>-<a href="http://stayingopenminded.blogspot.com/" target="new">Being a Lady</a> <br>-<a href="http://www.polkadotrobot.com" target="new">Polka Dot Robot</a><p align="justify"><i>If you choose to accept the award you must:<Br><Br>
- Thank the person who nominated you and link to their blog.<br>- Copy the award and paste it to your blog.<br>- Tell us seven interesting facts about yourself.<br>- Pass this award on to 15 fantastic bloggers you have discovered.<br>- Contact your nominations and let them know they’ve won.</i></p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-66714741596727306642010-04-10T20:44:00.003-05:002010-04-10T21:06:23.426-05:00Revenge of the Yarn Part 2<p align="justify">A while back I <a href="http://girlsaysgo.blogspot.com/2010/03/revenge-of-yarn-and-other-stories.html" target="new">wrote about some yarn</a>. <p align="justifY">And today, I found that yarn.<p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07163.jpg"><br><p align="justifY">Finally.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-40992033850932335262010-04-09T20:59:00.004-05:002010-04-09T21:56:05.260-05:00Ode to Tape; Poetry<p align="justify">Two weeks and three days from now marks the start of the <a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/03/rva-update-class-registration-.html" target="new">Tell Your Story</a> art journal class, and as far as I'm concerned, that's seventeen days too many. I've completed the <a href="http://girlsaysgo.blogspot.com/2010/04/tell-your-story.html" target="new">introductory prompt</a> plus a <a href="http://girlsaysgo.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-even-know.html" target="new">random page</a> just for the fun of it, and now that most of my supplies have arrived I am <i>beyond</i> ready to start!<p align="center"><a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/03/rva-update-class-registration-.html" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/6a00d8358081ff69e20120a96e48bb970b-.jpg" border="0"></a><Br><p align="justify">Among the things I ordered last weekend are <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=44399339" target="new">carnival tickets</a>, <a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=42195580" target="new">vintage paper</a>, and <a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/littlehappythings1" target="new">tape</a>... <a href="http://www.happytape.bigcartel.com/" target="new">lots of tape</a>. I am absolutely amazed how pretty some of this tape is, and I can't believe it's as unavailable as it is - I couldn't find it in any local stores! I mean, we have gift wrapping, crafting, collages, journaling, scrapbooking, and just plain sticking things to other things... tape is ubiquitous, essential, and indispensable (except from a tape dispenser - lol). I mean, just look at this page I created tonight!<p align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48066477@N06/4506893508/" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07162.jpg" border="0"></a><Br><p align="justify">The photo I used came from <a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1873378" target="new">here</a> and the poem is my own work (2008). Since I am <i>so excited</i> for class to start, until then I had the idea that I could take pieces from my senior creative writing thesis and attempt to illustrate them the way that I saw them when they were written. So far I'm really pleased with the way this first one turned out, and soon I want to try finding an image <i>before</i> I write, and see how that turns out. I have never written based on an actual image (existing outside of my head) but I think it would be an interesting exercise if I found the right photo... or for a real challenge I could select one at random. Better yet, I can ask for suggestions! If you are reading this, then I challenge you to challenge me with a photograph - if you do, I promise I will post my work :)Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-21236068650309729282010-04-08T13:46:00.005-05:002010-04-08T15:29:01.568-05:00April Is the Cruelest Month<p align="justify">It's also national poetry month. <p align="justify">In fact, during this time last year, I was finishing up my senior creative writing thesis. During this time two years ago, I was enrolled in intermediate poetry workshop. During this time four years ago, I was enrolled in my first creative writing workshop ever. <p align="justify">The year before that I was a physics major.<p align="justify">On the 2nd of the month, I stumbled on a <a href="http://blog.writersdigest.com/poeticasides/2010/03/05/2010AprilPADChallengeGuidelines.aspx" target="new">poem-a-day challenge</a>, and decided it was something I should do. I was only one day behind, so why not? I am now eight days behind on the poem-a-day challenge. Do I print out the challenge every day with the intention of completing it? Absolutely. Will I actually do it? We'll see. There's no reason not to, and there's a contest also, so it could be really fun! <p align="justify">Is anyone else participating?Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-60748186055362752092010-04-07T22:31:00.006-05:002010-04-10T23:52:15.839-05:00I Don't Even Know<p align="justify">I got off work early today only to walk home in the rain and then pass out for a four hour nap with a sore throat and itchy ears. Yuck.