Oh My Chuck

So. It's January 1st. Pretty important day.

No, not just because I'll be legally able to gamble by the end of the month, though that's pretty awesome.

It's because today is the day where everyone whose brain isn't in an mooshy state known as a "hangover" does something special. So special, that once it's acknowledged, it's never mentioned or thought of again. It's called RESOLUTIONS.

Now that 2011 has crashed the party, it's officially the time to get that paper out and write down your ambitions for the year, only to hide it in a spot so magical that you can never find it again. We humans are funny creatures, really.

Anyway, one of my ambitions/resolutions is to blog at least once a week. I do this not to get rich, though that would be pretty cool. I do this because I feel the inescapable urge to leave a mark somewhere in the world wide web. And, to possibly get rich.

H8ters gon h8.

Anyway. I should probably introduce myself, because any post below this was written by a person who is not me. Except if you go back in time, and then it is me. The me that types these words is almost an entirely different person than the one that wrote those. I mean, that person hadn't even figured out her secret love of slam poetry. Pshaw.

So. My name is Megan, and I'm nearly legal gambling age. Figure that one out at your leisure. I read more books than is probably healthy, and I like to write stories in extensively overpriced journals called Moleskines. I don't have a job, live with my mom, and play a lot of video games.

That last part would be a lot worse if I were male, 30 years older, and 300 pounds heavier, amirite?

If you take a little glance to the left, there is a playlist for your convenience. It contains a few of the many songs that reside on my iPod. Whenever people utter that lovely sentiment to me, "You like weird music," I always give them the same shake of my head and denial. Upon rounding up that playlist, I think from now on I'll agree.

So. What do we know so far, class? Megan, girl, 18, weird music, stories, books. Sounds about right.

I also have what's referred to in some medical circles as "Generalized anxiety disorder", which means I have these things called "panic attacks". I say this, because I'm sure it will come up in the future, so I want to have that part of my insanity explained beforehand. This, combined with an overactive imagination makes me someone who is just a little nuts, but who has badass dreams. Like, I wish I could record my dreams. I would kick Avatar's little blue ass with the stuff my grey matter comes up with.

I also like this T.V show called Supernatural, and may have on occasion thought to myself that I could be okay with polygamy, if I could marry Jensen Ackles. Again, I mention this to forewarn anyone for future posts. Oh, and just saying, Chuck is God. That is all.

So. That's okay as far an introductions go, yes? No? Screw you imaginary audience, I'm not a part of your system.

No, I didn't take that from an SNL skit, and I'm offended you asked.

On the plus side, I googled Tuna Fey instead of Tina Fey today. Didn't get the results I was looking for.

Love,
Megan