MOVED.

NEW BLOG.

2011-12-21T23:05:00.001-07:00

Surprise, surprise.

We're moving & i'm having severe anxiety, admittedly. I'm attached to this blog but it's time for a fresh start. There is a lot of history on this blog & it's time to start a new book entirely. You know, recipes & crafts. Yeah right. The same overly-open topics will appear on the new blog. If it looks similar, that is just evidence that i am a creature of habit.

I'm sorry you might have to change your google reader subscription or blogger following system. That's such a bother. We will be there forever more though.

The promised pap smear tradegdy, wedding dress maythem & pill side affects will appear on the other blog. I will become more faithful to writing. I will.

Join me.

HERE.

farewell a twisted fairytale, farewell.

(if you need to contact me, my new e-mail address is: mrsmeglivingston (at) gmail (dot) com)

upcoming news.

2011-12-18T17:46:00.001-07:00

It's been quite busy. I've been skipping showers sort of busy. There is blog news coming soon though which may come as bad news to some & good news for few. I should be announcing soon.

happy christmas.

bridal shower photos.

2011-12-12T20:52:00.003-07:00

i'm not dead. almost dead.

here are a few pictures from our party.
it was a blast.
you guys are great.

alert: wedding invites.

2011-12-09T09:08:00.002-07:00

I have loads of awkward, lovely, juicy posts pending. Pap smears, the pill & the ever lovely panty party.

that will have to wait.

Our final guest list is being sealed & sent away today.
if you want an invite to our wedding party,

e-mail me with your address

right now.

xbreathex4xmusicx (at) gmail (dot) com

[it's friday & all i want to sing it "cheers to the freekin weekin."]

blame the doctor.

2011-12-07T22:34:00.002-07:00

I started crying watching this movie trailer.
awesome.
it must be the birth control, right?

walkers.

2011-11-27T22:09:00.003-07:00

From the beginning I begged not to see an another episode but they kept forcing me to watch one after another. By the end of the first season, I couldn't wait for the next. I'm not sure what it is about exploding zombie heads but I am the number one fan of The Walking Dead.

So, if you are a zombie lover, continue. If not, continue but i doubt it will make sense.

one // Is Lori in the wrong? Was she whoring around with Shane in the beginning of season 1 or was it end-of-the-world decision? Throughout the seasons my opinion has shifted. I was relatively sceptical of her in the beginning but she's loyal to rick. I mean, how many times has she told creepy-face shane to keeps his paws off?

two // Baby Rick vs Baby Shane? Definitely baby shane. I suppose we will never know anyway. I don't think they can run back to the walker-filled grocery store for a DNA test.

three // Shane. What the - is his deal? He's lost it completely. Between getting dirty with Andrea & almost killing Dale, I would be completely fine if the walkers got him for breakfast.

four // Oh, Glenn. He's wonderful & I hope if there is an overall winner-takes-all it's him. I like Maggie even though she's a bit moody but hey, period time without meds & zombies for your neighbors would make me a bit on edge too.

five // Sophia's a Hersel hostage. We should have guessed.

six // Who's dying next? My bet is T-Dog. I don't have any attachment to him anyway.

seven // Off with Andrea's head. She's a wild bothersome.

eight // Rick, poor guy. A knocked up wife, potty-mouth son & evil ex-best friend. I hope he wins in the fight against Shane (which is going to happen. let's be real.)

I don't think I can wait until february.

31 & counting.

2011-11-26T14:27:00.002-07:00

Did i buy 31 pairs of lace panties today? Absolutely.
Good news, they are for YOU! (that just happened. necessary exclamation mark.)
Am i going to buy 31 more? Yes.

see you december 2nd.

best fiance award goes to mckay for gifting me with the 50mm f/1.8 lens.

count down.

2011-11-25T15:59:00.003-07:00

1 day: my birthday. party, party, party.
7 days: our blogger bridal shower. (good news, i bought panties for you last night at 4:00 in the morning.)

30 days: Christmas. Have i been listening to christmas music since Halloween? Yes.

42 days: MARRIAGE.

it's a bit busy.

the annoying people on black friday.

2011-11-25T13:19:00.003-07:00

We are suppose to be miserable. It's 9:03 PM & freezing. The doors don't open until midnight & we're near the back of the line. Let us be absolutely miserable, please.

Between the culminating anxiety in the air & whispering of game strategy,the gathers of black friday are not your friends. It's game time & there should be no smiles until after the check out line.

We were in line at Target plotting out who goes where. McKay & I were assigned electronics. If i may, the most dangerous corner of the store. It was 11:00 PM & it was quiet. The people around us sipped on their shopping-booster energy drinks waiting. Just waiting. i nuzzled my cold nose into the warmth of mckay's neck.

then there was that group. There was only 9 or so but they had more energy than the hundreds of people in line. They were under-dressed for the conditions as well. One boy was in a tall T & a flat rim Packers hat- I suppose his hair was warm. A fit middle aged woman with feminine features and short mom-like hair wore business heels. I imagined her feet hurt and the mad shopping hadn't even started. Regardless of their assumed cold & aching bodies, they were loud. Really loud. They were playing a game that I was familiar with- Ninja Attack. This game is only known to those who attend EFY or girls camp. However if you aren't familiar it looks like a bunch of people flailing around attempting to hit each other in pattern.

People watched. Everyone watched. Some even asked to join. The police watched too, wondering if it was the beginning of some sort of Target-shopper-mosh-pit. They were wildly obnoxious and I wasn't the only one who thought so by observing the faces around.

i was apart of that group.

(did we get the very last PS3 at Target? Absolutely.)

hot & heavy.

2011-11-22T00:05:00.005-07:00

this may be too much but he has divine pair of lips.

(good news ladies, i'm finally employed. drinks all around. the non-alcoholic kind.)

magic & love

2011-11-21T11:33:00.000-07:00

we are so excited about these.

sneak peak.

2011-11-19T20:52:00.001-07:00

we have a rockin' photographer.

come move in.

2011-11-18T11:50:00.003-07:00

Good news, ladies. In my lovely apartment, we have an entire shared room up for grabs. Perhaps you & your friend want to move out just for half a semester for fun & for cheaper than any other contracts? I'm your girl.

My contract is $240 a month plus utilties, which is never more than $30.

click here for the deats & pictures.

e-mail me if you are interested. xbreathex4xmusicx (at) gmail (dot) com.

some missionary S&G

2011-11-18T02:05:00.001-07:00

i forgot i was hiding this tiny gem.

a man's soft spot.

2011-11-17T20:46:00.003-07:00

Inside of every man, edged with testosterone, there is a soft spot. Such as, being in love. When any male surrenders to the doings of love, he is softened.

my sweet boy has a soft spot that i appreciate.

his sister & the initiator of our romance got knocked up a couple years ago. Hubs (awkward word alert) & Bri produced a darling little creature. We call her abby. She's a raging 2 year old & we love her.

she loves kay the most though. Before he took off to the land of the Scottish, he grew rather attached to this specimen.
he was 19 then.

today, i found this:

i melted.
so what?

missionary.

2011-11-17T18:32:00.002-07:00

this one is for annie. you see, her love story is a tried one. she fell in love just a handful over two years ago then he left the country for 24 months to share the gospel and give service. I comfortably say (& so would she) the woman has been a basket case. However, right now, he is on a plane home to his friends, family & his annie.

i dodged that bullet.

i met McKay the day after he returned to the America's from Scotland. I'm not patient & all that waiting would make me antsy.

here's to the girls that wait.
(& here's to the girls who get around that waiting.)

i've got a lady crush on katniss. it's fine.

2011-11-16T12:27:00.002-07:00

this is my favorite book & you better believe i'll be at that premiere.

too much cervix talk for a cute story.