<p align="justify">This picture was kind of an accident, but it totally sums up my day. Sexy, sexy head-cold-nap hair.<p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07144.jpg"><br><p align="justify">Also, I did this. I don't know if I'm going to add to it - I took the picture in Chicago with my mom and sister-in-law after touring ICO and so I thought maybe I should write about it, but I kind of like the simplicity of it just the way it is.<p align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48066477@N06/4509397665/" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07159.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">I received a bunch of vintage paper and pretty tape in the mail today, and was itching to try some of it out. My mom tells stories all the time about when I was pre-school age and the art projects I would come up with that were almost entirely tape. They would fill my stocking with rolls of tape every Christmas, and apparently that was just the best thing ever for me. I was too young to remember any of this, but when I saw the package from happytape at my door today, I knew every word of it is true. What can I say - I'm a freak for adhesive.<p align="justify">Now it's way past my bedtime and I'm not sleepy. Earlier I dreamt that I was getting married to my ex-boyfriend, and that just before I walked down the aisle, I told my mom I didn't want to do it... but did anyway, only to get to the other end and have somebody tell me I was pregnant. I don't know why it was such an issue, because she totally hated him, but it was vaguely reminiscent of my sophomore year of high school when I told this boy I would go to prom with him because I was too nice to say no, and then when I wanted to cancel she forced me to go. Anyway, I'm really glad I woke up when I did, what a nightmare. Sometimes I wish I could shut my dreams off.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-71825586506750446312010-04-06T21:03:00.003-05:002010-04-06T22:07:15.659-05:00Typical Tuesday<p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07098-1.jpg"><Br>just watching a dvd with my dino :DMeganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-16796942104618145832010-04-05T22:04:00.001-05:002010-04-05T20:36:49.045-05:00Tell Your Story<p align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48066477@N06/4492032378/" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07133.jpg" border="0"></a><Br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48066477@N06/4491381483/" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07132.jpg" border="0"></a><Br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48066477@N06/4495652262/" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07135.jpg" border="0"></a><br><br><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48066477@N06/4495018643/" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07134.jpg" border="0"></a><br><br><a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/03/rva-update-class-registration-.html" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/6a00d8358081ff69e20120a96e48bb970b-.jpg" border="0"></a><Br><br>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-46133314287493255242010-04-04T20:25:00.000-05:002010-04-05T20:54:35.976-05:00If I were...<p align="justify">Originally posted: <a href="http://michabella.wordpress.com/2010/03/12/if-i-were/" target="new">If I were...</a><p align="center"><a href="http://justsweetlove.typepad.com/my-blog/2010/04/monday-inspirations.html" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/6a01157080a79e970b01347fa6d2d9970c-.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a month, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">September</span>. <p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/826641" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/3995730549_b9f5b1e251_large.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a day of the week, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">Monday</span>.<Br><br>If I were a time of day, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">6:00am</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1843835" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/S6301285_large.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a planet, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">Neptune</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap010821.html" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/neptunespots_vg2.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a sea animal, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">...</span>.<br>If I were a direction, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">North</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1395861" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/tumblr_kw7j9xPwwh1qzpe8uo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">bookshelf</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1606874" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/tumblr_kucp96VYdo1qzdqpyo1_500_larg.