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What are five things you're good at?
Submitted by HapaLove.

Man, I haven't updated this thing in forever. ;_; Sorry about that, lonely intarweb blog. LiveJournal is my main sqeeze, I guess you're just going to have to come to grips with that fact. :/ But I was thinking about you earlier and I got an e-mail informing me that someone added me to their neighborhood, so I suppose I could brush the dust off a little bit, huh?

Ok, five things I'm good at:

Blogging!
Um... eating chocolate.
Talking!
Making up stories about stuff
Biting?

YAY. :p

I should start up on that writing about my day thing again!

Have you ever Googled your own name? How did you feel about the results?
Submitted by elen.

When I Googled my name, most of the resulting girls who popped up were models and porn-ists. CRAP, I am an inferior Megan Williams! :p Haha, I'll probably live though.

Ok, so last night's blog was way too long! From now on we'll stick with one main event to elaborate on and just summarize the rest.

The soft whine of the CD alarm whirring to life woke Megan before the music began. She groped for the snooze button, silencing the first few moments of a trance beat, and let her head drop back to the pillow. Behind her, Travis murmured something unintelligable and tightened his arms around her waist, pulling her close. She smiled, sighing her way back to the verge of sleep for a solid seven minutes... before the beginning of the same song again roused her from her hazy dreams.

She turned in Travis's arms, rested her forehead against his. He didn't move at all except for his lips, which curved up into a half smile that never ceased to melt her heart. "Sleepy boy," she whispered.

"I can't help it," he rasped back in a voice thick with sleep.

Minutes passed, and the alarm sounded it's call a third time. She silenced it once more - there were still fifteen minutes before she had to leave for work, and her clothes for the day were lying in a pile at the foot of the bed. She trailed her fingers gently over Travis's smooth chest and down, smiling at he stretched against her touch. She hated this part - throwing off the blankets, getting dressed, going out into the frosty morning and leaving him behind for eight hours out of the precious few days that she had with him. Still, it had been a few days since she'd made it to work on time, and someone was going to say something if she didn't start getting to the Ranch before noon.

Grumbling, she swung her feet over the side of the bed, eliciting a small chorus of metal creaks from the aging twin frame. It was chilly. Sliding her arms into the ridiculously oversized robe on the top of her laundry pile, she gathered up her clothes, closed the door quietly behind her, and crossed the hall into the bathroom. Somewhere else in the house, her roomate Kellan was talking softly to the newest kitten, who miaowed piteously back at her.

Megan chuckled and let the robe fall to the floor, gazing critically at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a mess. Five months ago it had been less than an inch long and she'd loved it - the endeavor of trying to grow it back was resulting in something far less manageable which resembled a dark brown explosion more than anything else. She punched the straightening iron's faded 'on' button and stuck her tounge out at her reflection. She was bony but un-toned, with broad shoulders and wide hips and ribs showing against the skin around breasts that she couldn't quite convince to become A-cups. Fading bite marks made a jagged line beneath her collarbone, hardly more now than shadows on her skin. Sigh. Her hazel eyes looked especially brown this morning.

A few minutes later she was on the road in her tiny white Kia, singing her own music since the CD-player which served as her stereo was out of batteries. Brand New sounded decidedly better in her mind than it did on her lips this morning.

She was only seven minutes late to work, and that much she could blame on the ice and slow drivers on the fifteen miles of winding road between her house and the Ranch. Krystal waved distractedly as Megan pushed through the door, barely glancing up from counting out the cash drawer. "Hey, any idea why we're $23.05 under this morning? Did someone switch out quarters last night or something?"

"Um... maybe. If they did it was after I went home."

"All right."

Krystal was only a year older than Megan, but she seemed somehow more adult. She was extremely full figured and had long, dark blond hair that would put shampoo commercials to shame, but she was practical and blunt and very, very country. She and Megan got along just fine, in a professional sort of way, but Megan always got the feeling that they might actually be friends if they could ever manage to do anything outside the office.

The day was too long. By four thirty it was nearly dark outside, which made it feel like time to go home even though she still had four and a half hours on her shift. She spent most of the day making web surfing look like work - a skill at which she was getting extremely proficient. There was a community on LiveJournal all about people granting Christmas Wishes for other people, which she addicted herself to for... she glanced at the clock, suprised. For over four hours already. The dinner bell was due to ring any-

Clang-clang-clang-clang-clang! "DINNER!" Well, there it was. She waited by the office computer anyway, letting minutes trickle by. She hated walking into the Chuckhouse early. It always felt so awkward trying to figure out where to sit; much easier was to sneak in late and grab whatever chair happened to be left over. Dinner was steak and potatoes. None of the cowboys teased her for refraining from the meat this time around, which was quite the variation from the norm. It wasn't that she was a vegitarian, she just didn't like the taste of most meat, especially not when it came in huge, red-dripping slabs. Less than fifteen minutes later she quietly excused herself, only to be stopped by a large, work-worn hand thrusting itself under her nose.

