<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:26:52.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>i have a million things to say</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-6550366214011843179</id><published>2010-06-21T19:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:37:59.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand times good night!</title><content type='html'>alright so since i never really said a "million things" i have decided to start a new and fresh blog. (yes i know this is a little odd and truly a bit pointless)---BUT for some odd reason i feel like it will help me actually WRITE more. i am working on becoming a better writer in general and i think if i exercise writing in every stinkin' way i can-i will improve.... right? also, this is VERY lame, but i really haven't been reading y'alls blogs as much as i would like to since i hardly sign into blogger. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO this is changing NOW! here we go... my brand new blog is "just keeping austin weird" &lt;a href="http://justkeepingaustinweird.blogspot.com/"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; time i'll write at least once a week! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm starting a brand new life, why not start a brand new blog? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://justkeepingaustinweird.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://justkeepingaustinweird.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;adieu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-6550366214011843179?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/6550366214011843179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2010/06/thousand-times-good-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6550366214011843179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6550366214011843179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2010/06/thousand-times-good-night.html' title='A thousand times good night!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-2034526979741612966</id><published>2010-04-07T11:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T11:52:14.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weirdo Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Dear Creepsters,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I regret to inform you that I am finally all out of ways to pretend that I am listening or care when you tell me about the ghost voices you hear around me, about your true talent as a performer who showcases this as a frightening body shaking impression of the God Father, about your obsession with dungeons and dragons, about your thoughts on an ice sickle being the best murder weapon, about your government conspiracy theories and how the Holocaust never happened &lt;i&gt;(this makes me want to punch people in the face)&lt;/i&gt;, about how I should give you my number/call you some time/hang out more often/or who knows give you a vial of my blood.... Back off weirdoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it seems i am a bit of a creep magnet, and lately i have decided i am tired of pretending to pay attention to these psychotic people that cross my path... i am not one who likes to be awkward and say "NO YOU'RE A PSYCHO" because i fear that one day when one of these people will go postal they will spare me. remember in the movie Billy Madison that there is a character Billy calls and apologizes to for the ways he treated him in high school and you see the guy mark Billy's name off a LIST!?!? well i just dont wanna be on that list... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i'm taking a stand... i am going to do my best to not put up with creepy people any more... (note i didn't say "crazy" people... i like crazy people!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is anyone else a creep magnet too? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-2034526979741612966?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/2034526979741612966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2010/04/weirdo-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2034526979741612966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2034526979741612966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2010/04/weirdo-wednesday.html' title='Weirdo Wednesday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-6961203482183198131</id><published>2010-02-13T01:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T01:19:14.749-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy lazy lazy</title><content type='html'>this is an irrelevant blog posting because i do not currently have "a million things to say" BUT i did want to say... SORRY i suck at blogginggggg.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i will remedy this. i guess i just don't have a lot to talk about sometimes or i feel like i have TOO much to talk about to put in one simple post... errr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soon soon soon! i need to catch up on all the many blogs you guys have written! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE Y'ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-6961203482183198131?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/6961203482183198131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2010/02/lazy-lazy-lazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6961203482183198131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6961203482183198131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2010/02/lazy-lazy-lazy.html' title='lazy lazy lazy'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-6427809497711760512</id><published>2009-12-23T02:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T02:12:33.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>RED AND GREEN!!!</title><content type='html'>MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hugs, high fives, chest bumps, mistletoe kisses, dirty looks, or really just whatever is the best fitting thing to give you that you like on Christmas!!! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, God Bless, rock out, cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and remember ze reason for ze season!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-6427809497711760512?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/6427809497711760512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-and-green.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6427809497711760512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6427809497711760512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-and-green.html' title='RED AND GREEN!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-675425102924345960</id><published>2009-12-04T00:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:45:43.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why can't i be the good guy in my OWN dream?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;'ello all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;do you find it funny how dreams can manipulate your feelings? last night i had a dream that i woke up feeling so bad about. like guilty all over for NO real reason...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WELL i've been addicted to the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; series since i first started reading it back in the summer of '08.... and i wanted to read anything there was about it. I came across how Stephanie got the idea to write &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;...  it was all sparked from a dream she had. &lt;i&gt;(and for you &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Twilight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;ers it was the meadow scene from the first book).&lt;/i&gt; she took that intense scene and turned it into an entire story of forbidden R&amp;amp;J like love... so, I had this dream that probably when i write it out on this blog will sound like nothing substantial at all, but i do at least remember how it left me feeling in the midst and when i woke. it was most certainly INTENSE. so i'm expecting &lt;a href="http://k8ejohnson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; to read this and think of something we could get together and write around it... alrighty... so you know dreams don't make sense and usually they jump all over the place... but here's all of what i remember... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was part of some &lt;i&gt;group&lt;/i&gt;. not sure if i was part of a group like cops, a mafia, a gang, I DONT KNOW... maybe i was a good guy, maybe a bad guy... but part of some group who was after someone... my initial thoughts are that this "someone" was one of our own who may have either done something against us, or we were going to trap them and frame them for something they were innocent of... well there was a plan &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;(see i dont remember the odds and ins from the dream, or maybe those things were still missing but in dreamworld it all made sense anyways)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; and in this so called "plan," the part i was set to play was the person who caught the "someone"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;is this even making sense??? sorry if it's not... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;... so here i am, and i'm hanging these papers on a wall&lt;i&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;(and as weird as this is, the location that this entire dream took place was in Mawmaw's house like when i was a kid... weird??? like the furniture and everything was just like when i was a kid).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; i'm hanging these things waiting for this "so in so dude" to show up... and he does.... and its JOSH!? of course the bad guy &lt;i&gt;(or maybe the good guy i dont know)&lt;/i&gt; has to be Josh!? crap, right!?... so he doesn't know what's going on, and I'm talking to him. when I saw that he was sufficiently surrounded I grabbed him up whispered in his ear so that "&lt;i&gt;they&lt;/i&gt;" didn't hear me&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; "I'm so so sorry, I had to! I'm sorry!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;i&gt;"they"&lt;/i&gt; whoever &lt;i&gt;"they"&lt;/i&gt; were TOOK him away to do who knows what with him... and that was it. . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS HORRIBLE! i felt so terrible when i woke up like had betrayed someone i cared about... it was as if he was a Jew and i turned him over to the Nazi... i have no clue what that was all about. i have tried to decipher it all day and pretty much everything just looks and sounds like I'm a terrible person and I'm throwing him to the wolves, but i swear i'm NOT! haha I'm not &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; mean! I'm protective of him and would fight tooth and nail for him. and NO way would i turn him over to the authorities or whoever these people were... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i guess everyone has that group of people in their life that they would totally drag a dead body across the living room floor with &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;(in reference to a Grey's episode talking about Meredith and Christina's friendship)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; .... well Josh is on that list of people for me.. but, well... come to think of it, he could probably drag a dead body across the floor on his own... and then if he did do it on his own, i would feel kinda left out ya know... hmm.. so in &lt;i&gt;THAT&lt;/i&gt; case maybe i would rat that hooker out for not letting me join the MAFIA fun! haha OKAY i better stop talking about dragging dead murdered bodies around with Josh because the FCC already tracked him down once for me talking like that.... eep... sorry sir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways i thought this was an interesting "scene" i could use for something... so i'm working out the details in my mind where one person has to betray someone they care about and in a really terrible way... that would suck no matter which person you were... and OF COURSE this same stuff is in TONS of movies... but so are scenes like "the meadow" in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;... the story of forbidden love of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; is nothing new, but a fun and fresh thing to sink your teeth into&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt; (and oh crap!... late night corny puns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;... and how many more times can i say &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;??? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyone think &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; was better than the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; movie??? I kinda did... but I'm partial to the first book over the second.... there are things i really liked about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt; *COUGH* &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;taylor's body&lt;/span&gt; *COUGH*, but i'm hoping to see even more i like about it *COUGH* more of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;taylor's body &lt;/span&gt;*COUGH* when I go see it with Bran and Katie when i get home soon!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock On, God Bless, Peace Outie, and Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-675425102924345960?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/675425102924345960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-cant-i-be-good-guy-in-my-own-dream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/675425102924345960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/675425102924345960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/12/why-cant-i-be-good-guy-in-my-own-dream.html' title='why can&apos;t i be the good guy in my OWN dream?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-2435941743875118517</id><published>2009-11-16T22:47:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T23:40:09.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>that just happened...</title><content type='html'>Dear Fate, Karma, Destiny, Luck, and Serendipity, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for putting me in the right place at the right time on so many occasions. You let me half-way plug my headphones into my comp to listen to music in a quiet but full coffee shop meaning I unknowingly blared my tunes to the public world instead of a random moment on my couch. You allowed me the pleasure of a fiery attack by an ant biting me in my crotch-al region on a midnight date in the middle of campus instead of a moment alone-so I just decided to grin and bare it while trying to walk it off. You made sure that the guy who gave me the award of "Best Kisser" in a contest was the very same guy to make fun of the way I kissed him a year later. You are the one who let one guy practically propose to me within the same hour a different guy was trying to confess his feelings for me in a song, and neither went well... You even made sure that only time I ever "flashed" someone definitely had to be a preacher who literally just preached an amazing salvation sermon and decided to walk around the back of the building to probably pray and just happened to run into me trying to change my clothes for Late Nite at SL Camp at Orange Beach... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I think tonight YOU just "took the cake" as they say. (which on a side note saying someone "took the cake" doesn't even make sense to me..) Yep. Yesterday I went around with blurry vision all day from some random reason. I actually have perfect vision so this was a really weird and bothersome day... BUT here's where YOU came in. Today I had perfect vision. Thanks.... This played into my favor as Veronica and I returned from our outing tonight of seeing a show at Second City... See... we were walking up the stairs on the back of our building... and I was wearing my sunglasses... because I'm cool like that... (no really I just was trying to not leave them in the truck so put them on).... I decided to look to my right in mid-convo with Veronica and YOU...YOU...YOU let this be the exact same moment that the old, large, gross man on the first floor who I have never seen before would be deciding to stand NAKED in his kitchen making a sandwich.