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a liquid, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">Diet Coke</span>.<br><br>If I were a gemstone, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">...</span>.<br><br>If I were a tree, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">...</span>.<br><Br>If I were a tool, I’d be an <span style="color:#663366;">ice pick</span>.<br><br>If I were a flower, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">daisy</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1774639" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/so8l5j_large.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">foggy fall day</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/335903" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/20090201204700.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">flute</span>.<br><Br>If I were a color, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">gray</span>.<br><Br>If I were an emotion, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">ambivalence</span>.<br><Br>If I were a fruit, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">starfruit</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/419355" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/20090306185116.jpg" BORDER="0"></A><br><p align="justify">If I were a sound, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">white noise</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://flowtv.org/?p=2198" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/whitespace1.png" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were an element, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">As</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1716920" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/arsenious-acid-granules_large.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a car, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">Jetta</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1152623" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/n7939199_31528574_5326_large.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a food, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">vinegar</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://fabulouslyglamorous.wordpress.com/2009/07/10/detox-your-hair/" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/vinegar_325.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justifY">If I were a place, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">concrete park</span>.<P align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1741530" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/4423069994_5f2cf28ec8_large.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justifY">If I were a material, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">soft</span>.<br><br>If I were a taste, I’d taste like <span style="color:#663366;">ice cream cake</span>.<br><br>If I were a scent, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">lavendar vanilla</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/574829" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/20090518152222.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were an animal, I’d be an <span style="color:#663366;">otter</span>.<br><Br>If I were an object, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">railing</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1324369" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/4243327289_8a3644a6d7_large.jpg" BORDER="0"></A><br><P ALIGN="justify">If I were a body part, I’d be the <span style="color:#663366;">elbow</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/659283" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/20090818230512.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">If I were a facial expression, I’d be a <span style="color:#663366;">:P</span>.<P ALIGN="CENTER"><A HREF="http://weheartit.com/entry/1816986" TARGET="NEW"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/1_large.jpg" border="0"></a><br><p align="justifY">If I were a song, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;"><3</span><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/426262" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/20090309151733.jpg" border="0"></a><Br><p align="justify">If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be <span style="color:#663366;">chucks</span>.<p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1600074" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/tumblr_kymfwzSU7w1qa9o8bo1_400_larg.jpg" border="0"></a></p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-6505931393314413622010-04-03T20:00:00.007-05:002010-04-04T21:52:24.643-05:00What's In My Bag?<p align="justify">Inspired by <a href="http://justsweetlove.typepad.com/my-blog/2010/03/whats-in-my-bag.html" target="new">Just Sweet Love</a><p align="center"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/48066477@N06/4487906617/" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07103.jpg" height="300" width="400" border="0"></a><br><p align="justify">-phone & iPod (always)<Br>-wallet, keys<Br>-lotion, eyedrops, lipgloss and hand sanitizer<Br>-mirror<br>-notebook and pens<br>-magazine or novel<br>-Coach bag a Christmas gift 2008<p align="justifY">What's in yours?Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-78415675007585917842010-04-03T18:15:00.003-05:002010-04-04T21:59:09.802-05:00Family Weekend<p align="justify">Last night I went with the family to see How To Train Your Dragon.<p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/howtotrainyourdragon.jpg"><br><p align="justify">It. Was. Awesome.<p align="center"><br><object width="400" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/88x08ePynt0&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/88x08ePynt0&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"></embed></object><Br><Br><p align="justify">I've been working on a new art journal. <a href="http://www.polkadotrobot.com/product/art-journal-class" target="new">Quiet Nights</a> was so much fun, I've decided to do another class: <a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/03/tell-your-story-online-art-journal-class-full-details.html" target="new">Tell Your Story</a>.<p align="center"><a href="http://abeautifulmess.typepad.com/my_weblog/2010/03/tell-your-story-online-art-journal-class-full-details.html" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/6a00d8358081ff69e20120a96e48bb970b-.jpg" border="0"></a><br><br><p align="justify">My mom and stepdad got wireless internet last week, so Sam brought their laptop upstairs and I brought mine from home and we set up shop in the kitchen.<p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07112.jpg"><br><p align="justify">And tomorrow is...<p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC07111.jpg"><br><br>Easter!<br><br><p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/toothless.jpg"><br>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-72916194167978675102010-04-02T21:09:00.001-05:002010-04-03T20:39:06.431-05:00I am Inimitable!<p align="justify">A few weeks ago I e-mailed my picture to <a href="http://www.polkadotrobot.com" target="new">Vivianna</a> for the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackiepolaroids/sets/72157604244606502/" target="new">I Am</a> photo project. <p align="center"><a href="http://blog.polkadotrobot.com/polka-dot-robot/2010/03/i-am.html" target="new"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/6a0115711f7aaf970b0120a977cacc970b-.jpg" border="0"><br><br><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/6a0115711f7aaf970b0120a977c028970b-.jpg" border="0"><br><p align="justifY">Click</a> to see all of them & participate yourself :]Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-18369248558846208632010-04-01T18:53:00.003-05:002010-04-01T19:25:04.289-05:00Complainy Pants<p align="justify">It's hot out. HOT. In Wisconsin. Also, my idiotic landlord painted the windows shut, so it's stuffy and the air is stagnant. After years of a more heightened self-awareness, I've realized that any semblance of a seasonal affective syndrome I exhibit leans toward a spring depression, overall (if we're even going to stretch so far as to call it that). A lot of the poetry in my senior thesis (written over the last four years) paints a really bleak picture of springtime, which I really never noticed until recent. What can I say - I was born upside-down. <a href="http://www.americanpregnancy.org/labornbirth/breechpresentation.html" target="new">I'm so not even joking about that</a> (but kind of).<p align="justify">All the joking that I am a 25-year-old in an 80-year-old's body came to a head today when I stopped at Walgreens to pick up some sole inserts that came highly recommended and a velcro ice pack for my ankle (walking to work this morning was terrible today). The automatically generated coupon that printed with my receipt was for an AARP discount. I like it better when I buy feminine hygiene products and get chocolate coupons. Bitch.<p align="justify">URGH not only am I hot sweaty and sore, but the pizza I had for lunch is really not agreeing with me, and for all the hassle it was - they delivered it a half hour late (which happened to be one minute after I punched back in for work) and the girl was all, "in the future, we're not going to deliver here anymore. it's too far" so I said, "oh, don't worry. in the future we won't order." It's actually not that far, but she got lost. I wanted to pull my portion of the tip out of the group total, but didn't want certain people to think I was that much of a jerk. But it was that kind of day. Dammit.Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-37298976691979035022010-03-31T18:30:00.013-05:002010-03-31T18:38:33.019-05:00Favorite Song This Week<object width="400" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pySzy1wepdg&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pySzy1wepdg&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"></embed></object>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-20990602846885883552010-03-30T17:47:00.004-05:002010-03-30T20:02:55.181-05:00Take that, Tuesday!<p align="justify">Okay, so this particular day has been truly fantastic. Let me count the ways:
