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If you know me, I want to know you. Let me know how we met and I will most likely friend you back. Let me know how you found me, and I will most likely friend you back. Stalk me silently; I don't care.



Who am I? I'm Megan, and I live in Houston, TX. I've been active on LJ and several other sites for a few years now. I'm currently in college working two jobs and trying to change my life around after a huuuuge bout with OMGteenANGST! that was particularly nasty. I love childish things and I'm not afraid of being myself. Most of all, I love my darling cats and totally awesome family.


Places I exist:

deviantART:  Photography and writing. [en-miettes]
tweet:  I am addicted to it. [infiercepieces]
Facebook:  Don't use this one as much as I used to, but I still log on several times a week. [Megan C. Lim]
NaNoWriMo: National Novel Writing Month is a one month competition to write a novel of 50 000 words in thirty days. I've participated several years for now. [chibi emmyette]
Screnzy: Script Frenzy is the script-writing sister of NaNo. One hundred pages in thirty days. 2008 was my first year participating and I thoroughly enjoyed it. [chibi emmyette]
Neopets: I'm back on this one as well. The username is a painful reminder of my total lack of awesomeness when I was younger. If I could rename it, I would probably make it something like "superawesomehippomutant." [poem_gal7]





Mood theme by wickedground

You know how sometimes people on your friends list post about stuff going on in their life, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-Word-Answers seldom help anyone out. (:

FIRST NAME
Megan

AGE
20

LOCATION
Humble, TX, USA
Just about 20 minutes north of Houston. I've lived here all my life. I'm a Texan, but not a redneck. I don't ride a horse to school. I don't own a ten-gallon hat. I do say "y'all" and "fixin' to" but for the most part, I speak correctly and with very little of an accent.
( there is more... )

FUCKING YES I HAVE SCOLIOSIS.

And the doctor I saw today ordered more blood work and some x-rays and says that yes, she does believe me when I say something is wrong with me. FUCKING YES finally.

Ugh. I am trying to work out my schedule for next semester. So far this is what I've got:


Monday/Wednesday
9:00 am to 11:20 am    SGNL 1401: Beginning ASL I

Tuesday/Thursday
9:00 am to 10:50 am    SLNG 1211 Fingerspelling
11:00 am to 11:50 am    SLNG 1215 Visual Gestural Communication

Online
SLNG 1317 Introduction to Deaf Community


I want to add at least one more class on Monday/Wednesdays and I'd really like it if it could be a P.E. course because I am getting lazy and have no muscle tone. And I'd really like to not have all interpreting classes. It'd be nice to have something to break up the monotony.

Siiiigh......

Title: I That You
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Emotional sadness; death
Summary: Two individuals meet during their vacations during high school and fall in love.
Notes: I figured out what was wrong. I was writing the wrong story. Okay, it was the right story, but it was the wrong method. I've revised that and I'm solely concentrating on the relationships between characters. I've also cut the zombies. *sob* But it's writing itself now. There is going to be less action, and more mushy stuff, but I like this concept better.

This is the first story I've finished for the novel.

Word count:
     Goal: 22 000
     Acutal: 5 953

( Effortless... )

Okay, I've decided to just use this as an archive for all of my writing things because it kind of gets lost on my LJ and there's not really any websites dedicated to creating portfolios of writing stuff. Just art, be it amateur or not.

Crossposted from dreamwidth. Original source here

I now have a Dreamwidth account. I'll mostly be using it to keep up with scans_daily, and if I should post anything using my DW account, I've set it up to automatically be sent over to LJ.

However, I still anticipate that LJ will be my main home. It's served me well. ♥

Crossposted from dreamwidth. Original source here

I used to keep an extra giant bobby pin in my violin case so that I could pin my hair back as I played.

Today I took it out. I put it in my hair. And then I opened my rosin and applied it onto bow hairs that I was honestly surprised to see still attached to both ends of my bow. And then I pulled out my violin and I tuned it. I pulled up a concert A I found via Google and tuned that damn thing.