2011-11-16T01:51:00.003-07:00

Though this will only spike any interest, this post contains too much information. you'll deal with it, i'm sure.

You have to know, i'm a genuine baby. I pout and when i don't feel great, i soften my voice and whine. It happens. Feel sorry for me, please.

On the flip side,

when i get crampy, i get crampy. I do not mean gentle ovary swaying in the wind. I also don't mean "hey, hand me a midol."

i mean,

do me a courtesy and shoot me in the cervix because my left ovary just exploded within the womb of mine.

that was my plea this morning. i disregarded the hair shavings all over the shared bath tub and filled it to the brim. I rocked back and forth, attempting to nurse my tender insides back to a stable condition. It was only 4:30 AM.

By 6:00 AM, I was sobbing on the living room couch in a loose towel. my period medicine was empty and i was nothing less than distraught.

So, i called. McKay came without hesitation. He snuggled me until my womanly attributes surrendered.

meg tip #54:
find a boy that will drive 18 miles in the early morn just to ease your period pains.

rock my bun.

2011-11-14T12:09:00.003-07:00

i'm over being frazzled on my big fat 0 income. i'm celebrating being unemployed. perhaps you want to know why?

because,

of my sock bun.

i usually avoid tutorials on youtube because let's be real, when does it ever look that good. Makeup tutorials make you look like a clown & I always end up with poodle hair after curling tutorials. Good news, i found a not-so-faulty, change-your-world, sock-bun tutorial. Found here. It works. Check out that bun & it's perfect circular form.

Bridal Shower Revision.

2011-11-13T21:16:00.003-07:00

I should learn to clarify. It's on my to-do list.

This bridal shower (as seen prior post) is not only for my blogger friends. This is also for my friends from reality. (Do i sound like a crazy person? Perhaps.)

So hey,
real people friends & blogger friends, we're partying at the same party.

amen.

hey ladies,

2011-11-12T11:30:00.004-07:00

If you live in Utah Valley- or anywhere really, save the evening of December 2nd for a

We're having a party with delightful treats & saucy panty-giveaways. Good news, you are invited. You may be someone i went to school with or we may have never met- yet. Whether i know you from the blogosphere or just around, you are invited.

How to fetch an invite:
my lovely almost-sister-in-law & best friend (who frequently appears on my blog) bri volunteered (demanded) to be the hostess. You need to e-mail her & in return, she will send you the invite & any other information that apparently I am not allowed to know.

jenkins.brianna (at) gmail (dot) com

it would be lovely to see you there.

(if it makes you feel less awkward, you are welcome to e-mail me as well. I'll just pass you along to Bri. xbreathex4xmusicx (at) gmail (dot) com.)

shh, i love that boy.

2011-11-09T21:59:00.001-07:00

he competes in triathlons.
i eat ice cream.
this is a good life.

to chop or not to chop.

2011-11-09T20:39:00.003-07:00

i'm in dire need of something new. I've had the same length of hair for the majority of my life. i have a fear of looking like a boy (or lesbian) sue me. I enjoy looking like a female. Is that so wrong?

however,

i have a small hankering to do this.

that cut & this color.

Tell me i'm crazy. Obviously any drastic change would occur after the wedding. Is this a bad idea? Perhaps other ideas?

endowed from on high.

2011-11-07T15:58:00.002-07:00

i'm excited to be married in this temple.

& endowed in this one.

D.I DIY wedding.

2011-11-04T14:30:00.000-06:00

At first glance, wedding planning is fun because you don't have to pay for it. When the money needs to be placed & you have a lack of funding, your wedding of perfection is a bit mutated. McKay & I thought about playing hooky. Eloping to the Vegas temple in a new pair of wingtips & enjoying the city sin & newly-wed bliss.

Too bad i've been planning for the majority of my life. I couldn't disregard an entire life's-span of creativity.

So, in attempt to remain classy & ridiculously cheap, I raided D.I. Thrifts store will increase your unique stance in the wedding world & save you a dollar or two.

Frames can be re-painted. Vases can be cleaned.

Center pieces: $100.

WIN.

white dress 101.

2011-11-02T21:20:00.003-06:00

There is a fine line between wedding dress bliss & white tent disaster. For your benefit & my tip-top luck, I learned all of the do's & don't's of gown shopping.

So, for all my almost-newly-wed friends (& i suppose those who will be attending prom, or other dress buying events)

Do's & Absolutely do not.

DO: Know what tickles your fancy & what makes you feel weird inside. I entered knowing 1) I do not want to be beaded-up like a 1950's stripper. No excentric beading, please. 2) Lace. Loads of lace. 3) I wanted to avoid the Utahan look. Modest, yet unique, please.

DO NOT: Be closed minded. Perhaps you hate drop-waists & love A-lines. Don't you dare avoid a certain style until you have tried it on & know that it makes lumps you thought you didn't have before. I won't be revealing my dress until January 6th, however, I purchased the style I tried to avoid.

DO NOT: Assume you are a 0. No one is unless you lack tots. (thank you, lex, for that word.) If you don't know what size you are, guess high. There is nothing worse than trying on a dress too small for you, regardless of your stature. Have estrogen makes us insecure. The dress I fell in love with was a size 12. Luckily, Bridal shops carry magical clips that instantly transform dresses to fit you. Alterations will be your best friend.

DO: Take another opinion. Just like Say Yes To The Dress, have a dress jury on the stand. Don't bring the friends that will shoot candyland up your rear. Take your sister, mom, whoever that will tell you what looks lovely or what might be a complete disaster.

DO NOT:
DO NOT DO NOT DO NOT! Try on ANYTHING out of your budget. Once upon a time i tried on a gown for $8,000. Who would have guessed that it looked absolutely marvelous? I considered not going to school, picking up 5 jobs, hustling- all for this wonderful dress. It put a damper on the rest of my day because bad news- price does make a difference on quality. Unless-

DO: Look in every corner (& the clearance rack.) I assumed that the clearance rack was filled with the overly-sparkly, bulge-flattering dresses, which is true for the most part. You may find a gem though. I did. I was worn out but made one last stop at a tiny boutique in Salt Lake City. It was wonderful- filled with unique, out of this world dresses. The price tags were out of this world too & i wasn't about to dance down that lane again. My best-friend-almost-sister-in-law pointed me towards the clearance rack. Did i purchase a $2000 dress that was on sale for $200? Absolutely. I prayed directly after that steal.

DO: call me to come with you. Thank you.

(ps. if you want an invite to our wedding, e-mail me. If we haven't met & you feel creepy, it's fine. Still come. We'll have a chance to party at my blogger, panty-oriented, bridal shower. xbreathex4xmusicx (at) gmail (dot) com.)

bottles of beer, or whatever.

2011-11-02T12:08:00.002-06:00

this is going to be a strange request but it won't be the first. I need your bottles. Short, fat, tall, skinny bottles. Preferably clear as well. Next time you drink a Crush, send the bottle my way. Please.

Really though. If you have an abnormal amount of bottles & donate them to this wedding party, e-mail me. xbreathex4xmusicx (at) gmail (dot) com.

remember when you it were fourteen & it was the battle of the coolest e-mail address? I still use mine. Dang it.

Passed.

2011-10-30T22:27:00.002-06:00

Good thing that was just a test. (way to shoot my circus-wedding-fun right in the face.)

Sometimes McKay makes me watch The Walking Dead. I don't advise watching it if a) you like children. b) you prefer your people alive & c) if your scare-radar matches a four year old.

I am having this cake & if you don't like it- Don't tell me. (Minus the pine cone.)

do we like these?

2011-10-29T14:57:00.001-06:00

or do they make you nervous?

or these?