</p><ul><li>A patient brought me a sweet card and a box of candy for all I do</li><li>I left work in a really good mood - and not just an <i>I'm so glad work is over</i> thing, but totally sincere</li><li>Walgreen's had birthday cake scented candles on CLEARANCE and then the grocery store had my favorite kind of birthday cake ice cream. It's not even my birthday!</li><li>I needed to get an anniversary card for my mom and step-dad (even though I am two days late today), but at Walgreen's, the only anniversary cards they had were SO dumb. I tried to find a blank card that was interesting enough to turn into happy anniversary, and settled on one featuring two pears on the front of it. Because what says you belong together better than a pear pair?</li><li>While I was walking up to the post office, I realized that the soonest the card will make it to their house will be Thursday, but I looked up to see a big mail truck, a cart of mail, and a postman waving - he took my mail right then and there!</li><li>My <a href="http://shop.ccs.com/girls/category" target="new">CCS</a> package showed up with not only a free Vans makeup bag, but also a free beef stick. For real.</li><li>Netflix. Discovery Classics: Essential Dinosaur Pack: Disc 1 (need we say more?)</li></ul><p></p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-18354189464081027802010-03-26T18:20:00.013-05:002010-03-26T19:06:09.896-05:00ABC's of me<p align="justify">Kindly yanked from
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A-Age: <span style="color:#663366;">25 </span>
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B-Bed Size: <span style="color:#663366;">Full </span>
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C-Chore you hate: <span style="color:#663366;">Dishes</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1064800" target="new"><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1064800/img_6595-500px_62864381_large.jpg?1259537077" border="O" width="320" height="240" /></a>
</p><p align="justifY">D-Dog's Name: <span style="color:#663366;">I am pet-less, but the family dog is Munson</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1533509" target="new"><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1533509/tumblr_ky6d5bOthY1qalnkg_large.jpg?1266727538" border="0" width="320" height="240" /></a><br>
[this is not him]
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E-Essential start to your day: <span style="color:#663366;">Diet Coke</span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/571906" target="new"><img src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090516204652.jpg" height="240" width="240" border="0" /></a>
</p><p align="justify">F-Favorite colors: <span style="color:#663366;">violet, </span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#666666;">silver</span></span>
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G-Gold, Silver or Platinum: <span style="color:#663366;">platinum. no, silver.</span>
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H-Height: <span style="color:#663366;">5'1</span>
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I-Instruments you play: <span style="color:#663366;">oh... ALL of them! no, just flute, some piano, and back in the day a little trumpet and horn... some sax... my voice... and PICCOLO!</span><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/951387" target="new"><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/951387/1638804896_ef8f0e2984_large.jpg?1257656143" height="240" width="300" border="0"></a>
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J-Jewelry you wear everyday: <span style="color:#663366;">nose ring</span><p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/megan.jpg" height="320" width="240">
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K-Kids: <span style="color:#663366;">kid brother=Sam</span></p><p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/DSC06965.jpg" width="240" height="320" />
</p><p align="justify">L-Living arrangements: <span style="color:#663366;">college-y apartments in a neighborhood I have seriously outgrown (listening to keggers at 11:00 on a Thursday night gets old fast when you have a real job...)
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M-Mom's name: <span style="color:#663366;">Jane</span><p align="center"><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v479/megan1103/12536_868848144277_8612548_52577460.jpg">
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N-Nicknames: <span style="color:#663366;">Meggo... Meggie?
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O-Overnight Hospital Stay, other than birth: <span style="color:#663366;">never</span>
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P-Pet Peeves: <span style="color:#663366;">a-holes who call others out on crimes against grammar. unless you teach sixth grade, it's so uncalled for.</span>
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Q-Quote: <span style="color:#663366;">"Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you'll start missing everybody" -Holden Caulfield
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R-Right or Left Handed: <span style="color:#663366;">Right</span>
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S-Siblings: <span style="color:#663366;">two cool-as-heck brothers, the best sister-in-law ever, and i'm going to stop there.