I had thought that after three years of not touching it, it would be horrendously out of tune. I had thought that I would not remember what the proper intervals sounded like. I had thought that I would turn one peg and all of the strings would snap and whip me in the face and fly about the room as if to say, "This is what you get for leaving me. This is what you get for abandoning me for so long."

But it wasn't and I did and they didn't.

And so I tuned that damn thing and pulled out an old and yellowing Suzuki book and turned it to one of the last pieces I could remember playing well and playing joyfully. And I was rusty at first, I mean....come on. That was a given. But I wasn't nearly as bad as I had thought I would be. And for the first time in three years I felt my thoughts stopping and they started focusing on one thing. It wasn't the tv playing in the background. It wasn't the sound of the kitten playing in the other room. I didn't hear the AC switch on and off and I did not notice the planes flying over head. All that I could see, all that I focused on, were those damn black notes. And I didn't have to squint at them, I didn't have to struggle to read them, I just knew them. I could anticipate what movements my fingers needed to make and I found that instead of struggling for each note like I thought I would, my fingers found them relatively easily. It felt as if I had taken no more than a week off. It was like riding a damn bicycle.

And here's the crazy thing:

I knew that I missed it. I've been thinking constantly about all of the regrets that I have housed within my little body about quitting and not even taking the damn thing out of its case for so long. But I never realized how much.

I felt every single note in my body in a way that I never have--and probably never will-when I sing. I knew where I was going; I knew where I had been. It felt right.

There have always been two things that I felt I could do well; writing, and playing the violin. And hot damn, if I don't do those things well enough to make up for all of my other life-long blunders.

Holy hell guys, I think I am awesome. I think it might be explosive.

Do any of you happen to have Meta's Romantic Train print? Just wondering. Because I may or may not be considering buying that with my non-existent money.

Just uh....let me know.

More correctly, ONE thing I love.

I present to you, via startrek_diary, a wonderful piece of internet filth co-written by kinkme and myself. It is Texas Constitution PORN. Consider yourself warned.


( Okay, it's not quite porn, but this is my state's JUDICIARY SYSTEM we're talking about! )


I don't... I don't even have words.

Also:

♥ ♥ ♥ surprise visits from friends at work ♥ Christmas ♥ singing Christmas carols ♥ my darling cats ♥ debating the advantages of pulling a Caroline McKenna and storming into his office and kissing him for all he's worth ♥ being in charge ♥ singing at the top of my lungs ♥ driving with my windows down ♥ autumn colors ♥ phone calls ♥ the feel of having my violin against my skin again ♥ nanowrimo ♥ writing, words, language ♥ faux-80's pop ♥ dancing in my underwear ♥ remembering the feel of his hand on the small of my back ♥ candy ♥ the sound of the time clock after a productive day at work ♥ the feel of a good pen against smooth paper ♥ surprise letters ♥ couragewolf ♥ pokemon ♥ pillow fights ♥ campus kittens ♥ shakespeare ♥ ♥ ♥

Title: Un-Division
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Language
Summary: A continuation of last years' novel, Super + Ordinary. Against the backdrop of a conventional zombie attack, a group of people, both normal and not, become more than just pieces of the whole picture.
Notes: A slow start, but I'm finally starting to pick up speed. These guys are filled with angsty angst angst.

Word count:
     Goal: 8 000
     Acutal: 3 841

( Days 01-04 )

I think I may be turning into Caroline McKenna. Um. Huh.


I think this realization might be better suited to a random twitter update but oh well. YOU GUYS GET THIS ON YOUR FPAGE NOW.

UH.

I'm fucking lame.

You know what I'm sick of?

I'm sick of getting my assed reamed for not washing my dishes.

How the FUCK am I supposed to wash anything if my brother has two pans and six plates and a mixing bowl and utensils in the goddamn sink? Am I supposed to go outside and use the hose? Do I wash them in the bathtub? In the bathroom sink?