2011-10-29T11:04:00.002-06:00

Being unemployed is a bad feeling. Being unemployed & attempting to plan a wedding makes me absolutely hysteric. It's only 11:00 in the morning & i've already cried over the entire ordeal. I believe i've applied to over 40 jobs. I'm starting to question in if i am completely incompetent. I have $14.02 in my checkings account & my savings account is withering away quicker than i would like. I'm a bit frazzled. If you want to employee me, please e-mail me. I'm to the point of baby-sitting, house-cleaning- i'll run any of your errands. Help.

coming soon, you hope.

2011-10-27T00:28:00.002-06:00

try living in an apartment with no toilet paper for the last 4 days.

i have been making two-a-days to the gym just to pee.

*to come soon*

-I'll shower you with panties if you save December 2nd for me.
-The do's & don't's of wedding dress purchasing.
-The details, tricks & schemes of wedding planning on a less-than-expected budget.

sin in a shoe.

2011-10-23T01:30:00.000-06:00

hot for my man.

2011-10-21T20:04:00.001-06:00

come grab a photo, hug & cupcake.

2011-10-19T20:32:00.003-06:00

Remember when i got engaged? Remember how that was the last you heard of any sort of wedding-related stories? I'm here to announce:

it's wedding central now
& i want your help.

Really though. I'm sort of attached to my readers, like gold fishes. The kind that don't die. (We bought our neice four fishes on friday. She wanted to tend to them & fed them egg nog. They are dead. All four of them.) I like you more than fish too.

So, Unload your advice. Your songs. Your ideas. Unleash the links you have bookmarked, the songs you have on repeat, the service you want to volunteer.

just because i keep the goodies covered.

2011-10-19T18:31:00.002-06:00

I thought between my loose curls & particularly adorable pea-coat, i would become an employed woman.

though it has only been 3 business days of being without a job, i've cried. I like working. Someone put me to work. I'll make runs to starbucks if you would like & fetch your dry-cleaning. I'll feed your fish & children too. I'll answer the phone, sort the mail, scan the documents, & greet any stranger with a smile.

hire me. i dare you.

apt # 1234

2011-10-19T02:03:00.004-06:00

It's two in the morning & I have midterms in just a few hours. I wouldn't consider myself the elite in the college world. In budded ear, I hear the sweet sound of the symphony. The other I hear slurs from my semi-wasted roomates. I thank door between my room & the living room for muffling some of the sound.

Sharing a room is a new experience. Sharing a tiny apartment with six diverse girls is an learning experience. We abide by certain unsaid rules such as, if the dishes need to be done, do them. We avoid the kitchen but somehow the sink stays empty.

It's chaos here. I like it anyway.

oh, cheap college decor 101:
frames & photoshop.

we went to the pet store.

2011-10-17T01:10:00.002-06:00

but we came home with plans to purchase a CB1000R.

Our life expectancy just dropped,
but we'll have fun doing it.

classy sunday.

2011-10-17T00:58:00.002-06:00

With faltering success, I have been trying to ween myself from any sort of profane music- particularly rap.

Instead,

I purchased the top 50 classical hits for six dollars. It makes me feel refined and classy. Not that I am a bar-attending woman (ever) but sitting in jazz bar with pin curls in my hair sounds nice.

I don't claim to be born in the wrong generation. I'm not a pin-up girl or any sort of hipster but I do appreciate the finer, prior generations. The kind with intelligent music and classy men. Manners should be instilled in everyone & tea parties will be held every tuesday. Instead of going to the clubs, we would go dancing in the ballroom.

Times were classier then.

Swan Lake Suite, Op. 20: Scéne feels like Harry Potter.

hey world,

2011-10-15T10:59:00.003-06:00

today is particularly great.
do you want to know why?
because i am wearing these shoes.

I've got my party shoes on & we're going to the pet store.

as if i believe in formal posting.

2011-10-13T21:39:00.006-06:00

The time designated to do absolutely nothing but sit on my cheeks & watch an extremely (vulgar) witty movie (Easy A) is the time I get the most done.

Thursday is not a fun day. It's the bittersweet, just kidding, it's not the weekend, day.

My roommates are loud. Really loud. It is only 9:40 & I prefer silence like the elderly. Where are my worn out slippers & shot gun?

McKay works until 11:00 PM. I have started talking to myself.

Will anyone come to the gym with me? Right now?

I will never go back to organized posting.

OH!
I applied for 16 jobs today. Do you want to know why? My gold's gym adventure was short-lived & to be honest, not particularly worth it. (oh, she was fired? i wonder what she did?) No, i attend school instead.

Yesterday,
I soaked in the bathtub & re-read the hunger games. I turned raisin-y in weird places but it didn't bother me. I love Katniss too much.

Did i mention this is my guilty pleasure? A boy in leather on a really dangerous vehicle. Please, let me get a pair of pleather pants & a skull-covered bandana.

Bittersweet news.
My sweet McKay works late- i mean really late- on Mondays, Wednesdays & Saturdays. Let's date. All of us. (Not romantically. Socially. Women only.)

I am not a lesbian even though that entire last snippet sounded too gay for this post.

Go on Hulu. Now.
& watch New Girl. It will change your life & rock your world. I bought HuluPlus just so i could see the newest episode sooner.

instagram.

2011-10-10T20:25:00.002-06:00

you can find me here.

leave yours in my comment box.

(& that isn't a cry for comments. i do want another resource to virtually follow you all.)

(ps. if it is easier my user name is meglivingston)

(shut up. future preparing.)

happy day recipe.

2011-10-05T23:50:00.006-06:00

Blogging is not a mediocre state of mind. We don't target the boring & topics that people try to avoid reading about- like chemistry & history. We blog about horrific & wonderful days. Or we exaggarate. It's what we do.

so, let me tell you.

today has been a worth-a-unnecessary-happy-dance sort of day.

If you want a good day, this is what you need.

one) wake up on time & arrive at school (on time.)

two) hope for a cancelled class.

three) eat a treat. a healthy one so you can avoid the winter chunks longer.

four) say a thank you prayer for the rain.

five) be engaged to mckay. (i suppose that only applies to me. less happiness for you.)

six) become a costco executive member.

seven) buy these. if you lack a costco card, tell mother to pick you up a bag. hand her a $10.00 bill as well. the pomegranate is just as delightful as the acai. healthy? yes. sinfully delicious? absolutely.

eight) kiss a boy.

nine) go to kneaders with your best friend. share a caramel apple.

nine) forget the pants. wander your apartment in an over-sized hoodie & panties.

ten) Hulu your favorite tv show.

eleven) say a prayer. say thank you, even for the tiny giggles & almost-unnoticeable grins of the day.

sweet pea.

2011-10-02T23:10:00.000-06:00

if you wanted to know

2011-10-02T22:41:00.002-06:00

one: when i listen to pandora after 10:00 PM, Missy Higgins is my radio station.

two: we fell asleep together snuggled up on the couch last night. it happens often & the alarm always wakes us up, like a little reminder that sleepovers shouldn't be happening. i drove home & cried.

three: mckay & i spent too many hours apart today. he called to say, "i miss you." I cried. I missed him.

four: the ladies are feeling tender (i mean, avoid the stairs because any sort of bouncing hurts) & i'm a bit crampy. this explains the crying.

five: i haven't been to the gym in three days. i went to the sweet toothfairy instead. i'll never change.

six: hey mom, it would be awesome if you could make a trip from heaven for some wedding planning. thanks.

seven: i still love my blog.

eight: i keep avoiding school. my attendance (or lack thereof) issues carried on from high school but really, who wants to listen to captain cowboy talk about native american weapons for fifty minutes. Not i.

nine: i wear a sports bra every day. no shame.

ten: currently, i can breathe out of both nostrils which is a christmas miracle. fall allergies get the best of me.

bad news.

