Either way, that's unimportant. You're probably wondering who I am. I've been given way more opportunities to write an introduction than are really necessary, so I'll just move my current one over from MySpace.
My name is Beluga/Megan/Waffle/Bondage Fairy, but I'm not really the bondage fairy or a real live Beluga, nor am I very pleasant when you put me in a toaster.
I take pictures. A photographer. I have a Canon EOS Digital Rebel XSi. It's my baby. But chances are, you wont be seeing much of my photography.
I like videogames. Pretty much everything except for sims of any kind. Flight Sims. No. Sims. No. Racing. Rarely. Blablahbla. You get the point. Just some days I really suck at them. Actually, Final Fantas XII kinda possessed my life for a while, and Katamari Damacy did for a day. (Literally, a day and then I was sick of it.) Oh, I have a PS2. That's my second child.
I paint. Mostly switching back and forth between acrylic and watercolor, but generally just whatever medium like me at the moment. I like working digitally more, though. I just don't have photoshop... I use openCanvas 1.1. Mmm, freeware.
I've had my share of fuckups. The big ones, too. Nothing I'd like to share.
The truth is, you could shoot me dead and I wouldn't care so long as I made an impression here on Earth. One for the better.
"We're the good bad teenagers of our society, aren't we?
We're not good people by your standards, and we're here to save the world.
We'll be the infamous heroes that corrupted your children over the television; your parental controls and preachings wont stop us now."
I care about most people. I'm easily worried. This causes me a lot of stress. Generally when you're upset, I'll notice. Even if I hardly know you, but chances are you know me a little less. That's the way it works usually, isn't it? You're all so sweetly unsuspecting of the people that will notice the things even you girlfriend doesn't know about you, but hey, I'll keep quiet.
I'm really reclusive, but I'll almost always be the first person to talk to you... That is, if I do talk to you. I'd much rather have people talk to me, but that's just not the way it works, is it? A lot of the time I feel I really don't fit in anywhere. A little paranoid about rejection, but it wont hurt if you get to know me and say you hate me. Maybe.
Chances are, if you know me from school, you don't know me. Chances are, if you don't know me, you haven't really read this far. Chances are, if you haven't read this far, you won't give a rat's ass about why I added you. Chances are I added you because I want to get to know you, but never do. And now is the time for me to bow out and let you decide if you want to know anything else and message me.
Anywho, now that that's out of the way, I'm going to give my long overdue update. Number 1, Typhne was over recently for out To Kill a Mockingbird English project. We worked on some of it, but most of our time was consumed by her playing videogames (Gasp! Typhne playing videogames! That's a pretty rare occurrence.) And got caught up in another magical misadventure. Right after Typhne came over I had realized I didn't have my book... This resulted in a trip to the bookstore, only neither of us can drive and my parents were at a wedding. We spent a good portion of our time after realizing this looking for busfare for me and my student ID, both of which I'd left in my parent's car. I eventually just borrowed some change from my sister to catch the bus and ignored the fact I didn't have a student ID, and we were off.
We almost walked down to the bus stop when we could see from a distance that the bus stop was blocked by a construction area, so we took a detour to the Speedee Mart to ask where the next bus stop was and to break Typhne's $20. The cashier said that the next stop was past the railroad tracks so we thanked her and left. We began walking down to the next stop, and I spotted the bus coming. Haha. Too late. Our bus drove past us, and we didn't want to wait an hour for the next bus. Instead we ended up walking the next 6 miles to Barnes and Noble in the sunset as I sang Little Black Sandals. We finally got my book, and that was around 8:45... We left the house at 5:34. Pretty exciting stuff.
After that we walked to the mall to get a bite to eat, and ended up getting Panda Express at the food court because it's one of the few restaurants Typhne won't get a migraine from eating at. This is how I discovered Typhne was a bottomless pit. We spent about $25 on food. The first stop was Panda, second was Ben & Jerry's, and the third was Walgreens for chex mix. :(
I had water and shared a meal with Typhne.
After our trip to the Galleria mall and Walgreens we went back to the bus and thank God the bus got there soon after... There was one more bus coming after that.
We eventually made it home after some walking after we got off the bus, and blablah. :] Good day.
Before Typhne came over, I had Ann and Aimee(my cousin) over after going to see Matt & Kim and Cut Copy. It was a pretty fun show. I got a hug from Kim. It was Aimee's first show...
And now for news about last night. I went to buy jeans and bras. More magical misadventures. I remembered I start crying every time I try to buy clothes. I didn't fit into any jeans, and none of the bras came in a 36C. :/ Blablafuck. I started crying. 1.) Because shopping makes me hate myself, 2.) I don't fit into anything, and 3.) I've gained like, 15 pounds in the last month. I've been really stressed out. Oh, and fitting rooms have mirrors.
I'm talking on the phone right now so I think now would be a good time to wrap things up.
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