MeggzNew York, United States141 days till my birthday.
Fluidity in motion.
IAM Megan. Hi! IAM 17 IAM a lifelong New Yorker, with no plans to leave. IAM Swedish. Jag talar svenska. IAM a smoker and a drinker IAM an atheist IAM a vegan IAM a musician. I play six instruments - piano, harp, guitar, ukulele, violin, and bass. As a bonus, I also sing passably IAM sarcastic to a fault IAM an avid reader. Sylvia Plath, Ayn Rand, Arthur Conan Doyle, and William Faulkner are a few of my favorite authors. The only writer I consistently dislike is Kurt Vonnegut (I am prepared for the onslaught of "how the fuck do you not like Vonnegut?!1!" I've tried, I really have! I just don't get the appeal) IAM likely to have accidentally punched you in the face in a mosh pit IAM tall (5'10) IAM living with Ehlers Danlos (hypermobility type) along with a host of related conditions. IAM a secret nerd - shhhh IAM a bit of a movie snob - I mostly watch movies from the 30s through 50s, but crappy horror movies make my life 100% more awesome IAM somewhat shy, so say hi! (Be forewarned that once the ice is broken, all shyness dissipates in 0.02 seconds. Approximately.)
I have:
- 16g monroe
- 16g lip piercing
- 14g smiley
- 1/2" lobes
- 14g tongue (it's back!)
- "I am" Sylvia Plath forearm tattoo
more to come...
I miss my:
- 12g navel
Because weird angles are rad This picture looks odd resized.
Mod-Tracker
Tattoos
I am: Quote from The Bell Jar
Piercings
All in a row!: My monroe, smiley, and lip make a diagonal line!
New Stuff
2009/10/06 21:22 So over the weekend I decided to get my tongue re-pierced. While I was in the hospital in the spring, I had to take my tongue barbell out for an MRI, and by the time I got out it had already closed up! I was rather bummed, but put off getting it redone for the longest time (around 6 months!). This weekend I decided it's been long enough, and went to Crazy Monkey Tattoo to get it redone.
While I was there, Bobby offered to touch up my tattoo (which was in dire need of a touch up - it was truly looking awful), so an hour later I walked out a very happy person with an achy tongue and arm.
I then proceeded to take the wrong train and ended up majorly lost. However, not even that could kill my good mood - I stumbled upon a park in which a bunch of guys were skateboarding, so I sat down and watched them for a couple of hours while waiting for my friend to attempt to find me based on an intersection. Luckily, she's a directional genius and came relatively quickly. I was almost disappointed when she showed up as by that point I was wholly impressed by the tricks these guys were pulling, plus there were fireworks (!) and a bunch of rats apparently playing tag around my bench (I don't mind rats, I actually find them fairly cute). All in all, a good day!
PS: In the attached picture, my tattoo's in the pre-peeling bubbly-third-degree-esque stage of healing, which is pretty much the least attractive, plus at the angle at which I'm holding my arm the lettering looks crooked - long story short, it looks way better when I'm a competent photographer.
Back to School
2009/09/08 19:47 The school year starts tomorrow for me, and I'm completely unprepared to relinquish my summer. I'd much rather sit on the beach than in a classroom, but considering I'm going into my senior year, I'm almost done! I'm also starting at a new school this year (I left private school for a number of reasons, one being our differences of opinion regarding appropriate aesthetic expression - translation, they wanted my piercings gone and my tattoo covered up) which is tough at any age, but going into senior year somewhere new is probably a touch more stressful. Then again, I'm only stuck with these people for one year, so I can't really complain. I can complain about the fact that I have to get up early again, considering I've gotten used to 11 am as a reasonable time to wake up. Oh well, at least the commencement of fall means that winter's coming soon, and winter means SNOW! Yay!
Enough whiny ranting, good luck to everyone in school, and to all of you who work, you are lucky bastards :)
Home!
2009/08/31 21:08 I'm finally home from Maine after 10 days, and I've got to say I wish we could have stayed longer. As I predicted, the cell phone service was dismal at best and internet access, when finally set up, was dial-up (archaic, I know). Despite all of that (or perhaps due to it), I had a fabulous time hiking, swimming, and generally being in relatively untouched wilderness (considering that I'm used to skyscrapers and highways, the winding, one way road of Acadia National Park is the closest I've seen to untouched wilderness).
I dragged my eight year old sister and mother up The Bubbles, two mountains shaped like a gigantic pair of boobs (I'm not kidding, look them up!), and to many protests, whines, and slides down rock face I finally managed to get them to the tops of both in one day. Before I tell this next story, I have to inform you that I'm generally a very sweet and laid back person who avoids confrontation and yelling at all costs. That being said, I tend to be a bit of a drill sergeant when I have a goal in mind, and Gandhi help the people who can't keep up (i.e. my kid sister and prissy mother), so I attracted more than a few looks as I told my sweaty sister "no, Michele, you can't take a break! We're not at a pretty view yet! Can't you wait a damn minute? Oh for fuck's sake, here's a water!" (Imagine the last two sentences muttered under my breath, culminating in my throwing a frozen water bottle at the thoroughly disgruntled child sitting in the middle of the trail in protest). Morals of the story: if you're not in top hiking condition, don't hike with me. Ever. Oh, and I am a horrible person who should never reproduce.
When we DID get to the top of the South Bubble (after about 15 breaks that I conceded to after much whining) Michele (little sister) was incredibly proud of herself and excited, and even moreso when I showed her the main attraction of the mountain, Balance Rock. Also, despite my maniacal ranting to speed up, she still maintains her opinion that I'm the best thing since sunlight (I'm aware I insert twisted bromides into conversation a lot, and I'm sorry). Anyhow, back to Balance Rock. Viewable from the road below, it attains its name from the fact that it looks as though it will tip over and fall into the lake below at any second. It's firmly in place, to all tourists' dismay. Michele and I had to try and defy millions of years of precedence and attempt to tip it over. Naturally, we failed. Pictures of said attempt are attached, as well as a few pictures I snapped while hiking (not just on the Bubbles - these pictures span my whole trip) - I'll get around to posting the other million later.
Headed for Maine!
2009/08/19 21:09 Every summer I take a week and a half out of my boring suburban existence and head up to Mount Desert Island, Maine. To say that I stay in a rural area would probably be an exaggeration of how populated it is - I stay in the boondocks. I couldn't see my neighbors if my life depended on it, and the gathering place for locals seems to be Walmart (words can't describe how amazing the people watching is there).
The only things to do are fish, swim, and hike. Luckily, I love swimming and hiking, so it's always a pretty good trip. However, as someone who's perpetually attached to some form of electronic device, it's a little bit painful. There is internet, but it's dial-up. I have the occasional spazz-out in which I yell at my computer to "load the fuck up already!" or attempt to climb onto the roof for better cell phone reception, and unsurprisingly both tactics are completely useless. This summer I've decided to just go with it, accept my incredibly slow internet and pathetic reception, and read a damn book (Atlas Shrugged and The Red Badge of Courage are first up). Wish me luck!