2011-10-01T21:14:00.003-06:00

to be completely honest,

i don't really want to blog anymore.

whether it's a serious case of writers block or just the fact that i don't particularly want my life out in the open for others to criticize, i have lost most interest. My google reader is backed up with over 500 unread posts from others & my state of mind has left the blogosphere. I do hope that this is just a phase because blogging has been my favorite hobby since t-ball.

so,

if i disappear for a little while. that's why. i'll attempt to spark any sort of creativity left within me but i'm lacking juices.

advocate.

2011-09-25T21:07:00.001-06:00

her name is al fox. who she is & what she promotes rocks my entire world.

from that one boy she tried to sell

2011-09-23T16:08:00.002-06:00

first off you should know that this is not megan, but her fiance writing this post. she doesn't know i'm writing this but i know you won't tell her. besides, i recall her mentioning a paper i wrote for her a few nights ago. she was quick to justify her actions by claiming that the two of us are one. this is true and i'm using the same excuse if it turns out she is not happy with me hi jacking her precious blog, but i think she'll probably think it's cute.

i'm sitting in megan's room waiting for her to come home from her shift at the gym. nothing better than visiting my little girl at work while boy after boy chats her up with their very best pick up lines and extra creepy comments. "do you have a sister?" "oh, i didn't know it was you from behind. i was about to ask you out." "can i buy you a shake?" "where's your fiance, oh he's not here? well if you need a spot let me know." "wow, your breasts are so big." okay guys... back the **** off. That's my fiance. sometimes i wish she could just wear a sign around saying "taken, not available, engaged." oh wait, that's what the ring is for.

i'm glad that despite the constant invitations from meat heads to fornicate, my little girl stays good to me only. she's the best really. she's my very best friend and i love her. honey, lets find you a new job or we might have to sort out a few of those guys at the gym.

response.

2011-09-23T07:10:00.001-06:00

remember that one time i aimlessly sent an e-mail to a stranger boy then got engaged to him one year later? Right, that e-mail.

the next day, i found this in my inbox & i fell in love with that cheeky lad.

"Well, I have to say... after reading our first date, I am not sure what to think. I found what you wrote very interesting and you don't sound like most girls from "the bubble". That is a good thing. You have never been to prison; that is a really good thing.Not sure what BriAnna has told you about me yet, but since it's my turn to tell you about me here I go. I have never been to prison either, but once every so often someone tells me I look like Wentworth Miller from Prison Break. I don't really see the similarities though and no I don't watch the show but I did watch it once when I got my wisdom teeth removed. My favorite things to do are rip and shred on my shlongboard (short-longboard), draw, do missionary work, mischeif in general, and anything that involves going fast or rough housing. My favorite dessert is Grasshopper Pie. My favorite music is, well I don't really know anymore? It used to be limited to rock, but now I have started to branch out from there. I just like music that sounds good. I'm sure you know some of my family by now, but I have one brother and two sisters. I don't like pets and my favorite color is green.Your letter left me with a few questions: 1. You mentioned that you spend a lot of time with pregnant women. Is that because you can relate to them?...hopefully not? 2. You seem to be pretty straitforward ( you know writing to a guy you don't know). Is that because you are desperate or because you are confident? 3. You said that you collect baseballs. Are you a Yankee's fan? Be careful how you answer that one. Just hoping you could clarify these few things for me...I'm a little concerned... after all we did meet online;)So you're planning on going on a mission huh? That's pretty cool. You'll love it. Every week something crazy happens that you'll never forget. Yesterday was extra crazy. It was definately a solid journal entry. We had a baptism and confirmation this weekend, and on the other hand, we had a slightly drunk Irish girl that walked into our flat asking us what our plans were for the night. She wouldn't leave. These are the kinds of things you get to look foreward to.Now it's your turn agian. Tell me all about you and we can pick it up next week. Take care of my sister for me, and don't let her name her baby anything stupid.
Elder McKay."

so, i suck.

2011-09-22T23:02:00.004-06:00

a lot.

also two facts of the day about m1 & m2.

meg: my bed is lifted like a monster truck. really though. the top of my bed hits just below my nipple line. (graphic but necessary.)i would rather pee the bed then go through the process of getting out & getting in, in the middle of the night. Well- i just fell off. that fall was longer than a bed-falling should be.

mckay: he is a skater- correction: shredder. he is one of those kids that shreds around campus. (& i think it's sort of-really hot. i'm hot for my man. it's fine.)

photos of the day.

2011-09-22T19:34:00.003-06:00

frizzle frazzle.

2011-09-22T06:45:00.002-06:00

Sure, i'm a lukewarm psychotic person. Perhaps not diagnosed insane on good days but generally frazzled. If it wasn't for my love for exercise my hippocampus would be the size of a pea & my limbic system would be troubleshooting. (i just took a psychology test. can you tell?) I panic, on occasion.

for example,

1: when bee's take flight down my shirt for a stinging-good time i may become a bit frantic. I may even take my shirt off (to reveal a seriously saucy shade shirt) & throw myself around until successfully removing any sort of buzzing thing. It still stuck it's butt into my skin before leaving the premises. Awesome.

2: having to write a 2 page analysis on a book about the corn mothers & Jesus. I didn't read that book. Fiance wrote my paper. (It's not cheating. We are one.)

3: That bowel-dropping feeling when you think someone has stolen your phone. Oh! My contacts, my adorable text messages, my entire life. panic, panic, panic.

4: Chasing after the bus & the thought "i'm going to have to walk home from school." I do not want to revisit the seventh grade, ever again. (I did chase after the shuttle today. fail.)

5: Mysterious bruises. This is a dedication to my roommate who found a nasty bruise on her upper, inner thigh (how's that for description?) & questioned if she had been raped without her consent- or recollection.

(i'm parenthese happy.)

oh, the places you'll go: davanza's

2011-09-21T18:10:00.002-06:00

Davanza's
690 Park Ave
Park City, Utah

I was not that 12 year old that replied "PIZZA!" when asked what was my favorite food. It never has been. It never will. When choosing greasy, fatty foods I side with french fries & chicken nuggets. Maybe even a burger from Five Guys.
Though on certain days when my carb-loving insides crave nasty foods (let's be real. everyday.) i do like a slice of not-out-of-the-box pizza. Just off of downtown main in Park City is a rundown pub. The walls are lined in empty beer cans & there is a arcade game in corner. It is nothing sort of wonderful. Davanza's presents a delightful slice of pizza even for those pizza-haters like me. Thin crust & too much cheese.
Go watch the game & eat a properly prepared piece of pizza.

(rule of thumb: book reading is always classy.)

i went there.

2011-09-15T02:47:00.003-06:00

michael for the bachelor.
(how wonderful is that? he has a real person facebook. date him, all of you.)

for the restless.

2011-09-15T02:04:00.003-06:00

I would have to blame my not-so-cat nap this afternoon for the reason i am still awake. It's warm in this apartment. Too warm & the sticky note tacked to the termostat that says "do not go under 70, please" isn't helping my hot flashes. I showered, knowing my hair cooling against my face & shoulders would regulate any over heating.

it's 2:09. I have class at 8:30. I'm not worried. I am laying in my bed in a room without the roomate listening to Ruthie. She is my favorite evening artist. After any long day, her music is like vocal nyquil. Her voice is so fluid & addicting. With no shame or fear of being semi-creepy, i absolutely love her. You will be finding her at my wedding.

My intent on avoiding high school was short lived. Today i wandered the halls of PGHS which was just as awkward as i remembered. I forgot the very distinct smell of adolescent people; nachos & cheap cologne.

I'm not promising any organized posts. ever again.

because yellowstone is bad as-

2011-09-13T22:42:00.004-06:00

note to all future college students: if you insist on taking a night class, i advise some sort of fun course like exotic dancing or floral design (as if that's fun. take that, Bri.)

not geology.

