This sums up moving.

So I suppose that would make it, what, a dining room floor sale? A Living room thrift store? Something like that.

I have a crap ton of random stuff that can't go with me on the move. I want to get rid of it. Maybe I can get a couple bucks for some of it. So I'm going to pretend that my living room/dining room is my lawn. Yard Sale!

Date(s): Saturday and Sunday the 11th and 12th.
Time: 10 am - 5 pm
Location: My place, you should know where it is.
Stock: Shelves, books, clothes, magnets, shelves, lamps, shelves, tables, shelves, jewelry, posters, original art, big pile of random fabric, two small TV's (one with a VHS player), and in case I hadn't mentioned it before....shelves.

Come, visit me before I move, take some stuff, make me an offer I can't refuse. ('cuz really I can't say no to much right now)

I have the fabric sitting in my drawers, and the time to do it. And now that I sold off a bunch of old games, I even have the game to...."research" with.


Yeah, we'll call it research.

I'm turning 25 and dammit, I want a big-ass party. There's a shit-ton of room now, and I think there should be happy people filling it. Come, hang out, play games, torture the cat a little.

This is a potluck-type deal here, since I can't barely feed myself as it is. So it's BYOWhatever you want to bring. Amy has already taken a vote on cake, and is in charge of THAT particular monstrosity.

So I find myself in the sudden need for a roommate (or two perhaps), though this was not in my original plans. Carl got hired up in DC and is suddenly moving out next month. This leaves me with an empty room (or two if i put away the sewing crap) and a severely empty wallet. Seeing as how I still haven't been able to tie down some gainful employment, I've been panicking pretty much 24/7 as it was. Now I'm panicking while rowing down shit creek with with no paddle.

If you know anyone reasonable stable and/or sane that can pay rent, pleas send them to me. I have a three bedroom, with all kinds of fantastic amenities. (see here.)Plus a cat. With one person it would be 495 mo. plus utilities. Two roommates would be 331 mo. plus utilities. Pre-equipped with a fantastic kitchen, full living room, and A very desperate Megan.

Or if you know someone who might hire me despite my apparent DO NOT HIRE sign above my head.

Any love would be much appreciated, as my January is rapidly declining into a pile of suck.

Literally JUST got back home. Flming was exhausting and crazy and all kinds of entertaining. Pictures loaded up on Flickr.

Enjoy them while I am comatose for a good 24-36 hours.

Heading off to the west tomorrow to be a filmin' a movie. Should be back on the 16th or shortly thereafter. Communication unknown. If you get my voice mail, please don't just hangup. I hate that. Leave a damn message.


Upon my return? Epic Thanksgiving plans.




That is all.

* Take a picture of yourself right now.
* Don’t change your clothes.
* Don’t fix your hair
* Just take a picture.
* Post that picture with no editing. (Except maybe to get the image size down to something reasonable. Don’t go posting an eight megapixel image.)
* Include these instructions.




This is my morning-why-did-I-get-bangs-again? face. And more reasons I should only take pictures when I've had a chance to pretty up and actually wear makeup.

Did I mention cake? I snagged big_danny_t's camera while he was off chasing skirt stealin' towels doin sumfin. I snuck in some pictures of my own and I really DO want a nice SLR sometime soon. Really I do.

'Cuz see? This looks awesome. And I want to make with more awesome.

Tomorrow I graduate. I am not freaking out. Not much.

So, tomorrow at like 4ish we're doing a post graduation dinner at Super King. And then afterwards partying like it's 1999 at my house. Anyone else game? I've gotten a bunch of bailings, so I should have plenty of room. (If you already answered the Gcal invite, you're exempt. But if you DO want to come, I need to know stuffs... SO, I makey the poll!

VOTE BITCHES
Poll #1188838 Graduation Shindig
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 6

Epic dinner at Super King?

Post feeding party at mi casa?

And for my curiosity: sexy cap & gown pictures?

...post some fucking cats.

Yeah...just...yeah. I'm a happy camper. I has new pretty and I got to see Lilli. it looks awesome. If I can snag a good job sometime soon, maybe I'll actually get the balls to get started on the big back piece.

Going home to Winchester this weekend. Well, not FOR the weekend, just saturday and Sunday morning. Then I come back to work like a madwoman on the collection, which can also be seen here.

I have Wed. and Fri. off this week and all of next week for spring break. Who's a wantin' to do somefin?

It was awesome. Seriously. For once, a party I throw is actually attended by more people than I can count on one hand. And I got to hand it to my friends, youse all is awesum.

I want to thank everyone who came out and had fun. You guys really made my birthday perfect this year. Thank you so much.

I'm in his LJ, stealin' his polls. 'Cuz I'm cool like that you know.

Premise: Carl and I have run across a multitude of our acquaintances that seem to think that Carl and myself living together would have had disastrous consequences. Apparently us getting along like, well......ducks in water...kinda baffles people.

And we are in turn baffled by you.

SO, he posed the same question I do now. Feel free to answer his, mine, both or neither. (his is here, fyi) We are curious. getting-along-edness.



Poll #1142764 What kind of insanity is this?
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 8

What did you expect of the Carl/Megan combo?

Are you ACTUALLY coming tomorrow?

IF YES to the above, do you plan on crashing here?

I'm going to be doing some serious cutbacks on the good 'ole Friends List this week.

If you think you might be on the cut list and want to stay, say something.
If you would rather me go ahead and take you off anyway, say something.
If you are who I think you are, or aren't, say something.
If you want to be somebody to me, say something.
If you want to patch things up, say something.
If you never want to hear from me ever again, say something.
If you love me, say something.

Pretty much....say SOMETHING.