BLAM

I don't know why I'm typing all my titles in all caps lately. Maybe I just like making you yell in your head when you're reading. LIKE THIS. You just yelled in your head. And. When. I. Type. Like. This. You. Pause. Between. Each. Word.

Basically, I control your mind. No worries. I won't use you to rob any banks or anything. At worst, you'll have to be the one to get up and get me a drink. It's not so bad, promise. I take my water with ice cubes imported from the Swedish Alps and blessed by a left handed Irish priest though. Hope you don't mind.

Did I really just go on a full tangent about mind control and how I like my water?

I did, didn't I? Well, that's pretty much my week in a nutshell, and this week HASN'T EVEN STARTED YET.

Made you yell.

LOL. Anyway.

Now that I've made it a little louder in your head, I must say farewell. I'm buried under a mountain of school work so daunting that for the past twenty minutes it's looked a lot like this in my head,

I'm all out of firearms though, so I'm doomed to slog through the mountain. Somebody remind me why I'm going to pay thousands of dollars to put myself through an unnecessary 4 more years of this, because I frankly can't remember why I thought it was such a good idea.

Go ahead. Tell me I'm luckier than half the planet. Don't be surprised when I punch you in the face, and then do this,

Adieu!

Love,
Megan

CROSSDRESSSING.

Well, not quite.

It's been a while, I know, I know. Come, lay your head gently on my shoulder. We'll slow dance a little and the pain will fade, I promise.

Anyway. I took some time off of blogging because I'm lazy and had nothing witty to say to concentrate on my schooling. You understand I hope. If not, then feel free to slow dance a little more.

So, since it's March Break, I've been doing a whole pile of nothing. Like, really nothing. Like, bump on a log nothing. It's been awesome. I like being able to laze around and pretend like I'm a hermit. It's pretty pro, especially since iTunes is such a whore.

That last thing needs a little back story, I know.

So, I'm going to university. And in university, a laptop is kind of a key part of not getting carpal tunnel from writing so much. Instead, you get it from typing so much, with the added bonus of also getting the worst neck cramps known to man. Higher education RULES.

My laptop, affectionately named Elvis, was getting a little... worn down. He was slow, and really, really disliked loading things quickly. So, seeing that it wasn't going to work for university, we AKA my mother decided to get me a new laptop, and she'd then own my old laptop. It's a pretty sweet deal, I know.

So, I've got my new laptop, and I'm undergoing the painful process of moving things from one computer to the next. All is well until I start on iTunes. Yeah. That little shitshow ended with me on the floor screaming, "FINE DON'T LOAD ALL MY CONTENT I DON'T EVEN LIKE MUSIC ANYWAY."

Maybe not that dramatic, but iTunes has been effing with me royally for three days now. Don't email me any iTunes support links. I've read them all in English, Spanish, and my new favourite language Severe Hysteria. Needless to say, though I will continue to stick with iTunes, I harbour a deep hatred for it that I suspect is mutual.

That's not even what I came here to talk about. Are you excited? I AM.

So, I'm cruising the dark side of the internet. It's called Tumblr, and legit, don't even go near the site if you don't want to spend 16 hours straight going from one blog to the next. Seriously. It's like a free supply of never ending lines of cocaine.

So, I'm on tumblr, and I'm looking at random stuff. Then I come across the blog that's all about Supernatural. Thinking that I may have met my soulmate, I'm cruising. Then I come across this thing called Destiel. I'm like, the hell is that, now I wanna click it. So, I did.

And then this happened,

And I was all DEAN SHOULD NOT BE WITH CASTIEL HE SHOULD BE WITH JO. NOT LISA, NOT PAMELA, AND ESPECIALLY NOT AN ANGEL OF THE LORD.

But then I got curious. So I started looking for all the odd parirings, naturally. I stopped when my eyes beheld something called Wincest. Or Dean paired romantically with his BROTHER Sam. Now, I'm not positive, but I think that's illegal.

There were images though. Ones that I may never be able to unsee. So, then I was all,

So my point today is not to go on Tumblr, because you will find something that you will never be able to scrub from your brain. Oh, and that iTunes is a dirty, toothless whore.

Once March Break is over, I'll have things to procrastinate over, so back to our regularly scheduled programming then.

Adieu!

Love,
Megan

FLASHBACK

Are you having one?

Perhaps you're in one.

Are you angsting over a lost moment in time that you desperately wish you could change/take back/redo?

Are you reminiscing about an old flame that you never really got over?

Are you thinking about an old friend who've you've lost contact with?

Are you thinking about an event in your past that would explain why you're a vampire?

If you answered yes to any of the above questions, you're probably having a flashback.

So, I'm having a flashback or twelve today. Now, I'm going to tell you something internet, and you have to promise not to laugh at me. Actually, come to think of it, I've mentioned Jensen Ackles and polygamy in the same sentence at least thirty eight times. You've probably laughed at me quite a bit already.

Alright, laugh. Do your worst internet. COME AT ME, BRO.

Anyway. So, that thing I was going to mention. Now, when I was a young warthog (when he was a young warrrrthoooggg), I was into this thing called anime. And when I say "into", I really mean "obsessed with". I went the whole nine yards. Cosplay, conventions, studying Japan. I went there.

My first cosplay was Rukia from Bleach, by the way. I went the awesome way and made her white kimono from when she was gonna get executed. Just sayin.

So, anyway. That obsession trickled off, and I haven't watched anime in probably two years now.

Flashforward to me sitting on the couch watching Supernatural. All of a sudden, I get this brilliant idea and I'm all,

And I turn excitedly to my poor mother who graciously puts up with all of my insanity, and I'm all, "OMG LOL I'm gonna watch anime!" 

And she's all,

But I get that reaction from her a lot, so I trucker on anyway. I'm like, "OHKAY. Let's finish watching Dean torture Alistair and be ridiculously gorgeous and then turn the anime dial up to ten shall we?"

And she's all, "Okay, daughter. Don't hurt yourself."

And I'm all, "LOL Dean is pouring salt down his throat, what a badass."

And then it's over and I'm like, "Anime timeee!"

So I throw in Inuyasha, a show I loved back in the good old days. It starts and I'm all,

But then as I'm watching, I start to remember just how cheesy anime is. Like, Keanu Reeves cheesy. Cheese Barn cheesy. So then I get all, 

And that, kids, is why flashbacks suck.

Moral of the story: say no to drugs, but yes to puppies. Especially if it's a stranger that offers you the puppies. Nothing can go wrong when puppies are involved, remember that.

I have to go pretend like I care about pre-contact Canada now. 

Adieu!

Love,
Megan