Every tuesday from 6 to 8:30 PM, I sit in a room with white walls with blue-toned lights with that infamous continuous hum. I'm not snipping tulips or shaking what my mother did not bless me with. I sit with my laptop open (trying to hack the system to get into blogger) & listen to my professor with a middle-eastern accent proclaim her love & undying passion for rocks, the earth's magnetic field & volcano's that rock her world. In fact (cover your ears BYUee's) Professor Geology stated with a straight face & desire in her eyes, "yellowstone is bad ass." Well, that was as much spice as the entire two & half hours offered.

Good news: my geology buddy is that cute boy i'm keeping forever. He claimed he likes the class & plate tectonics tickle his fancy until this evening, noting his lack of movement or cheeky comments, i looked over & found this:

can't you see the excitement in his eyes?

kicks & things.

2011-09-08T01:13:00.003-06:00

we must be in love. just look at our new kicks.

Due to the fact i just spent most of my life savings on textbooks (strike one, college, strike one)
i spent the rest on this poster as a nice reminder to stay as sane as i can.

happy photo:
tiny buns.
did you just smile?

apt #1234 is hopping place at 1:30 AM on a Wednesday.
homework vs. sleep.

blogging 1.
homework 0.

(instagram wins. i'm behind the times but let's celebrate anyway.)

aimless.

2011-09-04T22:28:00.003-06:00

It's not a good thing in the blogging world when you lack things to say. This is the place all chatterboxes unite.

I woke up with a spider in my hair today & a boot on my car. Fail.

I really dislike when your bra is too tight so you feel like walking around with it unstrapped. Is that inappropriate?

Fall is coming. We rode around on vespas & the crisp air was ever so apparent. Plus i've been scratching my eyes out for the last 3 days.

I spend too much time at the gym & love it. The working out portion anyway.

College is weird. Lovely in a weird way. You walk down the hall & people smile, regardless of your status in the population.

YouTube is sort of unnecessary but addicting. I'm trying to avoid it.

Oh, Hello! Bachelor Pad. Do you love Michelle Money suddenly? Me too. She's hilarious & witty. Michael & Holly should be in love. Blake, paws off. Kasey is still creep. (Look, it's beating.)

this is my favorite song.

Sometimes Mckay & I make a little fire & roast starburts for date night. Life is so good with him.

Zucchini bread smells like Thanksgiving.

Vespa's are terrifying to drive but the cream one is real cute.

Shout out to Maggie & Jaylee. You are the most adorable human beings.

I have yet to beat the disease of being completely scatterbrained.

fresh(meat)man.

2011-08-31T01:29:00.004-06:00

if I could gather myself enough to write a semi-composed post, I would try however I have resorted to talking to myself aloud to keep my life organized.

being a freshman is rather frazzling. This may be the only place that i openly admit that i am a freshman unless directly asked. When the professors requests the fresh meat to raise our hands in the air so we can be made for mockery, I keep my hands clasped in my lap.

remembering the difference between classes while in high school, i applied the same concept to the college food chain but also assuming the atmosphere would be a bit watered down- less hall congestion & more boys with rectangular glasses.

my hypothesis was proven correct.

though the boys only identifier on class grouping was based on how badly their acne was or their facial hair (or lack thereof,) the freshman females were nothing less than obvious. Almost perfect hair- but not too perfect, ankle boots & a flow-y shirt. Nailed it, you are 18 & ready to be here.

it's not something to avoid. By the unwritten social laws (which i tend to write without allowance,) being a freshman is great. However i rather go without an age attached to my butt. With my messy bun & worn out keds, i walked around without a schedule in hand. College isn't nearly as great as it's been made out to be. You pay $2,000 for a few months for professors that say, "hey, sorry, i'm going on vacation. No class for two weeks." Hey buddy, you work for me & as far as i am concerned, you're fired.

the atmosphere is nice though. Laptops & the smell of new books, i'll stay awhile. People are nicer too. The cliques are dissolved & no one even cares if you weren't cool in high school- or even better, if you were.

wedding tid bits.

2011-08-29T00:13:00.003-06:00

colors:
burnt red, mustard & navy blue.
(primary colors on steroids.)

white & red striped straws.
italian soda.

wedding dress rule #1:
do not try any dress on out of your budget.

it is a overpriced disaster waiting to happen.
trust me, you'll love it & then cry.

BIG NEWS.
(capitals necessary.)
we're having a blogger bridal shower.
you'll get an invite.

the bridesmaids will not match.
neither will our center pieces.

now accepting bridesmaid applications.

date: pending.

my fiance is cute.
cuter than yours.

manti temple.

being in love is so, so great.
being engaged is so, so horrible.
you always hear that & i always thought it was borderline rude.

it's not.
it's frazzling & it will be wonderful when we get to snuggle the nights away.
driving home at one in the morning is getting old.

a public apology.

2011-08-28T18:35:00.004-06:00

Admitting flaws isn't something that i am particularly fond of but i am aware of my own. I am particularly stubborn & oft, i'm stuck in a "i'm right. you're wrong" mentality. Between trials & bad coping mechanisms, my edges have been sharpened, per se.

With that said, there is an apology needing to be made. Shedding all sarcasm, I am at fault. There isn't a "but" that follows that statement. It stands alone. I am at fault.

I have produced a false facade. Perhaps I feel like every story needs a villain but I've chosen the wrong person for that job.

so, here is a public apology for all my wrong doings.

My dad's wife isn't exactly what I have made her out to be. I'm not going to put everything under the table either & say we're friends. We're different & that's fine. She is a good person & your perception of her which you have read here is skewed. I shouldn't have said those malicious things & i apologize.

we're moving forward. Nicely.

that's today & it's not over.

2011-08-25T17:37:00.003-06:00

you know that day when,

your family disowns you,

your things end up on the sidewalk,

you drop out of school because you can't afford it,

you delay the wedding because you can't afford it,

you pack your bags & hope for somewhere to live because you know, you can't afford it,

you see your 12 year old brother's facebook status that says, "i miss you mom,"
your retainers break, again but you can't afford to buy new ones,
you get a 2nd job so you can work 12 hour days, every day,
& you realize, this feels a lot like hell.

the proposal.

2011-08-22T01:28:00.005-06:00

i have spent 4 hours uploading different versions of this not very coordinated film & yet, it is still fuzzy. I am afraid to say you will just have to deal with it. Sunday evenings, cozied up in our sweats, we made this for you because writing the story would be a bit long & i'm feeling lazy. I'll try to kick the virus tomorrow. *side note: that is a nasty curling iron burn. not a engagement love mark.

we're a bit awkward on film but we are in love.

call me c.jane.

2011-08-21T12:13:00.003-06:00

i'm a really, really good vlogger. Really great. Meet Bri, best friend/future-sister-in-law. Perhaps i'll blog about how i landed myself a diamond but not this morning. Enjoy our talented webcam video. I'm 14.

(i'm sure this has exposed new levels of weirdness. who would have thought i was a real human being? blog going vlog is ridiculously awkward.)

almost a love story.

2011-08-17T11:04:00.004-06:00

(due to the fact work ruins my life & i'm about to ruin yours- here are some hints, clues & otherwise, completely taunting elements until the full story is released)

i said yes.

2011-08-16T01:02:00.000-06:00

we started as pen pals.

2011-08-15T09:32:00.005-06:00

Perhaps it's because i crack when under the influence of friendly peer pressure. Perhaps it's because i have am half-decently shallow & i did it because i saw this picture. Whatever the causing factor was,

one year ago my best friend, bri, swayed me to write her (chiseled) younger brother who was living in Ireland.

so, i did.