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so THANKS for making sure this was not on the day I had random blurry vision so that I was allowed to see enough of this man to decide I will fast for the next 5 days... guess I needed to drop a few pounds anyway... also a reminder why I'll never watch the movie Borat again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep aligning things the way they just need to be for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers! Rock OUT! God Bless, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-2435941743875118517?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/2435941743875118517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-just-happened.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2435941743875118517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2435941743875118517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/11/that-just-happened.html' title='that just happened...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-253435827912469541</id><published>2009-11-08T16:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:29:23.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>honest abe was never very popular!</title><content type='html'>honesty.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i have never received an award for my writing nor my honesty.. does that mean i'm a horrible writer and a big fat liar---???? i sure hope not!! haha THANKS Kim of &lt;a href="http://kimcandis.blogspot.com/"&gt;William &amp;amp; Kimberly&lt;/a&gt; for giving me this award!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the most part i like to "tell it like it is." but i do avoid conflict so i occasionally sugar coat... i'm an actor so people taught me to "create fiction with my mouth" and i generally think i'm pretty good at lying BUT its not fair to use those "powers" in a deceitful way, right? so contrary to the slightly larger nose i have, i am not a liar. i also (thus far) have yet to find myself with my pants on fire!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 208px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SvoSmnxGLYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UacVadV-te0/s400/honest-scrap2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402651157703568770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO there are rules of accepting this kick ace award! I have to tell you guys 10 HONEST things about myself then I'm allowed to pass it on! :) YAY... alright... i'm a pretty open person about stuff so it might not all be "secret" honest answers but here goes... Got your protective eye gear and helmet?!? this might be a bit dangerous! i hope you guys still send me some love after all this stuff.... i'm a talker so this might take a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I have commitment issues. I can barely commit to finishing a book much less a "TITLED" relationship. I'm totally a boy when it comes to dating. I easily feel smothered, and I prefer the chase way more than the catch. (an easy catch, while it may be a Great catch, is still just an easy catch and NOT my fancy)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I truly dislike when people ask me where I'm from because of the way I talk. I really wouldn't care except its just a reminder how thick my accent is no matter how many classes I have taken and how many hours I have worked on it. BUT its a given because I don't practice and work on it like I used to in college. Just sends me a little stabbing reminder how many roles I have missed out on because they told me "well with your accent...." ugh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I LOVE LOVE LOVE school supplies. I should have been a teacher. There is something that makes me truly GIDDY about buying brand new pens and fresh and blank new spiral notebooks!!! AHHHH!!! One day in Austin I literally wasted like an hour looking for a particular type of notebook I wanted to start writing my acting stuff in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I'm addicted to cleaning my ears. I love the way it feels. I literally do this like 1, 2, 3, or maybe 4 times a day. I bet I clean my ears more on average than I brush my teeth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. My dreams are weird. I dream about a lot of violence, and I'm not a violent person. Very often my dreams will dictate how I feel about people and myself. Sometimes I'll be mad at someone all day because they were mean to me in a &lt;i&gt;dream&lt;/i&gt;! what!? And (EEP) I've definitely had the awkward steamy dream about a classmate or co-worker and the next day saw them and thought.... well... huh. look at those jeans! haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I like that I'm short even though I might complain about it when buying jeans... just you try being short and having Junk In Yo Trunk... i think "shorty" is a very close 2nd to "boo" for my fave nicknames given to me by someone I dated haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. My absolute biggest fear is failure. I just don't want to have a wasted life really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I'm so very thankful for my family. I have been truly blessed. It was always interesting growing up with 8 adults in my immediate family since my siblings were all married when I was in jr high. I love them all, and I count myself pretty lucky that I actually like everyone :) isnt there a "i love em but i dont have to like em" thing--well i even like em too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I love listening to Britney Spears and other pop or even hip hop music when I'm getting dressed to go out. sometimes I might rock out to something like Journey or Spring Awakening but usually its more on the "dancy" side. Its just music like that makes me want to work a little more to make my hair look good and etc... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I am not racist. And I'm pretty sick and tired of hearing people make racist jokes to me or around me. UGH!!! And... oh yeah.... I VOTED FOR OBAMA!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alrighty thats my 10! some of these things you probably could have guessed about me and some maybe not. Kinda tough to think of 10... had several things I was going to talk about, but I figured honestly confessing that I made out with one of my teachers in college to improv my grade on my blog wasn't really the best place to say it! hahaha (ok ok a grad student/teacher---but i um..*cough* got a really good grade in the class... just sayin' yo...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW NOW NOW! FOR passing the award on!! I'm going to have to give it to KATIE from &lt;a href="http://k8ejohnson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rambling into the Unknown&lt;/a&gt; I always read her blogs... she is a fantastic writer and I definitely know that she is a very honest lady! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rock on, God Bless, Love, and Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-253435827912469541?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/253435827912469541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/11/honesty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/253435827912469541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/253435827912469541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/11/honesty.html' title='honest abe was never very popular!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SvoSmnxGLYI/AAAAAAAAAP4/UacVadV-te0/s72-c/honest-scrap2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-8727090806900365968</id><published>2009-11-05T18:23:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:45:18.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Body Work" eh???</title><content type='html'>something random. and crazy. :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so out and about running errands with veronica the other day. she is driving her truck. the truck has a pretty large dent in the back of it, but whatever... driving around the parking lot by walgreens and she is turning around because we realize its going to take TOO long to pull out at this driveway so why not go to the redlight... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;[dont you hate when you need to turn left and you're pulling out of a parking lot and traffic is crazy and you can't get both sides to be clear!?!?!]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;in the midst of her turning around another car makes a mad dash to follow us and excessively honks. The guy follows us still honking and eventually decides to pull up beside us &lt;i&gt;(driving on the wrong side)&lt;/i&gt; to ask if he can do some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;"Body Work"&lt;/span&gt; on the truck...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alright. hmm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so this happened on my first day here as well. at walgreens, some guy blocked Veronica from backing out-again honking and pointing at the big dent on the truck. she said this has happened a total of 4 of 5 times now in the last few months.... and really its funny because V is always starts yelling to me "NO I DON'T WANT ANY *&amp;amp;^#* $*^&amp;amp;% @*&amp;amp;^ %#&amp;amp;^ WORK ON MY #&amp;amp;*$&amp;amp;^%*# TRUCK!!!" so i just laugh :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK... so that brings me to THIS..... is it ever really okay to go and offer your services bluntly to someone to improve the physical look of something.....?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;say there was a PLASTIC SURGEON walking around in the mall.... &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt;(you can imagine Dr. Mark Sloan YUMMY! or Dr. Christian Troy depending on your plastic surgeon TV show poison of choice...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FFFF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;....would it ever be okay for him to walk up to some lady, blow a whistle, and say "HEY I noticed your butt and well... I do&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; BODY WORK!!!&lt;/span&gt;" ....? hmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 361px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SvPRNeBVabI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UE6IwxV61Y4/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400890407474522546" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mmm i guess if he was HOT like McSteamy i wouldn't mind!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SvPRNlzLZ8I/AAAAAAAAAPA/K_gmCi2euRs/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400890409562630082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dr. Troy aint too bad &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-8727090806900365968?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/8727090806900365968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_05.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/8727090806900365968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/8727090806900365968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_05.html' title='&quot;Body Work&quot; eh???'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SvPRNeBVabI/AAAAAAAAAO4/UE6IwxV61Y4/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-3853856648050747822</id><published>2009-10-23T18:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T18:48:56.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to DO something</title><content type='html'>i seriously need a job. not only to pay my bills, but for some friggin entertainment!!!! chicago is great dont get me wrong but after several days of just going around and dropping off my application and riding the bus constantly... ugh... i need something to DO! and its a little disheartening to be going around just spending money on this and that and not be making any-makes me anxious. i've been stalking the auditioning websites crossing my fingers that i can find something to audition for... but alas, it seems that most things are either not paying gigs or things that are Christmas shows and such which isn't really all that possible for me since i'm going to be going home for that.... LAME.... i did see a posting for ROMEO &amp;amp; JULIET... but *sad face* its an Equity show, and being that i'm still not in the union i am guessing there is no way in H-E-Double Hockey Sticks i'll be sneaking into that one... sorry to be complaining... i guess its the rainy and dreary weather that has me a bit annoyed at the moment... Veronica works a ton and is usually pretty tired when she gets home so she goes to bed quite early... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but on a good note i have gotten a lot of reading done with this lack of things to do. in book 4 of the House of Night series... today i bought a book recommended by &lt;a href="http://k8ejohnson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie&lt;/a&gt; called Blue Bloods. YES another Vamp series! But hey don't make fun, they definitely keep my interest. I also got Richard Matheson's The Box. It has some short stories in it but the main one is what that new movie "The Box" is about. I was hoping it would be some crazy horror novel but that story only took me a few mins on the bus to read. Interesting indeed though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tonight i'm supposed to be going with Veronica and her friends to some swanky bar/club... i'm sure it will be a lot of fun i just hope to not run into too many pretentious people that lurk in the spotlights (haha no not in the shadows for this narcissistic breed) merely to give you the "stank eye" ha! hmm who knows maybe i will dress up and wear my red heels just so that i can look like the narcissistic nelly!!!? but i never feel like getting dressed up when the weather sucks... okay okay okay i see the look you're giving me, i hardly ever like dressing up really... BUT when i do it i always feel really nice! it would be an evening with long hair that i would make it curly... with this short hair i'll.... uh.... just wear it as it is i guess :) ha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrighty i better go, i am beginning to type and blog for my own entertainment and time passing which is never good!!! take care peeps!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Rock ON, God Bless, Cheers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-3853856648050747822?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/3853856648050747822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-to-do-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/3853856648050747822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/3853856648050747822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-need-to-do-something.html' title='i need to DO something'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-7500949074879774281</id><published>2009-10-20T11:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:37:04.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BE FUNNY DANGIT!!!!</title><content type='html'>alrighty. sitting in my new neighborhood coffeeshop Caribou Coffee... I put in an app here but the manager is new and said "I just got here last week so I'll be evaluating our current talent then deciding if I need to hire more talent." Talent??? Is this an acting job? I'll be honest, I would love it if all of a sudden the Coffee staff started singing and dancing. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO... this weekend I had my first Second City classes EVER! Wow! I have to say that I kinda felt a wee bit teary eyed on my way... I mean... well.. i never really cry for reasons people should cry... but here i was doing something for a LONG time I have said "Oh I would love to do that!" and its just a surreal feeling i think. weird... but i have a much longgggeeeerrrr way to go.... and i'm totally cool with that, i think its the ride that is supposed to be the best right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;first up was my Improv class. this one is basically an introduction to improv class for actors with a degree or professional experience... if i take the next 8 wk improv class then i would be eligible to audition to be part of the conservatory. i'm DEFINITELY interested in that, but i am not sure because although it would KILL to have that on my resume i'm sure its sooooo expensive and its tough to decide right now if i wanna be in Chicago that long *shrug* i dont know yet, but if i stay and take the next one maybe i'll audition and see if i could even get in and go from there. ANYWAYS the first class has 12 peeps in it and they are a fun group. i can foresee us all being really close soon because its just the kind intense crazy stuff that forces you let down your barriers and work together as a unit. plus they are HILARIOUS :) and i think the teacher Jack is really cool too.... cannot wait for this weekend's class! there was a girl in it from Houston that knows a guy I went to college with pretty well... Okay so maybe its the same guy I had to look very dirty in silhouette with in The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas and I found it ironic he was her Prince Charming in a play but was clearly mine too eeeeeep! hahaha :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there was Standup! It was really &lt;i&gt;interesting&lt;/i&gt;. I can tell this will be really tough for me. We did a ton of really fun exercises and the class only has 6 people in it so that means even more time on your feet (which is scary but really really good). My teacher Bryan randomly picked things our partner had to give us a fake tattoo of. Then we had to get up and immediately tell the story of how we got this random tattoo. haha mine was a giant dragon on my arm and i almost forgot to wash it off because i'm always up here wearing a hoodie and stuff :) i'll just tell you my story had to do with going to meetings for my obsession with Dungeons and Dragons... D&amp;amp;D Anonymous! (and for the record i have NEVER played that game)... hehe it was the best thing i could come up with at the moment. one of the last things we had to talk about was something we were passionate about either in love or hate and i talked about my absolute hate of thongs... BUT BUT BUT there was this girl that had the FUNNIEST story about Online Dating. she apparently submitted herself to Eharmony and based on her character analysis they sent her a formal letter in the MAIL that said she was not compatible with ANYONE in their database hehehe and she told of the characteristics they circled as possible reasons. let me just say that it was a true story and i felt sooo bad laughing but it was GOLDEN! She is from Houston actually but has been in NYC the last 8 years. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alrighty... i gotta get to my homework which is to write a routine that sucks! hahaha. really! he said if we get the crappy comedy out we are more likely to do well.... BUT the catch is i can't just get up there and ramble i have to think of what i have seen comedians do that fails and commit fully to that... i am thinking i might do really dumb puns and stuff like that because i can imagine getting boo'd off a stage for that crummy stuff :) we'll see.... sorry i'm not going to spell check thissssss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHEERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-7500949074879774281?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/7500949074879774281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-funny-dangit.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7500949074879774281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7500949074879774281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/be-funny-dangit.html' title='BE FUNNY DANGIT!!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-2295661079644401761</id><published>2009-10-11T17:57:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:39:01.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a look at where i'm at!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJmQ6nhiCI/AAAAAAAAANg/ha0H_gop1Cc/s400/CIMG6754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391484144714876962" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicago living! (we are on the 3rd floor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnlFYCYhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yCooFzc83Vc/s1600-h/CIMG6723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnlFYCYhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yCooFzc83Vc/s400/CIMG6723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485590711722514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;front door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnlFYCYhI/AAAAAAAAAOw/yCooFzc83Vc/s1600-h/CIMG6723.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnaHwW1WI/AAAAAAAAAOg/tFuFFWd7ISA/s400/CIMG6721.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485402372035938" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first flight of stairs! woahhh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnZvmVksI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2H5-qvsxJ-M/s1600-h/CIMG6718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnZvmVksI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2H5-qvsxJ-M/s400/CIMG6718.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485395887559362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;view from the top of those stairs!!! better not trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnY89Fc-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/57ODOU-iqyw/s1600-h/CIMG6717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnY89Fc-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/57ODOU-iqyw/s400/CIMG6717.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485382292763618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnY89Fc-I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/57ODOU-iqyw/s1600-h/CIMG6717.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2nd set of stairs!&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJmSp4K6GI/AAAAAAAAANw/H5ok1ndGUwY/s400/CIMG6762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391484174581033058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats my place back there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJmRzQlQ5I/AAAAAAAAANo/24lUizd2bR0/s400/CIMG6761.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391484159919473554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cut my rock on sign out by accident!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJl7DOb_SI/AAAAAAAAANY/F8fQSJhDKlI/s400/CIMG6753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391483769068453154" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;our building from a distance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJnkT-DGwI/AAAAAAAAAOo/GNdTtEYiMj0/s400/CIMG6722.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391485577449380610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the courtyard adjacent to our building (to the right of it)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJl6bxehEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JV1ktttE_6Y/s1600-h/CIMG6750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJl6bxehEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JV1ktttE_6Y/s400/CIMG6750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391483758478001218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from front door-look Left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJl6bxehEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JV1ktttE_6Y/s1600-h/CIMG6750.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJl4DtiS5I/AAAAAAAAAM4/xXAQoVRC5MM/s400/CIMG6746.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391483717659282322" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;look Right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJl5OjmtdI/AAAAAAAAANA/pCPA2gp69Ck/s400/CIMG6748.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391483737750287826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;straight across the street is a neat art gallery (can you see waldo? or er... me?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJl51QmvoI/AAAAAAAAANI/Ytp7DWe30V4/s400/CIMG6749.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391483748139581058" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJl5OjmtdI/AAAAAAAAANA/pCPA2gp69Ck/s1600-h/CIMG6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJl5OjmtdI/AAAAAAAAANA/pCPA2gp69Ck/s1600-h/CIMG6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my corner! NO not the one i "work" on crazy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJj23LDqpI/AAAAAAAAALg/TP0_sMpPowU/s400/CIMG6727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391481498090318482" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inside the front door... look right! see kitchen.. and behind that is the living room (where i am sleeping)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJkiKe-OTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/EhXk8dE4y8M/s400/CIMG6733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482242008496434" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;opposite side of the kitchen behind that you can see into the other side which is Veronica's room area&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJlc5hKk5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/mQQQuX47fTo/s400/CIMG6736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391483251066573714" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;part of the living room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJlcWhNP3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Ln3ivbQQYcA/s400/CIMG6734.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391483241671507826" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the couch that turns into my bed!!! see DottieAbigail Veronica's cat always watching me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJkgw-vQqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/tc2MSLGz7jE/s400/CIMG6731.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391482217982542498" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bathroom is across from the kitchen in-between the two areas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJj2D9zsdI/AAAAAAAAALY/ST1_sXxWU_I/s1600-h/CIMG6725.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJj1uRpYvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/83FvQCxIEwE/s1600-h/CIMG6724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJj1uRpYvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/83FvQCxIEwE/s400/CIMG6724.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391481478522168050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the back of our building&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJj1uRpYvI/AAAAAAAAALQ/83FvQCxIEwE/s1600-h/CIMG6724.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJj2D9zsdI/AAAAAAAAALY/ST1_sXxWU_I/s400/CIMG6725.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391481484344537554" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is a little park back there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;more pics of the actual city to come this week! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-2295661079644401761?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/2295661079644401761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-at-where-im-at.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2295661079644401761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2295661079644401761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/look-at-where-im-at.html' title='a look at where i&apos;m at!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/StJmQ6nhiCI/AAAAAAAAANg/ha0H_gop1Cc/s72-c/CIMG6754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-4896199272867113018</id><published>2009-10-11T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:41:09.959-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHICAGO 24 hrs in!</title><content type='html'>So I officially have been in Chicago 24 hrs now :) hehe kinda cool huh? okay its really friggin cool as in COLD really! Last night I got to hang out with Veronica and a bunch of her friends on a Trolley ride for Adam's (i don't really know Adam) Bday. haha it was a lot of fun and everyone seemed really nice and stuff. I did think it was kinda hilarious that the first place I went in Chicago (other than the Target, Walgreens, and Home Depot errands we did yesterday....), I mean the first actual "Chicago place" was a bar themed Texas Longhorns... WHAA??? Well the bday boy is from Texas so that was the plan... I just found it funny that at first I saw the decorations and didn't think much of it because I've been living in Austin, and all of a sudden I thought WAIT...WHAT? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the ride we did pass Wrigley Field though AHHH! and.... a HUGE museum that the front of was totally advertising some big PIRATE exhibit that I WILL see this week when i figure out where the heck that was!!! :) anyways, Veronica had to leave this morning till next Sat for work in St. Louis so it shall be interesting figuring stuff out :) I'm excited though, this should definitely be interesting! Pictures to come as soon as I feel up to getting out in this cold weather!! feels much like Christmas in Texas out there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Operation: "FIND OPRAH" begins...... NOW! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers, Rock On, God Bless, and PEACE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-4896199272867113018?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/4896199272867113018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-24-hrs-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/4896199272867113018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/4896199272867113018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/chicago-24-hrs-in.html' title='CHICAGO 24 hrs in!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-7722381962324739522</id><published>2009-10-01T02:42:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:26:33.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gyno, Guns, and more! oh my!!!</title><content type='html'>15 seconds. does that sound like a long time? not really... i mean unless someone is poking you in the armpit with a screwdriver for 15 seconds it doesn't seem like that is too long to endure just about anything... i've been on stage before and forgot my line. thankfully this has really only happened once, but i was there for 25 seconds in complete "brain fart" induced silence... wow that sucked, and a story for another time... BUT yesterday morning i went to the gyno&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so lets be honest ladies... my va jay jay is always a little angry at me for this "va jay jay violation visit." (sorry i like alliteration) so i know she is going to give me attitude all week about it... so i'm already in a bad mood... and an awkward mood. okay i'll face it, i walk around in an awkward mood about 70% of the time... but i digress... soooo.. i get there, they call my name. i'm passing through tons of patients as the nurse looking at my chart says "Oh its been a long time, Megan" (see i skipped last year.. and maybe the year before i dont know... okay i do know, but seriously i hate going) and of course i awkwardly attempted to be funny and said, "Well I mean, he didn't even buy me dinner or call me afterwards so... I've been holding a grudge!" She looked at me like I was crazy... then finally laughed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN i got to "THE ROOM" and got dressed in that awesome paper napkin that really brings out the "OH CRAP" in my eyes in less that 15 seconds. I fear for some idiotic reason that after the nurse tells me to undress that she is going to shut the door and play some type of hide and go seek CHEATER counting game ("1 mississippi... 2 miss.... 14 mmm... 20!!!! ready or NOT....") so its like a race! i mean if these guys had a hidden camera on me undressing they would think i've been paid for it before! its called FEAR! so in the mad dash, i kinda dropped my purse by the chair and hopped on the table. straightened my hair and smiled at my record timing. then for the next HOUR i stared at my purse that was awkwardly by the chair and not on the chair or stacked on my shoes... i tried with my mind to move it because now sitting on the table with the possibility of them opening the door at ANY moment kept me from getting up and moving it... or grabbing my cell to text to pass the time... telepathic powers would have been nice... i could have moved my purse and who knows maybe given the nurse explosive diarrhea for making me get undressed so early and wait OVER AN HOUR nakey for the doctor... ughhhh....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i think at this point i am starting to sweat and am running out of Bon Jovi songs to sing to myself... so maybe the theme from JAWS plays in my mind as i look up at the ceiling with the dumb poster of a beach on it... I mean... if someone is going to be "Va Jay Jay Violating" me and I'm going to be looking at a poster, wouldn't it be nice if the poster was of something better than a hammock with an ugly hat on it?... Wouldn't it be hilarious if it was something random like a poster of Sarah Palin doing the wink ;) haha "You Betcha!