"I don't believe we've met!" Sitting across from her was a man who looked every inch the Hollywood version of the typical cowboy - plaid flannel shirt, beer belly, mustache, cowboy hat, and amiably handsome adult face. "My name's Bill."

Megan extended her hand, her professional smile springing into place out of sheer reflex. "Hi, I'm Megan!" The following handshake was bone crushing, and she returned it in kind. One year's living in Germany had at least left her with a clear idea of how to give a proper handshake.

"Bill here used to be the general manager of the Ranch," interjected the wrangler sitting beside her. "He hired me himself back in '82."

"Oh, really? Well, that's great." Bill was still looking at her, so she cast about, searching for something to say to allieviate the awkward silence. Earlier while he'd been chatting with the other guests, hadn't he said something about guitar? "So... you're a musician, then? Guitar player and everything?"

He chuckled. "Used to be! That was back in my younger days, though.

"Oh, I see."

"Yep..." his conversation returned to the adults sitting around him, and Megan politely scooped up her dishes, put them in the washing tray, and headed outside, following the white plumes of her breath in the air back towards the office.  

((Whew, kinda rusty. O.o Well, I guess that's why I'm doing this. :p Tune in next time for... Megan goes to work... FOR THE MORNING SHIFT. DUN DUN DUUUNNNNN. XD That aught to be several different brands of fun. :p))

Ok, so I've been kind of wanting to actually keep an account of what I /do/ on a day to day basis, rather than just what I /think/, but that always ends up sounding so very boring. SO, if I'm going to write about boring nonsense, at least I'm going to make it useful.

Writing practice!

From here on out in this blog, I'm going to write about my day as if I were writing a story. It'll keep me in form. :) Yay~ All right, first entry in this style coming right up.

Woke up early this morning to go get turkey hash at my parent's house, it was awesome. Before we actually got to eat though, Mom sent us to the store to get vanilla so they could make hot chocolate. I saw Amanda in the parking lot, that rocked! I guess she's coming over tonight, which also rocks. :)  Travis and I went home and back to bed after breakfast until I had to go to work, and now I'm at work! Not the most eventful of all days, but hey. :p

When do you start your holiday shopping?
Submitted by Murphy.

Usually at the very, very last possible minute. :p Actually, maybe I should start thinking about that pretty quicklike here, huh?

Right, so I'm actually a LiveJournal girl... but this whole Vox thing looked kind of interesting, so I'm giving it a shot.

Diggable? MAYBE. I like the layouts.

Anyway, so it's Thanksgiving, as I can tell by the fact that my poor, college starvation-shrunken stomach is crying about having been crammed so full five hours ago.

Unfortunately I am now at work where someone negligantly left a hideous whiny country CD playing in the foyer, so I'm trying to pretend that um... it exploded? Well, so far it isn't working, but maybe with time.

RIGHT, so run-down of the day thus far:

Woke up next to Travis, was delighted. :p Normally he only comes up for weekends, but as he has the week off from school he's here all week this week. YAY. We kind of lazed around for a little while before we finally dragged ourselves out of bed. While he was in the shower I chatted with Kellan in her room for a while. I thought she might be ticked off because Boy and I were a touch on the noisy side last night, but apparantly we weren't house-broadcasting noisy. :p We went up to my parent's house and my mom talked to my Grandma for a while about how she thinks I'm a natural teacher, an opinion resulting from my brief foray into teaching the 7th and 8th graders she's long-term subbing for. I was grading papers for her and the kids DID NOT KNOW HOW TO WRITE A SUMMARY, so I came in and taught them and the stuff they turned in to me after that was way better, but I dunno, it was really a pretty easy lesson to teach.

Anyway! We ate dinner and hung around the house until Travis and I went back home and had a teensy catnap before I had to head off to work, where I'm currently residing.

Last night kind of rocked - I finished the webpage and final paper for my computer class, and I think that grade in itself is going to bring me up to at least a C. It's hideously frustrating - I have A's in all of my other classes, I just apparantly decided that slacking my face off this time around would be a good call. Lame. But hey, sophmore meltdown? Yeaaaahhh....

All right, that's probably more than enough for a first post, huh? Later~

What are you thankful for?

Dude, I'm thankful for blogs!

Haha, ok. Also for having my own place and a car that at least for the moment works and a sweet action boy.

HA.