Deep within the menality "what could i possibly lose?" I sent my first e-mail which later turned into handwritten letters. Surface view, I didn't want anything to do with a boy of his age because 1) at the time, he wasn't date-able. 2) Neither was i. We were pen pals.

August 15, 2010

"I'm not going to try to be witty & come up with a clever introduction why i am writing you, Elder Livingston- Mckay? Elder McKay. I do suppose a brief background on me is necessary. I've never been to prison, not yet anyway. I'm underage. 17, to be exact. Don't worry though, i'll be 18 in november then i'll have to worry about the cops.
your sister told me to act as if this is a first date with a blow-up dummy that doesn't talk back & that entire concept makes me feel awkward, but i will try it anyway. I will now begin on that classic "first date" spill that everyone has memorized.

Oh, hello. [insert charming, first date-like smile here.]
Formally known as Megan Abel. Born & raised in Pleasant Grove, Utah. Three brothers. No sisters. I enjoy writing, photography & long walks on the beach. Actually, i felt as if that last part was necessary. I spend an abnormal amount of time hanging out with knocked-up women, like your sister. I plan on getting a ph.d in the english field, with an emphasis on photojournalism. I collect chopsticks & baseballs. Unlike the rest of the female population of utah county, i will not be getting hitched two days after my 19th birthday because i will be going on a mission. & to top my entire biography off, out of any dessert choice, cheesecake frozen yogurt is my favorite.

Elder Mckay,
i do believe it's your turn to tell me about yourself. Also, include your favorite dessert & music genre.

In all sincerity,
meg."

my kind of bliss.

2011-08-15T00:56:00.004-06:00

*photo credit: bri jenkins

kissing: it happens.

2011-08-14T21:42:00.003-06:00

happy sunday.

2011-08-14T14:57:00.002-06:00

i'm not sure what your sunday afternoons look like but mine are filled with fresh cookies, little children & the boy that i love. we bought our first piece of furniture yesterday. A love sac- correction: a super sac. Figuring that our furniture collection is as large as my parents old queen bed (stop the inappropriate jokes) & McKay's drawing desk, we're lacking.

more about that boy.

2011-08-14T01:18:00.002-06:00

he wears european shoes.
his eyes get more blue in the sun.
he holds my hand, always.

i'm not dead; just busy. (shut up, semicolon activists)

2011-08-10T06:20:00.001-06:00

Assuming that I will never enter into a fit of rage or emotional turmoil to delete this blog by impulse, the next few updates are for the future meg to remember. If you are wondering the day to day nonsense i'm dealing with, continue on. If you would like to waste your time elsewhere, go back to facebook.

top 10 necessary to be said updates:

1: My 9:30 bedtime can kiss mine & waking up at 4:00 AM is a trend of the past. Noon to five, Monday through friday. See you there, Gold's Gym. (I secretly loved my morning shift but i miss decent sleep & i can do without falling asleep in random parking lots for naps.)

2: I could do without living with 5 other girls. The estrogen levels are giving me a headache.

3: I love being wildly in love. I feel absolutely mad & it's a phenomenal feeling. We skipped rocks down by the lake today & snuggled just because.

5: Let's ignore the fact that school starts this month. Go Wolverines.

6: Being a person of consistency, there is a mass amount of inconsistency in my life. Example: I attended PGHS however i supported THS. I attend UVU but would rather claim to attend the U. I am from Pleasant Grove, live in Orem but attend a Lehi single's ward. I keep it spicy with my frequent city hopping.

7: I painted my fingernails seafoam green.

8: I am excited, frazzled, anxious & absolutely ready for the big changes in the near future. Correction: Huge changes.

9: I'm borderline addicted to the gym. I'm not sure whether that is a good thing or not however i still enjoy cupcakes. I refuse my new love detriment my desire for high calorie treats.

10: November is going to be a busy month.

put it on my tab.

2011-08-10T05:39:00.003-06:00

I'm the type of person that would rather go to walmart twice within the same day to make it feel like i'm spending less.

Yesterday that was not the case.

Rumbi Grill: $7.78
ProActiv (really, i'm breaking out like a 14 year old pubescent boy): $54.32
Gas: $34
Red Mango: $10.11
10% of my paycheck for charity, we call tithing: $60.00
New Windshield for Rita: $154.56
Walmart: $15

= 335.77

That makes me want to throw up all over the place. It's fine. For you home-livers & parent-money-users, love it while it lasts.

shh.

2011-08-09T23:38:00.001-06:00

sometimes i secretly take pictures because i'm sneaky.
& that boy, right there, is my other half.

oh, the places you'll go: sam weller's books

2011-08-08T14:34:00.006-06:00

Sam Weller's Books
254 South Main Street
Salt Lake City, UT
84101-2001

After reading a rant & rage about the tragedy of Borders (let us mourn) followed by this comment:

i knew i had to spotlight my favorite book store. Hidden on the busy streets of Salt Lake resides Sam Weller's Books. Each floor is filled with old & new pages. it's the sort of library that you want to kiss in the corner or sit on the floor with a half circle of books around you covered in post-it notes. I don't particularly like the smell of coffee unless i am sitting in Starbucks, however, the tiny coffee shop in the corner of Sam Weller's is the perfect scent for the entire enviornment. Belle's library has finally entered the state & you may want to slide on the wooden ladder to find your fitting book.

Calling all romance readers, book worms & library corner kissers, Sam Weller's is your place.

whoops.

2011-08-08T13:10:00.002-06:00

dearest blog,
i know that your mother is disappointing you. She is neglecting you & refusing to give you the necessary tender, love & care you require. You see, she has disappeared & you haven't seen too much of her lately. Perhaps someone else may need to take custody of you for just a while. She is a bit preoccupied with a good-faced boy. On occasion they hit golf balls off a cliff & hold hands during church, for the sake of love, i hope you understand her absence.

things to be found.

2011-08-02T14:47:00.000-06:00

the wall of books.
salt lake city, utah.
go find it.

oh, the places you'll go: mini's

2011-08-02T13:55:00.002-06:00

Mini’s

800 South 14 East (Between Main and State Street)

Salt Lake City, Utah 84111

The beau & I make too many trips to Salt Lake. It's such a lovely place with it's tall buildings & tiny bakeries such as Mini's Gourmet Cupcakes. Though i have yet to find a cupcake shop that tops the sweet tooth fairy, Mini's is a delight. With their dainty cupcakes & 50's feng shui, I will be stopping in again.
I would advise the raspberry cupcake. It's particularly moist (what a horrible word) & just the right amount of tang. The lemon is also delicious if you enjoy an almost-marshmallow-y icing with a lemon cake.

Let it snow.

2011-08-02T07:02:00.002-06:00

Farewell summer, farewell.

I am wanting to wear my pea coat & stop for cocoa on my way to work. My scarves want to be worn & I welcome the fall edge in the air. Can I set up my mini-Christmas tree & line my apartment with tiny lights, even if it may be a fire hazard? Let me sharpen my pencils & sit in class. I am anxious to go to the pumpkin patch & sip on cider. I'm am completely fine with wearing tights with every single outfit i own. We can go sledding & snuggle by the fire. We'll lose our sun kissed cheeks & our noses will become red due to the nippy weather. That sounds wonderful.

For now, i may just listen to Christmas music & wear my candy cane socks.

feature friday: volume two

2011-07-31T20:12:00.002-06:00

(joke. it's sunday.) (i'm the worst. shh.)

I usually try to avoid subscribing to wedding inspiration blogs. Let's be real, it's not healthy. Plus, i would like to think i'm original & when completely consumed with inspiration boards, i question if they are my ideas at all.
However, The Ritzy Bee Blog has my loyalty. I will be a forever lover of their phenomenal eye for design. If you are longing for heart-melting details for your wedding or any sort of party idea, you will spend hours looking through their inspiration boards.