What the fuck?

I paid the goddamn mortgage this month. I make phone calls for you. I proofread your homework. I do the shopping. What does he do? Sits on his ass and work out and fill the sink with dirty dishes thus making it impossible for me to clean my own.

Stop yelling at me just because he doesn't listen.

I fail, sorry. XD

I can't decide what to wear to work today! I've already worn everything once, and I don't feel like buying a new one. Here are my choices:

• Taxi Driver
• Indian
• Disco girl
• Poodle skirt

Life. It's happening.

It finally hit me yesterday that NaNo is coming up. It's not that I didn't know, it just hadn't fully hit me yet. I dug out my copy of No Plot? No Problem! and started decorating my moleskine cover. I need to start planning this sucker.

( NaNo stuff )

My new project is Personal Constellation. It'll be a tumblr...thingy (what do you call it? is it a blog? is it...something else entirely?) dedicated to creating a positive force in my life. It will consist of music, quotes, pictures...anything that brings a bubble of lightness into my heart. I'll try to update it at least every other day, but no promises, since we all know how I can be with commitment. Go ahead and take a look and see what I've put up so far! Click here~

I feel as if I get down so easily lately with all of the issues going on at home with money and my "dragon," as Sarah calls my brother, and so I wanted a place I could go that was a collection of things that had brought a smile to my face in the past. That way, when I was down and out, I could go and check it out and be reminded of how AWESOME the Universe is. And since kindergarten taught me it was polite to share, I thought I'd put it out there for everyone to view.

I miss you guys. I love y'all so much and the random hello's and phone calls have really kept my spirits up. I'm sorry I've been out of touch, and it means a lot that you guys still think so highly of me that you are still thinking of me.

Um. My family my lose our house. Again. Within the next few months. Right now we're trying to refinance it, so hopefully that will work and we'll be able to keep it. I know that one very wonderful individual on my f-list had been offering to pay my way at cons or to take me on fantastic trips, and I know the rest of you are probably wondering why I'm not posting and commenting, so I wanted y'all to know. It's been really heavily on my mind, and so I've been in a very cynical mood lately. I didn't want to subject you guys to that. I won't be doing much of anything exciting for a while, either. So it's not that I'm too busy for you guys, or that I don't want to do exciting things with you.

And I know you guys probably want to tell me that things will get better, etc. But really, please don't. I have no doubts that life will look up eventually, but neither you or I have any idea when that will be, and so I don't want to hear it. Losing a house once is hard, but having to go through it again, and with this being the one my dad bought us, it's hard. And it makes me miss him. I know you guys are going to send positive thoughts my way, and pray for me if you believe in such things, and I want to thank you for that. You don't have to tell me, because I know that you would like for me to be back to my superhapyawesome self, but it may take a few months.

So let's not talk about depressing things, and just concentrate on what's going right in all of our lives. The world gets us down, but I know the universe has great plans for us. I love you all. Like, so much.

Halloween's been a blast, and I am totally kicking ass and taking names. I love telling customers they are doing it wrong and that I won't bend policy for them. The look on their faces is great. They underestimate me and think, "Here's a cute girl, I can pull the wool over her eyes and get her to take back this damaged costume that's obviously been worn," and then I don't and the shock on their faces is priceless. JUST BECAUSE I'M TINY AND CUTE DOES NOT MEAN I AM A PUSHOVER. :D

Also I've been having fun with my costumes this year. When Becca and I go to Chris' Halloween party, we'll be matching leopard-print dress witches! I'm going to dig out my flavored body glitter (it's peppermint) and put sparkles around my eyes and in my hair. I'm excited~ Chris' parties are fun, and I like that I've finally found someone who will invite me to parties and not hassle me about not drinking. He keeps a cooler full of non-alcoholic beverages just for me and Jenny!


Oh, by the way guys, I think you're all totally BAMFs. Just, you know...for the record and all.

♥♥

And check out my new LJ layout featuring art from my wonderful Kelly-darling!