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;finally he shows up... we talk a little about my move to Chicago he does a demonstration walk across the room to show me how i should walk in Chicago.. I could describe this but its better left to the imagination (a little model hip action going), and then he told me to buy a gun! (and i am pretty sure that even though he was telling me this for safety in Chi-Town, the idea of a Gyno telling someone to buy a gun is really the start of a plethora of inappropriate but funny jokes). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOW... my 15 second pet peeve. when he pointed to put my feet in the dreaded stirrups and to "scoot down" he THEN decided to take 15 seconds to put on his gloves and prepare... i mean thats the longest 15 seconds ever... i'm feeling like all out there like "AHHHHHH!" (pretend that was an operatic note sounding much like Angels hahaha and thats how i was to the world). hahaha so i think next time i would rather take the screwdriver to the armpit for 15 seconds than the exposure of the Pirate in My Pants! *COUGH* Pirates of Penzance!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is why i never blog! i'm usually better at censoring myself, but i couldn't this time :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers, God Bless, ROCK OUT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-7722381962324739522?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/7722381962324739522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7722381962324739522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7722381962324739522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='Gyno, Guns, and more! oh my!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-7074198189108868184</id><published>2009-09-24T16:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T17:17:01.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i NEVER thought i would say this... but.... oh gosh... it makes me a little nauseous... what is that taste in my mouth??? i know this taste... yep its a little vomit in my mouth... OKAY... here goes...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i understand (in a very SMALL way) the perks of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/radiomankc/_/rsrc/1218433449547/bring-on-amageddon/Mullet.jpg?height=256&amp;amp;width=323"&gt;mullet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHHHHHH! hahahaha i was thinking today about my new hair cut. i mean i like it but i kinda don't at the same time... weird. BUT haha what i have figured out is this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the front i think the short hair is really precious and spunky.. kinda like i wanna wear black and listen to either rock or of course Beyonce's song DIVA (lyrics "i'mma i'mma a diva, now DIVA is the female version of a HUSTLA" hahaha) i mean i feel like i could totally slap a hooker with this hair cut! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT from the back i think it looks funny. not the cut, the cut is great... but its like a floating head.. and i swear the "junk in my trunk" is more obvious hahaha oops... what was that &lt;i&gt;Baby Got Back&lt;/i&gt; lyric "36, 24, 36!...&lt;i&gt;Yeah if she's 5'3"!!&lt;/i&gt;" wait..... i'm 5'3" ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SOOOOO from the back i prefer the way my long hair looked.... feminine, long, blonde, and generally looked good.... from the front i liked the long hair of course, but i also like the short look.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does this mean... I want business up front and a party in the back??? hahaha it's ironic that i somewhat understand perks of the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.search.yahoo.com/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3Dmullet%2Bhaircut%26ei%3DUTF-8%26rd%3Dr2%26fr%3Dyfp-t-701-s%26fr2%3Dtab-web&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;h=375&amp;amp;imgurl=static.flickr.com%2F3285%2F2764463199_3651acda5d.jpg&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.flickr.com%2Fphotos%2Fannapickard%2F2764463199%2F&amp;amp;size=110k&amp;amp;name=This+haircut+was...&amp;amp;p=mullet+haircut&amp;amp;oid=b352e759e5601d36&amp;amp;fr2=tab-web&amp;amp;fusr=anna+pickard&amp;amp;no=13&amp;amp;tt=1760&amp;amp;sigr=11kd95l39&amp;amp;sigi=11gtf9ine&amp;amp;sigb=137r210e1"&gt;mullet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;! but what about the rest of the issues with a &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.search.yahoo.com/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Fp%3Dmullet%2Bhaircut%26ei%3DUTF-8%26rd%3Dr2%26fr%3Dyfp-t-701-s%26fr2%3Dtab-web&amp;amp;w=500&amp;amp;h=375&amp;amp;imgurl=static.flickr.com%2F74%2F202764784_333f065ad6.jpg&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.flickr.com%2Fphotos%2Fdean_mck%2F202764784%2F&amp;amp;size=69k&amp;amp;name=Dean+Mullet&amp;amp;p=mullet+haircut&amp;amp;oid=1624e518032d3cf0&amp;amp;fr2=tab-web&amp;amp;fusr=Tuxhedoh&amp;amp;no=10&amp;amp;tt=1760&amp;amp;sigr=11g7ls0q8&amp;amp;sigi=11dhpakn7&amp;amp;sigb=137r210e1"&gt;mullet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; like the fact that is JANKY, funky, and so so so so wrong!!!?? hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wish a good hair day for all of you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers, God Bless, ROCK OUT, lots-o-love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-7074198189108868184?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/7074198189108868184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-thought-i-would-say-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7074198189108868184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7074198189108868184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-never-thought-i-would-say-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-8320263036709282062</id><published>2009-09-22T14:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:48:34.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>guts???</title><content type='html'>i think i am going to cut my hair off tomorrow... i might chicken out... i mean literally i have only been kicking around this idea for about 45 mins... hmm... i like spontaneity though... something about me and the days around the 20th of the month usually prove to be dangerous hahaha.... got my tatt on jan 20.... got my dog on aug 20... i am sure there are other crazy things... heck i bet that time i dyed my hair dark red was close to nov 20 because it was right before thanksgiving... i get antsy, and i think thats my own lil form of pms. ha. :) crazy... i was thinking something like Kherington Payne... i love that talented chick and have always thought she was beautiful from her first audition on SYTYCD...and i am sooo excited to see her in FAME!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cheers, rock on, love love love, and God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-8320263036709282062?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/8320263036709282062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/09/guts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/8320263036709282062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/8320263036709282062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/09/guts.html' title='guts???'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-4969827149571228147</id><published>2009-09-16T02:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T03:02:59.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>they really ARE listening!!!</title><content type='html'>so funny stories that further my theory that i am living in a movie... i know thats pretty darn narcissistic but a girl can only hope for a better explanation than just some insane luck. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;where should i start? should i tell you about the cops and FCC hunting down Josh and hounding him about a conversation we had that was broadcasted ALL over Jasper County for every COP, emergency personnel, or old person with a scanner to hear Saturday night?? should i tell you why i almost had to shank an old douchebaggy-like character for dissing my brother on facebook? or maybe i'll tell you about Josh's freudian slip of saying "i'll just put my tongue in your mouth" in front of my MOM? what? i don't know why i hardly ever blog... but here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"  style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"WOW! The FCC really is listening to everything we say!" -Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; sooo. this weekend the radio in Josh's truck jammed. on friday another guy had it, but on saturday Josh was driving it around. Saturday evening he and i went to sonic (sorry Kim if you're reading this, i know you miss Sonic). we had NO idea but everything in that truck was broadcasting and blocking the radio for every single person with a radio or scanner! nobody could talk back and forth on the radios like they should be able to and it was actually a pretty big deal... SO... while we were hanging out in the truck apparently i thought it was a great idea to tell Josh what i had heard was the synopsis of Sorority Row, and then i proceeded to tell him of a prank a friend of mine had told me that involved a dead body in the road (a fake one actually...) AWESOME MEGAN.. stellar really. so on sunday afternoon several vehicles show up at Josh's some marked, some not, one tahoe belonging to the FCC as well. HA! they had tracked the signal via GPS.. and also talked about me talking about dead bodies and cutting someone up into tiny pieces... WHA?? oh and the funniest part i think, the lady said "well we knew it was young guy and girl and we were really worried that 'something' might happen so we were thankful nothing did" BAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! how funny! all those cops on the edge of their seats hoping for a radio show :) priceless.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so thats really all for now.. as far as me wanting to shank a jerk for being rude to my bro, i assume most of you are friends with him on facebook and probably know about the whole stupid ordeal... blah, i am so mad at that guy still... grr... and for josh's freudian outburst! haha it started from him trying to give me a wet willy and my mom was laughing at him and i was cringing and angry.. then he just blurted out "i'll just put my tongue in your mouth!" i mean what the heck does that have to do with anything here?? whaaa? he then buried his head behind me, Mom was laughing hysterically, and i was pretty close to snorting Dr Pepper out my nose! ha... good thing i am not 17, i'm pretty sure she would have kicked him out even though it was just a slip of the tongue.. baaaahaha... sorry lame corny pun i know i know!!! its late cut me some slack! okay? okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ROCK OUT, God Bless You, xoxo's, Cheers, and Peace Outie!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-4969827149571228147?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/4969827149571228147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/4969827149571228147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/4969827149571228147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_16.html' title='they really ARE listening!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-5017738908320728580</id><published>2009-09-12T02:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T03:40:37.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a great day</title><content type='html'>tonight was a very awesome birthday really. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woke up this morning (i slept in as late as humanly possible first). not happy about 24. i mean i hate even numbers for one... 23 was kind of a fun age really... sounds fun anyways, but twenty-four... ugh... and what have i really done with my life at this point...? almost 25 and i was hoping to have myself pretty established in whatever way i chose by that point and it feels quite quite far away... nevertheless i cant really freeze time and get my stuff done... i'm now 24. SO... with that... i had a laugh over cereal this morning about several funny things that happened in my year of 23... great... to terrible. i played some drums today and again was reminded how RUSTY i am. i almost dont want to call myself a drummer anymore because of my lack of improvement... i mean how many years have i been playing anyways??? sad... oh well.. i watched 16 candles because i love 80s movies and yes i was being a little mopey about my bday haha last night i watched the Friends where rachel turned 30 and sympathized ;)... today i was showered with sweet happy birthdays from family and friends. THANK you btw! so then i started getting ready for tonight's dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my parents took us (jason, candice, aiden, brandee, jarrod, krissy, katie, josh, and i) to eat at TOKYO japanese grill :) it was an absolute blast and totally worth the wait and the crammed seating we all had so that we could enjoy sitting at the same grill. SO fun to watch Aiden and Krissy when the chef was doing his fire tricks and such hehehe. Aiden kept saying FIRE FIRE FIRE and Krissy looked pretty nervous. they were so cute and sweet tonight telling me happy birthday tons of times :) Brandee and Jason both tried sushi for the first time! i was VERY impressed with this and apparently Bran liked it enough to want to try it more. YAY!! i will totally capitalize on this while i am still home cause i need a sushi buddy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a selfish birthday wish (hehehe) i gave everyone the length of dinner to come up with one fact about themselves that i didn't know. this was super fun and turned out to be my favorite thing of the day :) i would share these stories and details but then i would have to kill you, or maybe they would kill me first!! hehehe KATIE still owes me one!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after dinner Katie, Josh, and i rushed to our movie to see the Gamer. a good movie. action packed and interesting. kinda made my head hurt though, and if you see it you will understand why. it had some blair witch/cloverfield movement issues that made watching on the big screen a little straining on the eyes. but gerard butler is a hottie nonetheless so i enjoyed it thoroughly :) then we went to sertino's coffee for an hour or more to hang out and chat! this is a fun place and i really enjoyed talking and laughing with katie and josh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(SIDE NOTE) so back in summer of 2006 while hanging with veronica, johnny, and ben we were at the starbucks in barnes and noble and an older couple were there. the man was being rude to a younger girl there for being disruptive (at first i thought it was his granddaughter then realized it was a stranger to him) and me being... well... me... decided it was rude of him to call this young girl out in that manner so i was being obnoxious and saying innaprop things out loud... okay maybe a little too loud like penis and such.. hahaha yeah i know me saying (yelling) the word penis totally unexpected huh? hahaha... not really... one of my fave things to do to my friends around that time in college haha they would get sooo embarrassed! ANYWAYS i was just being rude and junk and the old guy was giving me dirty looks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wellllll i have been seeing this same old couple in beaumont lately and saw them tonight hehehe. they are actually kinda funny and most likely just people watchers. they were cute leaving sertino's pinky in pinky :) i said i would shed a tear if i could freakin manifest one! ugh thats a frustration of mine. but they were pretty cute and i was sorry for being rude 3 years ago to them... hmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay so this is a long post because i am happy and rambly... 23... got my first tattoo.. lost approx 10 lbs., gained it back, and lost it again ha *shakes fist in air*... boarded a pirate ship... discovered a beer that i actually like drinking (wheat beers... huh... whodathunk it?)... started my first professional film acting and played my first lead shakespearean role... increased on my addiction to vampires with seeing twilight/starting to watch trueblood.... got a puppy.... trip to ER cause my ovaries suck. met a guy named christopher robin (robin hood anyone?)