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T-Time you wake up: <span style="color:#663366;">usually around 7. even on the weekends (but i'm always napping again by 10!)</span><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1750803" target="new"><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1750803/4454482310_e8f520818b_o_large.jpg?1269327509" border="0" height="320" width="240"></a>
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U-Underwear: <span style="color:#663366;">pink polka dots</span> </p><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1365025"><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1365025/2866816149_4706a623be_large.jpg?1264105016" width="320" height="240" border="0"></a>
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V-Vegetable you dislike: <span style="color:#663366;">asparagus</span><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/1755446" target="new"><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1755446/27019_10150141468535654_824060653_11477238_5709688_n_large.jpg?1269381395" height="240" width="320" border="0"></a>
<p align="justifY">W-Ways you run late: <span style="color:#663366;">snooze button</span><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/941014" target="new"><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/941014/3338317369_df4cd4d52b_large.jpg?1257455844" border="0" width="320" height="240"></a>
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X-X-Rays: <span style="color:#663366;">stomach, both feet, teeth</span><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/811840" target="new"><img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/811840/1349337069_6822a31af4_large.jpg?1254847878" width="320" height="240" border="0"></a>
<p align="justify">Y-Yummy food you make: <span style="color:#663366;">i don't
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Z-Zoo Favorite: <span style="color:#663366;">otters </span><p align="center"><a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/288247" target="new"><img src="http://whi.s3.leg.entries.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/20090111084305.jpg" width="320" height="200" border="0"></a>
</p>Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-19037246483641522002010-03-25T21:17:00.001-05:002010-03-26T22:00:21.374-05:00Go-Go-Go-Go-Goals! A Girl Can Dream.<p align="justify">I'm not moving until August, but it's going to be a major ordeal. I moved into my first apartment, the one upstairs where I live now, in the fall of 2005. Prior to then, I was moving around between dorm rooms and my room at my parents' house. In other words, I had quite a manageable load of stuff, which by necessity had to be combed through often.<p align="justify">It wasn't until nearly a year ago that I decided I needed to find a different apartment. At this point in time I wasn't entirely thrilled with life in general, so I approached the apartment problems the same way I do all others in such a mood: half-assed. I lazily set my sights on the apartment directly below my own and vowed to go through my stuff and purge four years of enthusiastic shopping, throw things away, take things to goodwill, maybe even have a garage sale.<p align="justify">Just when I was beginning to think life could go as planned for once, I lost one of my favorite people in the entire world. Life literally stopped for a week and a half and things like my apartment, my job, my shady friends were completely out of my mind. Needless to say, moving was not as carefully calculated as I had hoped, consisting mostly of heaving stuff down the stairs and piling it up in my new entryway. I had zero time to really organize and decorate as all of my earned time at work was spent planning and attending a funeral. I literally moved empty boxes, which now sit empty in my new apartment begging to either be packed or tossed.<p align="justify">I don't move until August, but I already have some boxes. The changing weather lends itself well to packing away my coats, long-johns and winter accessories. There are only so many books I can read in four months, so I might as well pack up some of those. As much as I wish I do, I will not be needing my skinny clothes by then. It's also not unreasonable to try to finish stuff off - <i>empty</i> the shampoo bottle rather than buy a new scent a month later, use up the free samples, make sure the ibuprofen is <i>gone</i> before picking up another bottle (I am notorious for having lots of doubles in the bathroom). And stay on top of the trash because everything is just that much harder when the whole apartment is buried beneath one solid layer of junk mail.<p align="justify">This is entirely reasonable. If I can carve out a comfortable space within the mess, I can work this through in a weekend. I'll be updating...Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6645230572133469469.post-34960769847664595062010-03-21T19:58:00.003-05:002010-03-21T20:07:43.775-05:00I Think I'm Bored<p align="justify">I'm so proud of myself for getting so much done this weekend. I went to the parents' house and did three loads of laundry, got groceries and spent lots of quality time with the little bro. My mom asked me to make it a point to hang out with Sam, but little did she know I was bringing my Planet Earth DVDs precisely so I could hang out with him. There is nothing in the world quite like having a kid who looks up to you.<p align="justify">Tuesday night I'm going back to E-Ville because I have a dentist appointment on Wednesday, and then I come back up Thursday morning (and have the day off Thursday... yaaay!) If only all weeks could be like that - 2.5 days off, work two days, off two more days, work one day, and then another weekend. <p align="justify">So... I'm writing right now to kill time because I think I'm bored... even though I need to put away my clean clothes, pick up my apartment, dust and some other stuff... so much to do!Meganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03714652389717904477noreply@blogger.com2