101 from apt 1234.

2011-07-29T06:28:00.003-06:00

I run into that over-sized, completely unwanted ficus at every morning & we keep the blinds closed because of the lukewarm creepy boys across from us. Our fridge is stocked with to Totino's $1.25 pizzas & Walmart's "Great Value" everything. Apt #1234 is my home.

I moved out directly after i was given my diploma while the majority of my friends stayed home for the summer. As our free season comes to a close & you pack your bags for the wonders of student housing, i would like to share a few snippets of what i have learned.

1: Fire, avoid it. Especially flaming popcorn because the smell of burnt popcorn will stay in your couches, carpet, hair & clothes for the rest of your days. If you insist on lighting things on fire i would advise orange peels or a nice candle.

2: The first day i moved in, i wrote this: If it wasn't for the full fridge & framed pictures, i wouldn't believe that my roommates exist. I might have turned into detective meg & done some mild snooping. i'm invasive; it happens. I was delighted to see subscribed mail from Victoria's Secret & an array of lotion. Normal girls; score. Until I looked closer; a pregnancy test, the book "how to enjoy films while stoned," & laxatives. Normal girls who smoke weed & potentially have children. That's fine. People come in all flavors.
Don't fret when you are startled by your new roommates. You will be fine.

3: Buy fresh flowers.

4: Use coupons. You'll be poor & mom isn't there to fill your fridge with go-gurts.

5: No one listens to this advice until experienced, so consider this a warning. Manage your time wisely. Purchase a planner.

read my journal.

2011-07-28T14:54:00.005-06:00

My blog is different from my journal. Take a peek inside, if you will.

"Sunday, July 24, 2011
Take Two.
If anyone should write a memoir, it should be me. Between my sizzling romance & witty behavior an entire book on my progressive life would be a delight for anyone to waste their time & read. Let's not forget to mention growing up in Utah taught me that family history is crucial for salvation. Here I am, being saved.
Today I went to single's ward. When alone & female, single's ward is a meat market. The males, without any sort of class or nonchalant manner, flock to the newest, hottest, skinniest girl in the congregation. However, when paired with the opposite sex, the hostility will rise.
You see, I consider myself a smart creature & within 24 hours of McKay Livingston arrival back in the US from Scotland, I pronounced him my territory forever more. That didn't sit well with the female population. He was home only 3 days before we went our first date & since then, we haven't dated anyone else. The Utah county girls weren't given a proper chance. Poor things. I wish I had an inkling of sympathy for them.
Hand in hand, McKay & I attend the single's ward. The comfort & warm fuzzies it brings to my sarcastic heart when he kisses my cheek. Being an abnormally cynical person with more realism in my blood than a liberal politician, there is something about that boy that makes me melt like an ice cream cone in the middle of july. Perhaps it's his quirky self that only I get to see or his raw sex appeal, all i know is: he is mine. forever.

Other news that does not relate to lovers lane, I work at Gold's Gym. Yes, i'm still a vigrin but really, it's a sexual watering hole. I avoid it, mostly. Disregard the persistent creepy requests for middle-aged men, I do like my job. Though i feel as if i am constantly defending my morals, I have learned to befriend people of all flavors. It has taken a toll on my health. Not because of the second-hand steroid sweat, but because I work the 4 AM shift. It's nearly midnight. I work in 3 hours. I have become dependent on Red Bull which is completely degrading to my health. My life expectancy has dropped to 62.
Living on my own has taught me a lot such as living on cheese & popcorn is completely livable. I feel fine & i've even lost weight. Take that, freshman 15. It's bizarre that I do whatever I so desire now that i'm a free woman but I still set a curfew for myself. I'm an adult. I completely skipped the party mode step that most 18 year olds are stuck in. I have traded in late night dance clubs for early morning grocery shopping with my sweetheart. Life is really great.
I hope to see you soon & you hope to hear from me soon."

a wednesday happy list.

2011-07-27T11:54:00.003-06:00

prayer.
early morning smiles.
protein bars that taste like candy vs cardboard.
letters in the mail.

sun kissed cheeks.

beach hair.

friendly people that have no requirement to be nice.

fresh flowers.

i'm cheap.

2011-07-27T11:29:00.003-06:00

yarn & paper: my favorite kind of decor.
student life is the poor life.

i didn't make my bed.
sorry, mom.

my running shoes are on again.
see you at the gym.
i hate this addiction.

on occasion,

2011-07-27T06:18:00.003-06:00

i spend 11 hours at the gym within one day: working & working out.
i become a bit rash when it's late.
i crave to be sun burned because it makes me feel like summer.
i become nauseous when i realize school starts in one month.

i smile when i come to work & see that a special cafe rio delievery has been made.
i let my hair do whatever it would like.
i realize that my food supply includes: 1 poptart, 2 packages of popcorn & a box of ritz crackers.
i doodle in my planner when i'm bored.

i read while at work during slow hours.

on occasion, i blog.

hangry face.

2011-07-23T08:37:00.003-06:00

we had a dinner date.

i decided to do my hair.
(i'm so high maintenance.)

he was the sweetest kind of hangry.

feature friday: volume one

2011-07-22T14:12:00.003-06:00

As the blog boom developed, so did my genuine love for Hannah & Mallory's blog. With blogs full of nonsense & depth much like the abnormally warm, kiddie section at the pool, i have grown attached to the diaries of the fly on the wall & their ability to voice emotion with complete class.

for inspiration & warm fuzzies, continue here.

for encouraging advice about high school, click right there.
for kissing fun, go here.
for words as good as real butter, enjoy this.

enjoy their depth. it's a rare entity.

love letters to calm the malice.

2011-07-22T12:48:00.004-06:00

I might have been a tiny bit ornery like a bear or a 9 & a half month pregnant woman. It's fine. I felt like i was semi-composed disregarding my dry, lukewarm malicious remarks. I would like to think i have p(squared)ms. Post & Pre menstrual syndrome. Which entitles me to be crotchety whenever i please. It's not healthy. I'll tell the doctor.

Due to the fact my sweet mckay was the first & closest in proximity to my wrath, he had to deal with it for the majority of the day. He smiled as i sizzled for no particular reason. With a severe case of the hangrys (angry + hungry: often found in 17 year old boys & hormonal women) i dwelt within my irritability.

that was yesterday. i am fine now.

McKay wrote me a letter. A snippet said this,

"Yesterday i contemplated weather you might be sheltering an angry hornet within your uterus. I love you, even the grouchy you."

find a boy with a sense of humor & that can love you for your high estrogen levels.

oh, the places you'll go: beehive tea room.

2011-07-22T12:05:00.003-06:00

Beehive Tea Room
12 W Broadway
Salt Lake City, UT 84101
Open Weekdays 10am-8pm; Weekends 10am-6p

Being a person who appreciates wing-tipped shoes & grandparent-smelling furniture, i quickly fell in love with the quirks of the beehive tea room. As you leave the streets of Salt Lake, you step into a world that feels much like Alice in Wonderland. With soft big band music & the smell of fresh herbs & aging antiques, you can order scones, crumpets, tea & my personal favorite, italian soda. For an out of utah experience, take a trip to the beehive tea room.

i would advise the peach or raspberry italian soda.

stop reading in between the lines.

2011-07-20T23:34:00.007-06:00

that venue.

those single blooms.

these carnivals.

those perfectly round balloons.

these straws & details.

this rose gold number.

that dress, please.

& this simplicity.

aging.