... saw the musical WICKED... busted my tail in the kitchen... actually fell down a lot really... waited tables for the first time and totally dropped a tray of soup! said the f word in front of my mom or did she say it first??? (OOPS sorry Candy)... uh you know... normal 23 yr old stuff to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 here i come.... ugh... :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE you guys, ROCK out, God Bless, and sweet dreams.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SqtdPMsONGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XGBKHdxoFPc/s400/Photo+10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380496695510316130" /&gt; (rocket gave me bday kisses before bed hehehe but then he bit my ear... OUCH) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-5017738908320728580?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/5017738908320728580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/5017738908320728580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/5017738908320728580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='a great day'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SqtdPMsONGI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/XGBKHdxoFPc/s72-c/Photo+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-5056548835700688164</id><published>2009-08-25T00:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T00:25:12.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sorry i haven't written in a while.... i am going to get motivated to blog about something of significance soon even if i have to make it up :) i'll start brainstorming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-5056548835700688164?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/5056548835700688164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-i-havent-written-in-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/5056548835700688164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/5056548835700688164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-i-havent-written-in-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-3318918601476907122</id><published>2009-07-21T02:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T02:51:28.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SmVzcZDEcyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ii-6K9Z9VWA/s1600-h/0720092150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SmVzcZDEcyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ii-6K9Z9VWA/s400/0720092150.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360817863051735842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my puppy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-3318918601476907122?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/3318918601476907122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-puppy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/3318918601476907122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/3318918601476907122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-puppy.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SmVzcZDEcyI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Ii-6K9Z9VWA/s72-c/0720092150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-8907658844012766431</id><published>2009-07-12T01:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:01:36.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?</title><content type='html'>sorry i haven't written much at all... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so things that make me think, really megan? really!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let me set the scene. couple weeks ago. i'm being awesome. hanging at my fave coffee shop with a project of sorts to do. probably some writing i dont remember. but i decided to listen to some music... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;itunes on shuffle chooses Peter Frampton's "Baby I Love Your Way" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;megan thinks, a moment and decides its a great song to listen to&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::plugs in earphones::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but for some reason she cant hear the song well.....?&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::turns the sound WAY up...ALL THE WAY:: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;thinks, oh its been forever since i listened to this song maybe its a bad version i pirated... i mean *COUGH*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the song is in its final few seconds and it hits me.... my earphone cord isn't fully plugged in so i am BLARING &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; song for the entire room... are you kiddin' me? MEGAN!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i mean thank goodness i wasn't listening to Avenue Q's "Everyone's A Lil Bit Racist" or maybe something worseeee eeeeep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-8907658844012766431?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/8907658844012766431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/8907658844012766431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/8907658844012766431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post_12.html' title='Really?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-9093031754997687393</id><published>2009-06-27T13:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:00:49.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FLASHBACK FRI...SATURDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i missed FLASHBACK FRIDAY... so even though its Saturday i still wanna have one :) I scanned some pics lately and put them on facebook that were from way back when so here are a few to share :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SkZqT1d1EOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L8dodgHugcU/s1600-h/snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SkZqT1d1EOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L8dodgHugcU/s400/snow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082096178663650" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;awww SNOW! i remember that dog in my mind as a kid as being like a big sheep dog! now i see how small she actually was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SkZqTfW5Y_I/AAAAAAAAAI4/r1d_CuxS_6U/s400/80s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082090244006898" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WELL hello 80's!!!! hahaha i love this pic! mostly i love the hair and the style but i also laugh at my funny face! i really never learned how to smile properly, and veronica still makes fun of me for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SkZqTmkY7NI/AAAAAAAAAJA/zJXrlZLS0Pk/s400/90s.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352082092179647698" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;90's! its funny because in this picture Brandee and Ali are both a little younger than i am now. I love that I grew up having older siblings, what a help and blessing that has been for me! I do kinda wish that we had been in college around the same time as them though, I would have had fun giving guys a hard time who tried to date either of my sisters! I imagine Jason and I would have had a Ska band or something :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;ROCK and ROLL, LOVE, GOD BLESS, and CHEERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-9093031754997687393?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/9093031754997687393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/06/flashback-frisaturday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/9093031754997687393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/9093031754997687393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/06/flashback-frisaturday.html' title='FLASHBACK FRI...SATURDAY!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SkZqT1d1EOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/L8dodgHugcU/s72-c/snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-2266309215904860780</id><published>2009-06-16T00:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T01:06:27.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do you know ED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this is completely random and irrelevant i know, and there are tons of other things i could type about... sorry i am lacking in my prose as of late... just been really busy with stuff in ze life and not feeling inspired to do much writing... or much of anything.  however, this thought just crossed my head about 20 mins ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;was reading an email.. junk really not pertaining to me at all... about someone who is going to be interviewing the stunt class i used to go. well they had the same last name as a lady i worked with last summer teaching... its probably terrible to write about it online because that makes it out there for the ENTIRE world to see... but lets face it, the chances of her reading this and knowing i am referencing HER are slim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;just wanted to say that reading that last name made me grin with complete bliss that this summer i am not working with that wicked witch. wow. what relief. she was a menace honestly. constantly striving to make a slight mockery out of me in front of my coworkers, but i held my ground with a smirk and did my job while secretly hoping she might have explosive diarrhea... i know thats wrong... terrible really... but i am sure in the last entire year she has had to "exercise the demons" through her... *cough* at least once, so the debt has been paid... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;off to read some WICKED!!! i like this book! maybe thats my inspiration... being mean! last night my friend from community group gave me permission to stop being so nice! SO YEAH take that! yeah! um. yeah! er... i should go... awkward... YOUR MOM! yeah... er.. she's pretty. or uh... oh crap. bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;love, God Bless, rock on, and Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ps. would the friggin people who live above me and over one PLEASE stop playing the same song on repeat????.. it sucks whatever it is!!! but maybe it beats their usual choice of techno celine dion... no lie... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-2266309215904860780?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/2266309215904860780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-know-ed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2266309215904860780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2266309215904860780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-know-ed.html' title='do you know ED?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-3190815528530453374</id><published>2009-06-09T01:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T02:03:00.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Action is eloquence. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-William Shake-speare&lt;div&gt; (sorry i like to hyphenate his name sometimes) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i like this quote. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-3190815528530453374?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/3190815528530453374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/3190815528530453374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/3190815528530453374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_09.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-2253510007597459115</id><published>2009-06-05T01:29:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T02:05:57.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't sweat the little things..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BANGS!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SijBFRpSSTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Nqlcil-cDJY/s1600-h/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SijBFRpSSTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Nqlcil-cDJY/s400/25.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343733254255167794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;i do NOT like myself with true bangs... i did it for an audition to appear 16 within 24 hrs... i dont think i seem 16... oh wait... *cough* i actually.... had a meltdown and cried about my HAIR!? um yeah i think i fit the part just fine! hahaha i was just worried that if i didn't look my very best then it would be something to keep me from being considered further. it went well, we'll see... on another note, i had the most fun ever in an audition on wednesday though. it was to do some stunt work for a PSA commercial about tobacco. i got to be kicked in the stomach and beat up by a GIANT man for a while. it was sooo fun! well i must get some rest! tomorrow (well technically today), i'll try to think of a friday flashback cause i totally missed last week's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love, Hugs, God Bless, ROCK ON signs, and Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-2253510007597459115?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/2253510007597459115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2253510007597459115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/2253510007597459115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='don&apos;t sweat the little things..'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SijBFRpSSTI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Nqlcil-cDJY/s72-c/25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-6170333987726260331</id><published>2009-05-25T23:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:50:27.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you can QUOTE me on that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i like quotes. witty ones. inspiring ones. famous ones. crazy ones... i like words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;my friend Veronica says "words create reality." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the point of this particular blog post is that i am going to start collecting quotes. i would love it if you would post some of your favorites in the comment box also paaa-lease!!! :) they can be from ANYTHING. the Bible. music lyrics. something funny Krissy said. a movie. a favorite book. a book you hate. something a stranger said in the blip of a conversation you heard while walking past. anything... i'll post blogs here and there with these quotes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;so here are just a few to get started with...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sometimes I wish that I was the weather, you'd bring me up in conversation forever. And when it rained, I'd be the talk of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-John Mayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Acting is merely the art of keeping a large group of people from coughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Sir Ralph Richardson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Forbidden to remember. Terrified to forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Twilight Series: New Moon (i read this sentence so many times when i came across it... wow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I will examine the psychological lint in my belly button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Mrs. Mac (one of my college theatre professors in reference to taking too long to "think" in a scene)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Life's a bitch, if it were a slut it'd be easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-I don't know who said it, but its funny. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Many a false step is made by standing still. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-A Veronica quote from a Fortune Cookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It's like candy, but with blood, which makes it so much better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Everything will be okay in the end. If its not, its not the end yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-A friend of mine, Chelsea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I love acting. It is so much more real than life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In the silence of the night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Judy Garland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Peeper: "Hinesight is always 57..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Allison: "You mean... 20/20?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Peeper: "Wait...HAHA I was thinking Heinz 57!