Faking It

Let me preface this post by saying that I'm in a show, Fangirl , and have been trying lots of things to connect to my character and part of it has been creating her a playlist. This is what Marcie's been listening to this month...and a few things from me...we're the same person at this point, especially after the last two weeks of me making costumes every day and walking around Phx Comicon like wut? Let's be real. I Really Like You by Carly Rae Jepsen Closer by Tegan and Sara Come To A Party from Dogfight Fine from Ordinary Days Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen Give Your Heart A Break by Demi Lovato See You Again by Miley Cyrus Cruel Summer by Bananarama She Wolf by Shakira Bang Bang Bang by Mark Ronson & The Business Intl. Starstruk by Lady Gaga Thinking of You by Ke$ha Some Nights with Cecilia by Fun vs. Simon and Garfunkel

I love movies. I really love summer blockbusters. As trashy and unsubstantial as they may be, one of my favorite things is to go to midnight premiers and stay up all night watching one schlock fest after the next. But sometimes, ok most times, I take them too seriously. Confession: I look at movies as warnings for the future. Like Jurassic World is coming out soon. There are attack raptors and a giant thing that jumps out the water and you can sit in the splash zone, and everyone who grew up in the 90's is so excited because our childhood is back. Are you freaking kidding me?! This is a cautionary tale, but apparently I'm the only one in the world who's actually concerned about it. Why does no one else in the world think this could actually happen?! These movies always start with some idiot scientist thinking they can do something they shouldn't in spite of the rules and ethics and whatever, and everyone thinks no one would ever be that stupid, but I think you

By now, I'm sure you all know that I am a rebel. I mean, obviously. There are plenty of social mores that I do subscribe to, but if I want to read a bit of a book before I buy it, I'm going to pop a squat in the aisle and read it right there and to hell with the consequences (stink eye from Barnes and Noble personnel usually). And yesterday, it was a friends birthday and I realize that I never fully engage in birthday festivities, no matter how much I love the person/birthdays. Confession: I never sing "Happy Birthday" with the rest of the group. I hate the 'Happy Birthday' song. I love birthdays, but cannot wait for the singing part to be over. Well, most of the time. See, when it's my birthday I only like when my family sings to me, because my Mom puts so much effort into it like she's trying to rally the troops, and my sisters sing in different octaves. It's just lovely. But when other people sing to me on my birthday, I sit awkwardly and st

My blog is 5! Oh my gosh, if my blog were a person it would be going to kindergarten in the Fall. Ugh. Well that took an unexpected turn early on. My point is that it's easy for me to think of this blog as a person because I think about it constantly. I'm always worried that I'm neglecting it, I pour myself into it, I worry that it's not interesting and no one will like it. I love this blog like I love the people in my life. And it's a huge part of my life. It is my life in some form. My last 5 years are recorded here. So much has happened since that first post where I claimed my place on the Internet. The good and the ugly , it's all here somewhere. Some recipes, mostly mishaps, lots of confessions, the two years when I said nothing because I was so lost I not only had nothing to write about, but was so worried I had actually disappeared into nothing. But I didn't and now we're here! I write at this blog at least once a week, I write everyday at br

I don't cook a lot. I know how to make basic things, eggs, I can cook meat even though I don't eat it; but I never had time when I first moved out on my own because I was in grad school. I lived on PB&J and soup. But sometime last year, I figured out how to make sauce. Like really good pasta sauces and now I consider myself a great cook. I figured out how to do one thing and am suddenly genius in the kitchen! I was always a good baker. Baking has always made sense to me, probably because I have a deep emotional connection with cupcakes. I make incredible cheesecakes, I'm trying really hard to step up my cake game and am trying fancy frosting techniques, I make caramel and toffee from scratch! Once, I made Seven Layer cookies that an Italian family from New Jersey loved! Even so, some things baking just elude me. I cannot for the life of me make a meringue of any kind! I'm terrified to even attempt macarons, but I did try to make something funny for my birthday

A friend of mine wore a pair of sunglasses where the lenses were in the shape of a star or something like that, and someone told her she couldn't pull them off, which was a) mean, no one wants your unsolicited opinion, and 2) not true, she can totally rock those! And she said that I wear heart shaped sunglasses, and they supposedly said, "that's because Megan has style." Confession: I have no idea if I dress my age. I was raised by a tomboy Mother who is naturally beautiful. She taught me the basics and I've figured out the rest on my own through experimentation (not always successful...sigh...) I love doing my hair, crazy makeup, lots of lipstick, high heels, accessories, and most of it is probably not age appropriate. When do you stop wearing big dangly earrings? When are you supposed to keep your hair short? I already wear smokey eyes during the day--yesterday I was trying out the makeup for a show I'm working on and walked around life with electric blu