Music by Joshua Radin
is the most melancholy of music
and every time I hear it
I feel my stomach start to hurt.
I love it and it is so raw and beautiful
I always forget that it seems to be specifically
designed to hurt me when I hear it
that there are corners of my heart that crumple into
themselves when I hear the voice
and the sounds
because even if all I have is beautiful
sometimes all I hear is
"I could lost myself in the rough
blue waters of your eyes and I
miss you still."
And then I have to put something else on
because ouch my heart
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Hi, my name is: Megan
Never in my life have I been: out of the country, to a club, able to take a road trip, seen blue water, able to enjoy cold weather.
The one person/people who can drive me nuts is/are: my brother. I love him to DEATH but we are a true sibling pair....and we are both attention whores at times, which does not help at all.
High school: interesting. Painful in lots of ways. Very informative, but not in a learning way.
When I’m nervous: my face turns bright bright red. According to someone, my hair does too.
The last song I listened to was: Somewhere with You by Kenny Chesney.
If I were to get married right now my best man/maid of honor: Probably Gwen or Hinna.
My hair is: wavy, brown and mid-back length with red and gold natural highlights.
When I was 5: I had a weiner dog named alex.
Last Christmas: My first with the twins. It was fun and hard and somewhat disconcertingly different.
I should be..: Not doing this.
When I look down I see: hands that are beautiful, breasts that are much larger and look alien on my body, a larger tummy from having twins and lots of stretch marks. This is the first time in my life I've looked at my body and not seen beautiful.
The happiest recent event was: toss up between my boys smiles these days and Katie's LBT party. I love how free I felt there. Heheheh
If I were a character on ‘Friends’ I’d be: I don't know. I've honestly never seen it.
By this time next year: Nursing school, ojala.
My current gripe is: I'm always tired and I can't find my effing pills.
I have a hard time understanding: people who like chicken more than beef, the appeal of hipster men, the appeal of shows like the O.C and most reality TV, why I can't stop watching the bachelor.
There’s this girl I know that: is an extremely insecure person currently.
I like it when you: call me for lunch or when you get out of work. Even when I can't talk, it means you are thinking about me. And that's pretty awesome.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: My mom and Michael.
The thing I want to buy: season 2 of Canivale, more charmed, buffy books and lots of hot cheetoes!
If you visited the place I was born: you’d be at the right hospital. In the perfect medical center to be sick.
If you spent the night at my house: You’d probably not get a lot of sleep and be horrified by the mess of my room, but we’d spend all night talking. We’d exchange books, and watch Grey’s Anatomy or Buffy.
I’d stop my wedding if: I found out he’d cheated. Or alternately, if someone came out with a gun. Then I’d whip out my gun that I fully plan on hiding in my skirt and shoot the shit out of them.
The world could do without: mudwhompers. Jersey shore. A LOT of anime. Britney Spears. Orange nail polish.
I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: holy fucking shit that sounds horrific.
Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: Sexy black FM (extra points if you know what that means ) S&M Lady Gaga leather pumps. Big hoop earrings. The Repo Man soundtrack.
Most recent thing someone else bought me: Cokes and some awesome gum.
My middle name is: Tired.
In the morning I: am trying to feed children quickly and going back to sleep for an hour or two.
The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: whales, except I fucking hate whales. So dolphins.
Once, at a bar: technically and under in a court of law, I’d swear I’ve never been to a bar. And I haven’t, I’ve only ever been to restaurants with bars in them.
Last night I was: trying to sleep, eating, and watching OZ, my new show. Its dark and twisty, I love it.
There’s this guy I know who: el tiene mi Corazon por todo tiempo.
If I was an animal I’d be: some kind of cat. I’m a hunter at heart. Lots of affection but lots of capacity for cruelty as well.
A better name for me would be: I’d love to be Angel.
Tomorrow I am: all my tomorrows this week, I’m relaxing. And then after that comes planning for school, jobs and wedding.
Tonight I am: ;) but really, I’m going to sleep
My birthday is: in May. :-)
Never in my life have I been: out of the country, to a club, able to take a road trip, seen blue water, able to enjoy cold weather.
The one person/people who can drive me nuts is/are: my brother. I love him to DEATH but we are a true sibling pair....and we are both attention whores at times, which does not help at all.
High school: interesting. Painful in lots of ways. Very informative, but not in a learning way.
When I’m nervous: my face turns bright bright red. According to someone, my hair does too.
The last song I listened to was: Somewhere with You by Kenny Chesney.
If I were to get married right now my best man/maid of honor: Probably Gwen or Hinna.