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Peeper Fowler ladies and gentlemen :) I love her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To do a great right do a little wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-William Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Merchant of Venice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you not know I am a woman? When I think, I must speak."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-William Shakespeare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As You Like It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(i will try to limit myself to one Shakespeare per post eeep... maybe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i hope that everyone had a relaxing weekend. today a group of friends and i went canoeing for a few hours and then to eat at my new favorite mexican food restaurant in Austin. Trudy's :) its great food at a cheap price! my sunburn from today is funny and splotchy in places from my lack of care whilst reapplying sunscreen mid-ride. it was a nice day. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Rock OUT, Loads of LOVE, God Bless, and Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-6170333987726260331?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/6170333987726260331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_5113.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6170333987726260331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6170333987726260331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_5113.html' title='you can QUOTE me on that...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-6137981859357416719</id><published>2009-05-25T00:32:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T01:30:57.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>soap?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;o i think i'll get on a random soap box of opinion. excuse me while i step onto this soap box...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and btw-why is it a soap box? was it like a make-shift platform to stand on? why soap boxes? why not a ketchup box? a microwave box? surely a fridge box would make you even taller than a soap box? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Oh yeah!? You don't like people smacking their gum... Me neither, let me get on my MiscellaneousThingsStillNotUpackedSinceMovingOutOfMyCollegeDorm BOX!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i mean how big is this "soap" box anyways!? and does that imply that i am not intimidating enough at 5'3" to speak my mind and let you know how much of an idiot you are by the furrowing of my (almost invisible) eyebrows!!! grrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;alright. joke has died and i am still trying to squeeze a chuckle outta ya... moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;okay okay okay i have a confession i really dont have anything i feel like ranting about but while you're here i will tell you a couple things that do actually get on my nerves in life....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;people who sing at concerts or at musicals loud enough that i can't enjoy the people who get paid to do it.  UNLESS you do what the person in the video below did.. then i will like you! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="  white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2Ip1zENsU8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2Ip1zENsU8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and thongs. i hate thongs. i am sorry. they are not sexy. unless you are perfectly shaped-and who really is? unless you are megan fox basically. (haha i am mildly obsessed with her and there may or may not be a poster of her in her skivvies hanging over my bed, but that is TOTALLY beside the point... she is just hot and not really a good actress). anyways thongs are gross. it would never be acceptable for a person walking down the street to stop in place and wipe their butt with the shirt on their back and put the shirt back ON...??? well thats sorta what is going on constantly when you wear a thong... ALSO i know they are very uncomfortable at first and if you say that you dont feel it you are not being fully honest. at some point the FIRST time you wore one it was odd feeling i KNOW... and its like playing guitar. i am reminding JoshyPants as he learns to play guitar that eventually his fingers will stop hurting because he will build up CALLUSES! CALLUSES LADIES! your crack doesn't feel the thong because...well you can make the correlation youself. EEEEEK ICKY ICKY ICKY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;alright thats enough rambling for me tonight! just trying to change the world one thong lover at a time... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Much Love, God Bless, ROCK OUT, and Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-6137981859357416719?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/6137981859357416719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_25.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6137981859357416719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6137981859357416719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_25.html' title='soap?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-7582904660663248338</id><published>2009-05-23T23:50:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:54:42.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>do re me fa so la......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;confession time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i am so envious of people who can sing. i love listening to extremely talented singers. this is definitely the easiest way to wrap me around your little finger&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt; because if you were to sing (and broadway belt it baby) "megan i really hate you. hate you hate you. and your breath smells like a diaper on fire!" i would probably want to kiss you on the lips if it sounded like you belong on stage&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt; accepting a Tony Award... SO, tomorrow morning i'm driving to san antonio for an entire day worth of vocal, acting, and dance auditions for a musical that i probably have no chance of being cast in... dang! why can't i exchange my amazing toe pinching skills, combined with my superior &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;knowledge of the psychological habits of the flea in reference to existentialism, my dashingly good looking elbows and ears, and my secret super powers that involve controlling the minds of the innocent people reading this blog....i mean.. uhmm.. could i please please please exchange these incredible qualities for the ability to friggin' sing!? ...sigh... if you can sing, sing your little heart out today where ever you go. do it for the lesser ones like me w&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "&gt;ho make up the groundlings in the performance of life next to your awesomeness and increDELICOUS voices! grrrrr i bite my thumb in your general direction! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShjgaPPrjNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JhpqbarrxMI/s320/l_d235d4012d89042c23ce4da75423325a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339264099621244114" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(Dec 2007 About to watch SPRING AWAKENING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ROCK OUT, Much Love, God Bless and Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-7582904660663248338?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/7582904660663248338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7582904660663248338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7582904660663248338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_23.html' title='do re me fa so la......'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShjgaPPrjNI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/JhpqbarrxMI/s72-c/l_d235d4012d89042c23ce4da75423325a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-7074882750373906525</id><published>2009-05-22T01:50:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:11:23.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>back when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;i like katie's "friday flashbacks," so i thought i would give it a try. i was thinking about all the things i was doing in the past few years during this time of may/summer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2008:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZbFV5QmSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XreB_ImaWp8/s1600-h/n34400146_33413795_4332.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZbFV5QmSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XreB_ImaWp8/s320/n34400146_33413795_4332.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338554555629082914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;celebrating Addie's BDAY :) he made us all dress up for PF CHANGS we looked pretty snazzy :) that was a very fun night we even took fake prom like pics whilst waiting forev's for the table because there were probably 15 of us &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZio9GUDOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/uKREQqrEVZk/s320/l_9858794b1deeba7fa5e9454d34d058ed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338562864029633762" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my last ever themed theatre party in college! this was the Disney Party. Mike as Smee from Hook hehehe :) this was at the "Spring '08 Tragic B*tch Awards Party" haha. this was a tradition in the Theatre department that started a year ago or so that every semester there would be this chance to give people "Tragic B*tch Awards" for really stupid, funny, crazy or "tragic" things they did during the semester. we nominated the weeks before on facebook in a private group then during the party you vote and sometime after midnight they count and give them out. :) a very very funny event that i am so glad i didn't graduate before it got started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZbFoM4B7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/sLFFnILFBbk/s320/n34400146_33414107_3236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338554560543197106" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the theatre banquet... I love Mrs. Mac. totally my college mentor and the best professor ever "From your VISCERA honey!" She really has huge hair too and some people believe its full of SECRETS! hahaha she taught me everything acting, directing, dialects, film acting, how to flirt... all of it! i hope to be that crazy one day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZbFw0mWmI/AAAAAAAAAHY/6immgPo3lqg/s320/n34405144_33454274_3679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338554562857294434" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Graduating College with a bunch of awesomely talented Theatre and Musical Theatre people! Ahhh time for the "real world" a few people are missing from this pic though like nathan, blythe, henry... cody...and on and on... i bet at least 5 people in this picture make it big one day! seriously. first dibs are on... hmm Scott McCarrey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZdMY1sjLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/2r0g-xcltVI/s320/IMG_2232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338556875701783730" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Moving in with Ali, Bryan, and Brenna to work at the Redd School. That was a really fun summer full of tons and tons of laughs! I never earned the "line of the day" which is a contest with Ali and Bryan but i definitely enjoyed working out at LA Fitness and then eating at the Cheesecake Factory a bunch :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZblbLWsBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/h8Hg1HTSqss/s320/l_9067b55376883159f48ab7bc2c513cde.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338555106802970642" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Working at the Redd School trying to teach 1st-8th graders how to act, sing, and dance eeep not fun I will never forget some of these little kiddos. Its funny how i am soooo thankful I am not doing that this summer, but honestly a tiny tiny part of me will miss it. I will miss the people and the excitement those tiny sonofab...i mean those darling little rascals had about things.. certainly will miss being called Mister Megan. and the smoothie king runs with Jennifer where we wished someone would spike the caribbean way with rum to make it through the rest of the day haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZblA7LKqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/6XSSz6y4hwY/s320/l_1004b20e77e2c9d1e3bd30c309514266.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338555099755784866" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;thankfully Saralynn was interning at FOX News in Houston so we hung out bunches and watched tons of "So You Think You Can Dance" We made a bunch of really funny improv videos and i currently miss her like crazy! i am so sad i didn't get to see her get married :( in april... lame... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZn4pl1NkI/AAAAAAAAAII/hkj6vxZCxdM/s320/l_e56cf8e8bdae60001fe1d08de6aa33e4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338568631229167170" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and but OF COURSE this summer i spent reading the Twilight series so in August I stood in line with Redd School counselors and got Breaking Dawn that i read in 3 days... (katie finished it like that first night i think right?) then it was my goal to make Ali then Brandee read it! bwa ha ha ha haaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2007:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXzOQbJ7I/AAAAAAAAAF4/hCKUHm0xSjU/s320/n38411853_32413432_6267.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338550945806231474" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Yay rehearsals in Birmingham ("Bham") for a summer with Student Life Camp on the Aqua Team. haha i had no idea what to expect but i was thrilled and sooo thankful to get to do it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXzrjT49I/AAAAAAAAAGI/DZenwMHINnY/s320/l_68f92cc33624bb7aa8de39f3df8576ac.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338550953670075346" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;lunch at our first camp :) haha we are all wearing our name tags. eventually most of us quit even though we were supposed to wear it. i wore mine backwards most of the time. i remember this exact lunch because kids kept coming up to us and getting kat and i mixed up and for some reason so did Ireland OUR CAMP DIRECTOR! ha Irish!? they would tell me that i sang so great i should do it professionally... hahaha you got it backwards peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZYExPnUSI/AAAAAAAAAGo/-CDubwHrllA/s320/n36617143_32402097_5388.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338551247255851298" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The night before we did our very first "Celebration" performance. I was creating my jeans for "Hairmetal Hannah" this was when i was still spending the last hour of my nights reading that sappy love story Christian book... redeeming love? hehe i very quickly after the first couple nights of camp got wayyy too busy for leisure reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXzRMJItI/AAAAAAAAAGA/M0fs6OsXTbE/s320/n36617143_32719087_4867.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338550946593579730" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;spoken word performance of "This Is My Reality" there actually is a video on the student life website of another acting team doing this, its really cool if you are bored check it out &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;http://www.studentlife.com/events/videos.php?&amp;amp;cNav=1450&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZYE38_yCI/AAAAAAAAAGg/6Ofv2bCWq1Q/s320/n502439004_82990_4617.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338551249056811042" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;during "Celebration" every day we would perform a song that was based on the mail students wrote in about funny random things happening to them at camp. we had a handful of real songs that were popular on the radio that we learned, and we would just write new words from the new letters and such... i wish i had some of these on video because they were pretty hilarious and rockin' too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZafeJpKSI/AAAAAAAAAG4/12wLJN_sQKY/s320/l_2940b1a7ffae2b078100cfa79e4b9948.