2011-07-19T12:18:00.002-06:00

For my summer fun, i don't stay out abnormally late at the dance clubs or enjoy bon fires with a group of friends. I don't work a 3 hour a day job or spend the desired time out in the sun. Money isn't something to be spent anymore, but saved.

i'm not sure when this shift happened nor do i particularly think i could pinpoint it but if i had to, i would say the day i put my diploma under my bed & picked up the keys to my apartment.

Today i sat alone outside of a strip mall & it was quiet. 11:00 is an awkward hour. Too early for lunch & too late for breakfast. I opened my newly purchased book & enjoyed a smoothie. Though most classify fun as things exploding or semi-reckless behavior. Sitting seemed to be more fun than it has been. Perhaps i'm not fun. Perhaps my youth is slipping quicker than it should for a wrinkle-free, 18 year old.

for now, i will read my books at 11:00 AM.

a wholesome relationship.

2011-07-18T11:24:00.000-06:00

my brother & i love each other.

satan's music.

2011-07-18T05:46:00.005-06:00

As a person that generally lacks endurance & self-motivation, exercising regularly hasn't always been a source of recreation- in fact, it may never be. I would rather eat a cupcake & convince myself it's just as healthy as upping my cardio.

However as my age increases, my metabolism decreases. The cupcakes will soon be taking a toll on my lanky self & being an Gold's Gym employee i feel as if it is some unwritten requirement to stay semi-decently fit.

To hold my ant-sized attention span & to politely avoid any sort of communication, i turn my "run" playlist on far too loud.

Shamefully, i will release my workout playlist:

Click Click Boom - Saliva
Walk - Pantera
Bodies - Drowning Pool
Beast & the Harlot - Avenged Sevenfold
Wretches & Kings - Linkin Park
Coming Undone - Korn
Sound of Madness- Shinedown
Country Song - Seether
Rebirthing - Skillet
Dragula - Rob Zombie
Scream - Avenged Sevenfold

Being an usual Ingrid & Regina listener, while in the gym i become a hostile animal, i suppose. It's out of character. it's fine. I never felt particularly bad for my heavy listening until i attended institute last Wednesday. Of course the lesson was based on the influence of music.

It's time for a bittersweet farewell with Tech N9ne & Avenged Sevenfold. I am in dire need of uplifting, motivating jams with a steady beat.

help, please.

get thee hence.

2011-07-13T22:38:00.003-06:00

I never wanted to see those crystal blue eyes ever again. That crooked smile was just a memory i wanted to leave behind in that building which has become completely dormant in my life. My initial attraction to him creeps me out entirely because fancying a teacher is wildly inappropriate but he continues to dance around in my personal life.

Whatever moron thought it was a half decent idea to hire a male of his sexual appeal should be banned from the school district. With much intent to try to disregard the natural attraction, the female student body (& staff, i'm sure) will always walk too close to him while passing in the halls & stare a bit longer than necessary.

Realizing the attraction, i was uneasy. So, i left. I placed myself off of the premises with a diploma in hand with good intent to never, ever see the student-council-lady-killer again. My self inflicted creepy status decreased & i felt fine.

& then he made a reappearance.

With a warm & automated, "welcome to gold's gym." I looked up from my post-it notes & high lighters only to see the one i left voluntarily. I smiled, the uncomfortable kind, the kind when you know the smile-receiver realizes your discomfort. With a quick flick of the wrist, i scanned his barcode & let him enter the floor.

So, there he is. Every day. Every morning. He lifts heavy weights & I avoid watching. The entire creepy factor has taken it's spot back in my heart. I wish teachers dwelled within their classrooms & only to be let out for grocery shopping, bathing- but definitely not working out.

it's monday but i dare you to smile.

2011-07-11T22:55:00.002-06:00

aside from a 4:00 AM shift & complete lack of sleep, monday has been bright,
due to:

my lifted, ruffly bed.
2 trips to the sweet tooth fairy.
a nice & needed visit with cupcake.

kisses on the forehead.
warm rain.
walks by the river side.
hugs from mother kirby.
phone calls just to stay awake while driving.
wrinkly men that attend the gym every morning.
love, in all forms of the word.

i demand to be told what made you smile today.

a home brightener.

2011-07-09T11:58:00.002-06:00

purchase a $5.00 bundle of flowers from walmart.

a dedicated boyfriend.

2011-07-08T09:41:00.007-06:00

He smiled as he walked through the doors. I was ecstatic. Surprise visits at work are my favorite- especially during a 10 hour shift. However, as the clues quickly pieced themselves together. I knew something was terribly wrong.

A few days in prior, our car had a mishap on the freeway & died completely. Eliminating our main source of transpiration concerned me. While i reside in Orem, he lives 13 miles away in Lehi. Without a car, i knew that my surprise visits would be uncommon.After the surprise shock had settled, i noted his shlongboard (short longboard). It was in half. I thought to myself, "perhaps shredding 13 miles breaks boards." & then he turned to show a bit more damage. My stomache churned & became too woosy for the situation.
I was frantic as the blood ran down his arm. You must take note, i passed out in my 7th grade health class because of a movie with exposure to blood. A concoction with my queasy stomach & my sweet boy's arm nearly dangling off of his shoulder, i wasn't as gathered as i should be for a front desk receptionist.

the story is:
he boarded the 13 miles to Orem because he is too sweet to me. In his good attempt, he was hit by a car. That car didn't stop. I hope their integrity is still intact.

the moral is:
find a boy that is so dedicated to you that he will always find a way to you, regardless of the danger.

revamped.

2011-07-07T19:38:00.003-06:00

After too much time spent on photoshop & serious procrastination, i welcome you to the new "twisted fairytale." To comfort your lost souls (as if this is necessary) a brief tour & explanation will happen, now.

Perhaps a bittersweet farewell is in store to some long running traditions. The conversation clip & periodic picture didn't feel beneficial & frankly, it gave me anxiety. I do not like clutter. In deep sorrow, i would also like to dismiss the daily hero. After seeing the good in over 360 people & recognizing it, instead of focusing on the petty things. I feel lovely.

In the place of the daily hero, i felt as if some sort of warm fuzzy replacement was in need. While recognizing teens from over the valley, i realized that it wasn't necessarily applicable to the rest of my readers. To expand the "look for only good" mentality, i would like to introduce "feature friday." Every friday a particularly lovely blog will be spotlighted. Instead of a snippet on the side of my blog, i will simply dedicate a post to another blog. In hopes to expand the blogosphere & nice words, i will write what i enjoy about the certain blogger. Starting tomorrow.

For those who still would like the list of blogs i read, you can find it here. It's rather hard to maintain due to the fact i continue adding blogs to my reader daily. Sure, it's an obsession. I don't need rehab.

On the note of sponsoring opportunities, that is still in the workings.

with fear of losing my followers, i won't be changing my url which is a hassle. Those blasted 'x's may have been a terrible idea. Though "a twisted fairytale" has expired & blossomed into "a meg story." Simplicity is my favorite.

welcome.

questions, comments, concerns?

2011-07-05T14:44:00.002-06:00

excuse the inconvenience.
under serious redesign & remodel.

for annie: a black cat to keep.

2011-07-03T23:19:00.003-06:00

we found her today & named her mouse.
she was in a bush without home.
we kept her & disregarded her unlucky aura.

sunday stroll.

2011-07-03T22:38:00.004-06:00

good news.
it's okay to be happy & to be completely happy. There is no need to find the negative or to listen to those who have a negative outlook on the situation. Just smile a bit more than necessary. Love a lot & love genuinely. Ground yourself in your standards. Remember your Savior, always.

Sundays seem to be the sweetest of the days. The day you don't have to worry about going to work or school. It's completely acceptable to just sit & to enjoy the blessing of sitting. McKay & i always make time to have ice cream on sundays to make it just a bit more sweet. Go on a walk because this utah warmth will only last so long. Go to church & sing loudly. Accept change. Be thankful.