netflixing

I become obsessed with tv shows.  Like to the point of I lock myself in my room for days on end watching every episode on netflix while crying in my pajamas and holding a bowl of popcorn.

You think I'm kidding?  Try again.

I was really glad that Netflix only has the first 24 episodes of New Girl (Season 1!!)  because I really would've been stuck in my room again.  This time, it was only a day.

Why do I become so obsessed with shows?  Who knows.  I don't even care, but at least I'm not in my room smoking pot or something (side note: I don't want to offend those of you who do sit in your room and smoke pot, but that's just not my thing.  Like I'm a total hippy girl at heart, which is a completely different person than a hippIE but more on that some other time, or never.)

So yeah, I'm totally digging New Girl.  I feel like it's because I totally get Jess.  Seriously though, I'm that ditzy girl who's really innocent and loves polka dots.  She can't say the P word (you know what I'm talkin' about.  Oh, you don't?), I can't say the P word....so yes.  I'm trying to pull myself out of the world of high waisted shorts and Shmidt.

I'm the kind of girl who loves getting lost in a fantasy world (so did that on purpose).  This probably explains why I've always wanted to go into acting, but most likely won't.  There's just some pull about a world with romance, different people, and crazy situations.  You get a whole new experience without actually having to be in that moment.  Like I now know what it's like to share a bathroom with three guys.  And I never had to even live with one of them!

I'm pretty sure my mom thinks I'm super antisocial thanks to the gift she gave me of supplying me with a netflix playing television.  It's seriously the best thing ever.  So yes, I'm currently stuck in the wonderful world of New Girl, but it'll be over as soon as I find the next show I'm dying over.

Oh and Netflixing is a word.  And if it wasn't before, it is now.  It describes what I do: Sit in my room alone, crying and eating popcorn, while watching entire seasons of tv shows without a break.  Netflixing.  It's the new planking.

And while I choose to sit here and tell you all about how antisocial I am, I'm really supposed to be putting on makeup so I can actually go see other people.  My priorities need some serious re-evaluating.

Happy netflixing!

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shine bright like a...pearl?

Meghan.

I've always hated my name.  Despised may be a better choice of words.


It just seemed so bland and everyone in the world and their mothers had the same name as me.  Oh, but mine was super special because it had an H.  Man was I a superstar.

That six letter word has literally given me anxiety attacks my whole life.  I wanted to stand out and be someone special, something special.

Yesterday, I had coffee with a friend (surprise, right?)

We were talking about names.  What names mean, how it can apply to us and who we are.  I've always wanted my name to mean something beautiful and unique.

But Meghan.  It means pearl.  But until yesterday, I had never thought of how a pearl was made.  It starts as a tiny, insignificant grain of sand.  But then the pearl deposits this, velvety, smooth pearlness layer by layer.  Slowly it becomes a beautiful, gorgeous jewel or gem-it's worth more than anyone would even consider paying for sand.  Tons and tons of sand.

But that's just it, people don't sit there and hold a pearl, thinking 'Oh what a beautiful grain of sand.'  People don't look at me and think, 'oh she used to be so insignificant.'

We all started as a grain of sand.  We were rough, unwanted souls before God took us and decided that something needed to change.  He's working on us, on me, changing our ways and making us perfect.  He has made us perfect in his eyes, a pearl.

My name might not be unique or have a cool spelling, but it means something.  I'm a pearl, maybe not to the world, but God sees me as the perfect pearl He's creating.  And that's special.

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hello, my good friend

I can officially say I haven't blogged in years!  Or a year.

Either which way, I'm back!!  I feel like I'm finally over the icky part of life I was in for a really long time.  It's so freeing to know I'm not constantly in a trigger state and I can actually live and love my life.

So I guess you can say this is my new life.  Or my living.  No matter what, I'm me and I'm back-stronger than ever!(:

I've missed you all (or the few who actually chose to READ these crazy things) and I'm seriously so psyched to be back!

my life in pictures (or videos...)

I finally edited the first ever vlog!!!  I had so much fun doing it and I'll try to do one every week (key word: try).

And for some fun exciting news!!

I'm done with school so I have some extra time on my hands.  With this extra time, I will be making a facebook page and (hopefully) a Twitter page for my blog!!  I'm super excited and I'll definitely share them with y'all as soon as possible.

Here's the video!  Enjoy!

breaking your own heart

We don't have to care about everything people say.

I know it seems like we do, we have to take it all in, believe it, understand everything about it.

Something I've learned is that not everything people say I have to listen to.

I used to sit there for hours, listening to everyone's problems and trying to fix them.  I wen to bed, crying for them and not for my own pain I had bottled up.  I started to figure out when people would want to complain to me.  Sometimes it was a 'how's life?' or 'how are you doing?'.  I used to be so prepared to give them advice, but now I know I can avoid it.

Why do I avoid people's problems?

It's not because I'm selfish and I want to complain about my own.  I just don't need to take everyone's problems as my own.

I guess, you're just breaking your own heart by taking everything personally.  Sometimes, it's hard to remember that people aren't always trying to hurt us because of something we did.  It might just be that they are going through something and they need to take it out on someone.

You don't have to be someone else's punching bag.  There is a fine line between listening and being a target.  If they want you to fix their problems, the line was probably crossed.

I'm not sure how this fits in or anything, but it bugs me when people are constantly saying the same thing over and over.  We can only hear so many times about the same problem before we want to fix it, which can actually lead to more problems.

I guess my point is that you don't need to take everyone's problems as your own.  You don't have to try and fix them.  Sometimes, when people say something mean to you, it's a reflection of them not you.  There is a fine line between listening and being the punching bag for someone.  If they need to release anger, they should literally go take it out on a punching bag or hammer nails into wood, or something.

There's my random ramble/blog post haha :P

Have a fantastic week!!!

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