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338553905010256162" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;South Padre Island, Tx Sand Castle Contest Day yay! my group should have gotten last place because ours totally stank! the one that won was of a giant IPOD :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZZRi8__NI/AAAAAAAAAGw/vqQVBEnWLsc/s320/n96301398_30230411_9902.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338552566269607122" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;this is what the life of AT2AP looks like. LATE LATE LATE night song writing and rehearsal for the next morning's song and lots of pizza... (that explains the 15 lbs. i gained from may-aug '07) eep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZafluFwBI/AAAAAAAAAHA/W_2YAJwKFcQ/s320/l_a83f5292ca4238261649c01c4df04166.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338553907042172946" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and of course the bridge i jumped off of at the end of the summer in pennsylvania :) i posted this one just cause i know my mom loves it! hehe NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2006:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXy-g0YVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Vf9kYbrYjVA/s1600-h/n34409839_30599926_9354.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXy-g0YVI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Vf9kYbrYjVA/s320/n34409839_30599926_9354.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338550941580026194" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;APO officer retreat. the last time i went camping. middle of the night we were attacked by a raccoon! eeep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXyljUQGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fjCp0yMOxB4/s1600-h/n34409839_30600210_9213.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXyljUQGI/AAAAAAAAAFo/fjCp0yMOxB4/s320/n34409839_30600210_9213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338550934879617122" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;breakfast time in the woods! what are jen and i doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXQUZIjzI/AAAAAAAAAFA/D17vnc_Bp5o/s320/5:28:06.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338550346157952818" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;the very first time i had sushi! May 28, 2006 with my great friend Rick! a caterpillar roll and a california roll yummmyyyy! i am forever changed and i love love love sushi now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXQovjhvI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lCuhlzmJx3I/s320/n34405144_30602728_1203.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338550351620703986" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;baaahaha same day in the statue garden of houston with rick! this pic always makes me laugh because its just so awkward and funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZXQ9HKcXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HDv4AlcoRr0/s320/n34405144_30602733_3523.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338550357088432498" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;got my nose pierced that same day! and now i miss it bunches :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God Bless, Rock Out, and A Whole Lotta Love! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-7074882750373906525?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/7074882750373906525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7074882750373906525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7074882750373906525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_22.html' title='back when...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/ShZbFV5QmSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XreB_ImaWp8/s72-c/n34400146_33413795_4332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-288383330323002209</id><published>2009-05-16T19:35:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T04:12:53.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eww don't make me take back my "Bless You!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i'm currently writing on a saturday night whilst sitting in a coffee shop.. my internet isn't working so until i get it fixed i shall visit my fave coffee shop in ATX. today was jam packed... had a funny audition for a tv show that i am sure i am not suited for but it was fun at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/Sg9lFvb86XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xTTHCLcG-dA/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336595232764782962" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;God's blessings sometimes look rather odd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the other night after my workout with Greg, i ate a sandwich from Jimmy Johns. a tasty treat actually! i head home to shower and watch the season finale of Grey's... WELL... all of a sudden IT hits me. my tummy is hurtin'... but i'm home so... OMG... WOW! i went from complete health to exercising the demons from my... *COUGH*... so.. in the midst of this disaster, my cell is ringing constantly in the other room... low and behold i was supposed to be at the first rehearsal for a film i was recently cast in... errrrr i totally forgot because i was obsessed with watching greys... so here's the moral of the story. yeah maybe it sucks to miss rehearsal. and maybe it sucks to have "explosive" moments. but hey God totally blessed me in that he allowed me and my ...issue... to be safe and at home! ha! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so i keep having to go to the library and this coffee shop to check my email for auditions and junk because of my internet issue... sucks... except early this morning i am chillin at the coffee shop replying to business emails and junk and realize that the people behind me are talking with someone they are interviewing to do special effects makeup for their film in which part will be shot in south america and yada yada yada... sooo i took this as a networking opportunity and before i left i grabbed a headshot and resume from my car and gave it to them. they were pretty cool and who knows maybe they will call me one day. we'll see. so crummy internet problem could be a blessing in disguise. hopefully they fix it tomorrow or monday though...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;okay. so i am about to go home and watch Across the Universe because its raining outside and i am sooo freaking tired of being out and about. i just wanna rest and be chillaxing the rest of the weekend. um yeah the guy across the room in the top hat (i mean are you kiddin' me? are you the mad hater from alice's tea party?) just sneezed really big and totally did the whole arm nose wipe. yep from inside elbow ALLLLLL the way to wrist. GAG ME WITH A CHAINSAW! i totally said "God bless you!" and a quiet "ewww" leaked out too OOPS! alright i better go. hope your weekend is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;ps. if you get bored watch this video inspired by another tragic dinner gone wrong in my life several months back... why me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFNDtPTfEnI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFNDtPTfEnI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and i swear one day i'll write another song appropriate for the internet and less..well less gross... i just write about the things that inspire me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;LOVE, God Bless, ROCK ON, and Cheers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-288383330323002209?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/288383330323002209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-currently-writing-on-saturday-night.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/288383330323002209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/288383330323002209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-currently-writing-on-saturday-night.html' title='eww don&apos;t make me take back my &quot;Bless You!&quot;'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/Sg9lFvb86XI/AAAAAAAAAEw/xTTHCLcG-dA/s72-c/Photo+27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-7754344052505230910</id><published>2009-05-04T01:09:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:08:45.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i mean.. pirates are cool!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a good sunday. slept in and skipped sunday school (oops). went to "big church" (which btw, i love calling it that). lunch with my parents which included boudain OF COURSE (i can't stop eating it because i miss it so much when i am in austin). read a little of the book &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let the Right One In &lt;/span&gt;(which i can't believe i haven't finished yet). longest nap in the history of sundays. family time and watched some behind the scenes stuff on one of the Twilight DVDs. fishing in the pond with Krissy, Brandee, and Jrod! Daddy made me a grilled cheese, yummy! went to the movies with Bran, Jrod and Krissy to see the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghosts of Girlfriends Past&lt;/span&gt;. (Brandee dated Daniel Sunjata in college who played the role of Brad). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;currently thinking about a few different things. Troy. do pray for him if you read this. i can't imagine how they are all holding u&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;p through t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;his situation except to say that the Lord God is giving them all strength they have. and also on my mind is thinking about how i have a beautiful little n&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;iece in China that i cannot wait to meet one day. Laila. ;) its like 13 hours ahead there... i think? hmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so this week Joshua and i are going on a trip to South Padre to board the BLACK DRAGON PIRATE SHIP! he planned this surprise for me a while back and i'm thrilled to be able to dress like a pirate and just have a blast!! Gyarrr Mateys!! Therr be many a picturre on the wayyyy! Can you believe h&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;e a&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;c&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;tually encourages my obsession with pirates?? haha what is he thinking?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/Sf6Lc4ZA_nI/AAAAAAAAADw/vaVtJT7GcX4/s320/index.php.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331852337143152242" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The Black Dragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/Sf6MYQ224QI/AAAAAAAAAEA/kxmZALBojac/s320/l_fc8a92210e7f0a3a1759a7b4fac61bc5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331853357323051266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/Sf6PuQaSvyI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TQJ1mybze2I/s320/2858_571833723815_34405144_34838787_5653857_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331857033695248162" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/Sf6OxUoiVVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/tIcUOPaj2fU/s320/l_f6671ce240382071f4d473590d249ba0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331855986856711506" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 275px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/Sf6O8jC2iVI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Zd9lhd1vK3Q/s320/l_f7bea8ea72d0fd20ad46b78ab03939eb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331856179703744850" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so maybe I have dressed like a pirate on a lot of occasions from a kid to now... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well i must go practice my pirate cursing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God Bless, Rock Out, and Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-7754344052505230910?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/7754344052505230910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-sunday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7754344052505230910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/7754344052505230910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/good-sunday.html' title='i mean.. pirates are cool!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/Sf6Lc4ZA_nI/AAAAAAAAADw/vaVtJT7GcX4/s72-c/index.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-9067399728990006765</id><published>2009-05-01T02:34:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T03:01:27.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>auction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so let me set the scene for you guys... spent the day hanging out with the BF. went to beaumont. had lunch with Megan &amp;amp; Matt from college who were in town. visited Troy, who under the circumstances looked really good today. got a dressy git-up to wear to Hillary's (Josh's sister) wedding. (Josh picked it out! and its soooo "presh" btw so i am quite impressed with this boy). hung out around home. Daddy got his tractor stuck IN the pond in the back yard. Josh and Jarrod helped him pull it out...i took pics...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfqnV5WQSoI/AAAAAAAAADI/Vvhn1Fdu550/s320/cp1_0430091608.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330757103559658114" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfqsBTEdOrI/AAAAAAAAADo/_TvAsMnYtR0/s320/cp1_0430091908a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330762247245216434" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfqnWlPlkSI/AAAAAAAAADg/pGtPaTn8IBQ/s320/cp1_0430091908d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330757115342852386" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfqnV9sk3AI/AAAAAAAAADQ/uExv-GBfc3M/s320/cp1_0430091906a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330757104727022594" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfqnWOjMPlI/AAAAAAAAADY/yx3xZT6ULpI/s320/cp1_0430091907a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330757109251063378" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so then... Josh, Mom, and I are all sitting in the kitchen/dinning area... Josh is rocking in the comfy window area chairs and we are all just chatting... he says "I just LOVE these chairs! They are awesome!" and my MOM responds with this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Well, if you marry Megan I will give you both chairs!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;WHAT? You mean to tell me that I am worth TWO comfy chairs that we have owned for 8 years?? she didn't even throw in an ottoman or area rugs or even a dog-gone LAMP! I mean... crap... Megan=Chairs??? are you kidding me? we got an RV outside... clearly Miss Megan isn't quite the RV status.... grrrr... so my dowry has been set... but nobody really asked my opinion... hrmmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;anyone want some comfy rockin' chairs? it will only cost you a lifetime of marital bliss with ME! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;God Bless, ROCK ON, and Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-9067399728990006765?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/9067399728990006765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/auction.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/9067399728990006765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/9067399728990006765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/05/auction.html' title='auction'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfqnV5WQSoI/AAAAAAAAADI/Vvhn1Fdu550/s72-c/cp1_0430091608.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-4235988294057867200</id><published>2009-04-27T02:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:09:10.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend crazies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhn9KuNRI/AAAAAAAAACg/C3WziXOeBRE/s1600-h/CIMG6209.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;A busy weekend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Friday shooting, Saturday roadtrippin' to Huntsvegas to see "The Secret Garden," Sunday shooting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhn9KuNRI/AAAAAAAAACg/C3WziXOeBRE/s1600-h/CIMG6209.