My hair is: wavy, brown and mid-back length with red and gold natural highlights.
When I was 5: I had a weiner dog named alex.
Last Christmas: My first with the twins. It was fun and hard and somewhat disconcertingly different.
I should be..: Not doing this.
When I look down I see: hands that are beautiful, breasts that are much larger and look alien on my body, a larger tummy from having twins and lots of stretch marks. This is the first time in my life I've looked at my body and not seen beautiful.
The happiest recent event was: toss up between my boys smiles these days and Katie's LBT party. I love how free I felt there. Heheheh
If I were a character on ‘Friends’ I’d be: I don't know. I've honestly never seen it.
By this time next year: Nursing school, ojala.
My current gripe is: I'm always tired and I can't find my effing pills.
I have a hard time understanding: people who like chicken more than beef, the appeal of hipster men, the appeal of shows like the O.C and most reality TV, why I can't stop watching the bachelor.
There’s this girl I know that: is an extremely insecure person currently.
I like it when you: call me for lunch or when you get out of work. Even when I can't talk, it means you are thinking about me. And that's pretty awesome.
If I won an award, the first person I would tell would be: My mom and Michael.
The thing I want to buy: season 2 of Canivale, more charmed, buffy books and lots of hot cheetoes!
If you visited the place I was born: you’d be at the right hospital. In the perfect medical center to be sick.
If you spent the night at my house: You’d probably not get a lot of sleep and be horrified by the mess of my room, but we’d spend all night talking. We’d exchange books, and watch Grey’s Anatomy or Buffy.
I’d stop my wedding if: I found out he’d cheated. Or alternately, if someone came out with a gun. Then I’d whip out my gun that I fully plan on hiding in my skirt and shoot the shit out of them.
The world could do without: mudwhompers. Jersey shore. A LOT of anime. Britney Spears. Orange nail polish.
I’d rather lick the belly of a cockroach than: holy fucking shit that sounds horrific.
Most recent thing I’ve bought myself: Sexy black FM (extra points if you know what that means ) S&M Lady Gaga leather pumps. Big hoop earrings. The Repo Man soundtrack.
Most recent thing someone else bought me: Cokes and some awesome gum.
My middle name is: Tired.
In the morning I: am trying to feed children quickly and going back to sleep for an hour or two.
The animals I would like to see flying besides birds are: whales, except I fucking hate whales. So dolphins.
Once, at a bar: technically and under in a court of law, I’d swear I’ve never been to a bar. And I haven’t, I’ve only ever been to restaurants with bars in them.
Last night I was: trying to sleep, eating, and watching OZ, my new show. Its dark and twisty, I love it.
There’s this guy I know who: el tiene mi Corazon por todo tiempo.
If I was an animal I’d be: some kind of cat. I’m a hunter at heart. Lots of affection but lots of capacity for cruelty as well.
A better name for me would be: I’d love to be Angel.
Tomorrow I am: all my tomorrows this week, I’m relaxing. And then after that comes planning for school, jobs and wedding.
Tonight I am: ;) but really, I’m going to sleep
My birthday is: in May. :-)
Monday, April 19, 2010
Letters to Y'all
Dear ones,
I don’t even know your names yet. Forgive me for not always addressing this letter as a plural; it’s still hard to think of y’all as a twosome even though I’ve seen y’all in the pictures. It’s not so hard to believe I’m pregnant these days, because I’m sick all the time and my body is changing in a bunch of different ways, and I’m even more hormonal, which according to some people is darn near impossible to be. However, I’m sure you’ll see it all at some point, if your daddy and I decide to have more children. Be afraid, be very afraid!
In any case, I’m writing to you because I’m sure at some point you’ll want to know how I was feeling at 13-14 months. Well, you probably won’t care, but I will. And I want to remember how I felt, the good and the bad. And the scary, ‘cause there’s some of that. It’s April 2010. Currently, my cat (which is actually the family cat) likes to sit on my stomach and purr, which makes your dad mad. He has called it stepping on the children and appears to take great offense at it. I personally think he knows you are in there and is saying hello and expressing his love for you! Since apparently EVERYONE is going to want to touch my stomach when it gets bigger, why can’t I let the animal, who I actually like, touch my stomach? Riddle me that!