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhn9KuNRI/AAAAAAAAACg/C3WziXOeBRE/s320/CIMG6209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329273073125176594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;my buddy greg and i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVixanOAtI/AAAAAAAAACo/HrxDYHCe1ck/s320/CIMG6205.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329274335159780050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;nathan and elyce! they are bunches of fun to travel with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhnjW7AOI/AAAAAAAAACY/o0wxNG_eIfw/s1600-h/098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhnjW7AOI/AAAAAAAAACY/o0wxNG_eIfw/s320/098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329273066197024994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;cemetery shoot with the demon sisters. lots of fun but the wind was a huge tech issue with sound... looks like we will end up having to re-record just sound later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhnXHJEJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SGEXKN-5SGE/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhnXHJEJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/SGEXKN-5SGE/s320/085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329273062909612178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;just a neat pic &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhnLaDd1I/AAAAAAAAACI/YD3SdNtekkk/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhnLaDd1I/AAAAAAAAACI/YD3SdNtekkk/s320/055.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329273059767711570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;keli is a pretty cool chick but her character was quite mean to mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhm74GeHI/AAAAAAAAACA/2gztMGVl7oQ/s1600-h/2925_1057210360891_1544820117_30241746_6280277_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhm74GeHI/AAAAAAAAACA/2gztMGVl7oQ/s320/2925_1057210360891_1544820117_30241746_6280277_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329273055598770290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Sam Houston State University's Theatre Dept performance of "The Secret Garden" It was great to see college buddies rocking it in this show! (i didn't take this pic, i stole it off of facebook...oops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-97f3f6a39675935e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97f3f6a39675935e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331556545%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31C2F2C18BAF80AF843A37DB722D375834FE6031.55D2436B46E63911269D4800C6C8A68425F3D973%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97f3f6a39675935e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMEagWwwTCin97OpTQWXo11OpkLg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D97f3f6a39675935e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331556545%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31C2F2C18BAF80AF843A37DB722D375834FE6031.55D2436B46E63911269D4800C6C8A68425F3D973%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D97f3f6a39675935e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMEagWwwTCin97OpTQWXo11OpkLg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;just a glimpse of our road trip fun... nathan plays harmonica and drives, elyce works on project, i read nathan's comics, and greg reads comics, helps elyce with her project, and plays cameraman/radio DJ ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;RANDOM thoughts: just started working on my first ever screenplay! YAY!!! i had a few ideas for a film for a while now and finally i decided to talk to my friend greg about writing it together and *cue the scary music* co-DIRECTING it too! wooooooahhh! scary but i am thrilled! i really really really want to direct a film! so far we seem to be a great creative team so i think the process is going to be a lot of fun! can't wait to get to the finished product... of course that can take... well forever. we'll see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;wanna know what its about? hehehe i can't really tell you or i would have to kill you, but i will say it fits perfectly in the type of movies that i LOVE! its a DARK DARK Comedy that involves the Mafia/Mob... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVsXesrcCI/AAAAAAAAADA/GW19KUUldUs/s320/2590952089_423a9d39e5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329284884696100898" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVsXeA3UdI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zWo4qVatW_4/s320/Pulp_Fiction-cover-e.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329284884512330194" /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVsXINunvI/AAAAAAAAACw/qux7tx-GXvI/s320/FightClub.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329284878660706034" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;these are pretty much my top favorite movies... i love braveheart...mean girls... anchorman... and many others... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;anyways i better get to bed. hope everyone's weekend was great! have a blessed week! enjoy your MANIC MONDAY!  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;God Bless, ROCK OUT, &amp;amp; Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;m.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-4235988294057867200?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=97f3f6a39675935e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/4235988294057867200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/4235988294057867200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/4235988294057867200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='weekend crazies!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfVhn9KuNRI/AAAAAAAAACg/C3WziXOeBRE/s72-c/CIMG6209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-6398444678183507383</id><published>2009-04-24T01:42:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T03:10:10.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>eventful at least</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div&gt;hello all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;so....i got a crash course on what it feels like to be a puppet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfFvER0vEyI/AAAAAAAAABg/AYZWF0TMBPQ/s200/ER.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328161953450758946" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;yesterday. working out with my buddy greg. almost passed out. had horrible abdominal pain. went to ER. found out it was an ovarian cyst that ruptured. awesome. had to get an ultrasound. no big deal right? right. nope. wrong. internal ultrasound also because apparently you gotta get all up in so&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;meone's biz to see their ovaries correctly. oh joy. quite the hit. howev&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;er, i'm thinking the highlight of the entire event though was when the hooker, i mean&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; DOCTOR, doctor, decided that the ringing phone that was SEVERAL&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; inches out of her reach was important enough to reach over and answer with her "free-hand" even t&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;hough she was holding a giant, sword-like instrument &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;in my.... *cough*... yeah try that thought on for size... ::reach reach reach:: i was thinking "BY THE GREAT BEARD OF ZEUS thi&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;s is PAINFUL!" however i'll be fine. thankfully Greg and Samantha were there to help and took really good care of me!!! they are no short of awesome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;i have a new respect and empathy for Elmo. eep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;other than THAT adventure the only other things goin&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;g on this week were a few&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; auditions (some that went well others that were so so) and a bit of shooting for the film i'm working on called&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; "Hunters" its an action packed sci-fi film about 3 demon hunters. One who approaches it from a religious stand point, one who uses science, and another who uses pagan and witch craft. my character is the witch craft chick! she's pret&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;ty hardcore. i'm looking forward to doing my first serious hand to hand fight scene!! yay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfFuEz8c_8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/qlipmZsF_sc/s320/hunters1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328160863098306498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfFuQkCYQ_I/AAAAAAAAABA/KKg9PoLwbNA/s320/hunters2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328161064986625010" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfFunPHPxrI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5wfJl1EbO2Q/s320/hunters4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328161454506886834" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; setting up a shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfFum1uM69I/AAAAAAAAABI/RSgSbHMm12I/s320/hunters3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328161447690955730" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Greg (my buddy) is a camera man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfFzohXTSyI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3QTmio-jKAg/s320/2814_88158605038_87510095038_2398643_5757184_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328166974144072482" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfFydBa46RI/AAAAAAAAABw/cZTk4_8jpYs/s320/2814_88157500038_87510095038_2398605_4299134_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328165677078997266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;(left to right) Nathan my good friend who is playing the scientist character, myself playing the gothic witch craft girl, and Kevin playing the religious character, and we are the "HUNTERS" (cue the scary music!)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;well enough rambling for now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;ROCK OUT, God Bless!! and Cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;m. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-6398444678183507383?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/6398444678183507383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-all-so.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6398444678183507383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/6398444678183507383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-all-so.html' title='eventful at least'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/SfFvER0vEyI/AAAAAAAAABg/AYZWF0TMBPQ/s72-c/ER.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765511404309872585.post-4716744882941059023</id><published>2009-04-20T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T02:08:20.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello there</title><content type='html'>well hello there! and how do you do?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no one really says that anymore do they? "how do you do?" hmm here i am blogging. this uh, bloggin' business isn't too difficult is it? i mean, i am used to doing everything with one click here and there and being done. i'm a true american with the attention span and patience of a mere rock. see rocks have no attention span or patience... wait.. oh.. epic fail. thats wasn't really funny was it? blasted!!! but yes, i have little patience. has anyone noticed that recently when paying with debit cards you are now required to answer a bajillion questions just to friggin pay for your gum or late night snikers bar that you don't need since you jogged an extra 2 mins on the treadmill for....??? okay, what i mean to say is that... well it just goes like this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cashier rings in your item and tells you the total pretending not to judge you for the king size snickers bar and the fact that you are wearing jersey men's shorts and an army button up from the 60's... i mean... dead sexy right? (yes it is confirmed that i am strange... moving on... nothing to see here....).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::you slide your card::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"debit or credit?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;::selects 'debit'::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"do you know your pin number?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::brow furrows thinks "well i wouldn't friggin try if i didn't" selects 'yes':: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"pin number?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;::****::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"would you like cash back?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::thinks yes but i don't have any. selects 'no'::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"your mother's maiden name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::reese::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"your favorite card game?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::weighs options in head between  spades and poker while people start&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to pile up in line behind  you and&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stomach growls for snikers... &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;selects "spades!"::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"biggest fear?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::spiders, failure, the woman behind me in line who is about to drop kick&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my "a" from here to New Mexico if i&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;do not FRIGGIN FINISH THIS!::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"is this total correct $____?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::selects yes::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"have you ever been cheated on?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::smiles confidently and selects 'no'::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"we're sorry your information is incorrect please try again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;::WT..............!!!!!::&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:) i think i shall have fun with this bloggin' business... right now i'm living in ATX and currently unemployed "formally," but busy working on films and auditioning my little heart out. i have had some interesting ups and downs since graduating college about a year ago now. and believe me i will tell many funny, wild, shocking, and incriminating stories as time goes on... and i can promise to throw in a few boring blogs so that you can soak in just a little more adequate nap time! (i'm thoughtful). so stick around and y'all will hear about me flashing a preacher, threatening some gangstas' lives that i would "cap them,"  the evilness of a fraud filmmaker i want to kick in the shins, the guy that still owes me a lot money, dancing on a bar, jumping off a bridge, getting out of speeding tickets 101, attempted stunt driving, times i should have had my ace kicked, funny people i have met, all the stupid things i have said (and will continue to say) at the perfectly WRONG time, absolute rambling, great facts and stories about my family and friends, off the wall pirate cursing... and a whole lot more... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;very much LOVE, God Bless, Rock Out, and CHEERS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765511404309872585-4716744882941059023?l=whataboutb0b.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/feeds/4716744882941059023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-there.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/4716744882941059023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765511404309872585/posts/default/4716744882941059023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whataboutb0b.blogspot.com/2009/04/hello-there.html' title='hello there'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11023334638944364084</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fQIpgxfPhCg/TB_5jOcJ61I/AAAAAAAAAQU/BbK7P3Hh1-I/S220/IMG_8539.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