We have a baby four month old Rottweiler who thinks she’s the queen of the house. She’s very sweet and friendly, and we (meaning my brother, my mom, my dad and me) are trying very hard to train her before y’all get here. I’m eighteen (young, huh?) and it’s pretty scary being pregnant, but I’m blessed with a supportive family and supportive boyfriend (y’all’s daddy) and his family. I laugh a lot and I get really angry a lot but I rarely cry these days, which is frustrating, because there are a lot of times where I think I should just sit down and cry. It would get rid of a lot of pent up aggression and whatnot. I’ve never done drugs and I don’t like alcohol. I love all music, except your dad’s favorite thing to listen to, which is a strange parody band that should probably be wiped off the face of the earth. But I’m not biased. AT ALL. Personally, I like country, alternative rock and hip-hop. And the musical music. Some indie, which is a genre that doesn’t quite make sense to me. Anything I can dance to gets a pass, as well. I like classical if I’m playing it on the piano or guitar. But I was raised on country, including some of the more ridiculously good and I will do my best to help you love my music as well as cultivate an interest in what you like. You’d be amazed at some of the crap people listen to these days, though.
I lose everything. I try to love everyone, even the people that I dislike for no apparent reason. I like silver and don’t like gold. I love driving with the windows down and the music cranked up. I love candy, especially nerds. I love to read and I love the whole “vampire” concept, even though you will be WAY too young for a really long time and probably the whole thing will be out of style by the time you are old enough to understand. I wasn’t very popular in high school, but I had a close group of girl friends, who will be your “aunties” or whatever the hell they want to be called. I promise to try as hard as I can not to embarrass you. I apologize in advance for the hairiness (points at your dad). I apologize in advance for overanalyzing everything, which I am bound to do, if I become a therapist.
I love you both, with all my heart. As terrified as I am of being a mom, I also can’t wait for you to get here!
Until I write next, (tomorrow)
I love you
Your Mom
I don’t even know your names yet. Forgive me for not always addressing this letter as a plural; it’s still hard to think of y’all as a twosome even though I’ve seen y’all in the pictures. It’s not so hard to believe I’m pregnant these days, because I’m sick all the time and my body is changing in a bunch of different ways, and I’m even more hormonal, which according to some people is darn near impossible to be. However, I’m sure you’ll see it all at some point, if your daddy and I decide to have more children. Be afraid, be very afraid!
In any case, I’m writing to you because I’m sure at some point you’ll want to know how I was feeling at 13-14 months. Well, you probably won’t care, but I will. And I want to remember how I felt, the good and the bad. And the scary, ‘cause there’s some of that. It’s April 2010. Currently, my cat (which is actually the family cat) likes to sit on my stomach and purr, which makes your dad mad. He has called it stepping on the children and appears to take great offense at it. I personally think he knows you are in there and is saying hello and expressing his love for you! Since apparently EVERYONE is going to want to touch my stomach when it gets bigger, why can’t I let the animal, who I actually like, touch my stomach? Riddle me that!
We have a baby four month old Rottweiler who thinks she’s the queen of the house. She’s very sweet and friendly, and we (meaning my brother, my mom, my dad and me) are trying very hard to train her before y’all get here. I’m eighteen (young, huh?) and it’s pretty scary being pregnant, but I’m blessed with a supportive family and supportive boyfriend (y’all’s daddy) and his family. I laugh a lot and I get really angry a lot but I rarely cry these days, which is frustrating, because there are a lot of times where I think I should just sit down and cry. It would get rid of a lot of pent up aggression and whatnot. I’ve never done drugs and I don’t like alcohol. I love all music, except your dad’s favorite thing to listen to, which is a strange parody band that should probably be wiped off the face of the earth. But I’m not biased. AT ALL. Personally, I like country, alternative rock and hip-hop. And the musical music. Some indie, which is a genre that doesn’t quite make sense to me. Anything I can dance to gets a pass, as well. I like classical if I’m playing it on the piano or guitar. But I was raised on country, including some of the more ridiculously good and I will do my best to help you love my music as well as cultivate an interest in what you like. You’d be amazed at some of the crap people listen to these days, though.
I lose everything. I try to love everyone, even the people that I dislike for no apparent reason. I like silver and don’t like gold. I love driving with the windows down and the music cranked up. I love candy, especially nerds. I love to read and I love the whole “vampire” concept, even though you will be WAY too young for a really long time and probably the whole thing will be out of style by the time you are old enough to understand. I wasn’t very popular in high school, but I had a close group of girl friends, who will be your “aunties” or whatever the hell they want to be called. I promise to try as hard as I can not to embarrass you. I apologize in advance for the hairiness (points at your dad). I apologize in advance for overanalyzing everything, which I am bound to do, if I become a therapist.
I love you both, with all my heart. As terrified as I am of being a mom, I also can’t wait for you to get here!
Until I write next, (tomorrow)
I love you
Your Mom
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