25

I started a new blog. I got tired of this one and needed a fresh start. I might still update this one. I haven't decided if I'm completely scrapping it or not.

I would kill for a pizza

For the past year, I've been having some minor digestion issues that I finally asked the doctor just before my insurance ran out thanks to turning 25. After running a few tests, everything was declared "normal"--no food allergies, no intolerances other than the horrible lactose intolerance that began this whole food battle, no parasites, no nothing. So if everything is so "normal," why isn't everything normal?

So now that I have no insurance, I've taken things into my own hands. Thanks to Google, I discovered an absurdly comprehensive elimination diet, which allows me to eat nothing but fish and rabbit food for a month before I begin adding human food back into my diet. This is what I've been eating since Saturday:

The white lump is fish, and the green lump is avocado.

It's not all bad. I like fruits and veggies and fish, and I like that I haven't felt sick every time I eat, and there's a chance that I might lose my love handles this month, but I could really go for a nice juicy burger and a butt load of fries. I seriously think I'm going through grease withdrawals.

According to the doctor who invented this diet, I could potentially become less sensitive to certain foods by the time I figure out what it is I'm sensitive to, so I'm hoping, while keeping my feet securely planted on solid ground, that by the end of the month my digestive system will just reset itself, and I'll be able to eat again. And if that's the case, I'm eating an entire pizza by myself to celebrate.

I Dyed My Hair

My hair used to look like this:

Now it looks like this:

I wanted it to be this color:



I'm thinking about trying for the Fine Frenzy red again and getting my hair cut like this:

or like this:



I'm kind of leaning toward the bottom picture with the bangs from the top picture. But maybe I should go without bangs for a while since I always let them grow out anyway. What do you think?

So... It's Been a While

I have a confession: sometimes I don't update my blog because my life is boring. Maybe boring isn't the right term, but my life is, nonetheless, completely average. And I'm not very creative, so while some of you are writing vibrantly witty blog posts, making the most ordinary thoughts or activities amusing to any casual reader, I suffer from chronic writer's block, which explains why I no longer want to write for a living. I still enjoy writing, but I just can't do it all the time. I have to wait for inspiration to burrow its way through all my mind's clutter, and if I have constant deadlines all up in my grill, I can't really afford to be patient with myself.

But what about the bachelor's I just earned in professional writing? Well, I decided before I graduated that I wanted to be an editor anyway, not a writer. And editing is still a possibility. There's just not much demand for entry-level editors right now. But some of you might remember when I was a health science major. Despite my ridiculous diet of Cup O' Noodles, Chinese take-out, and whatever confectioner's delight was currently in my apartment, I was working toward a career in nutrition. Well, I'm not going to be a nutritionist, but I am going back to my health science roots.

A couple weeks ago, I was on Facebook and saw an ad that said "Become an ultrasound technician," and I was like, "ok." I didn't click on the ad because bad things happen when you click on Facebook ads, but I did my own research, found a program nearby, and decided that I really wanted to do this.

This career change was a recent decision, so I'm rushing and struggling to communicate with Everett Community College so I can start taking classes in the fall. I've applied, but I can't get anyone to answer my e-mails or phone calls, so the whole thing is still kind of iffy. At the same time, I'm really depending on starting ASAP. I need to finish my pre-reqs by the end of winter so I can apply for the diagnostic ultrasound technology program at Bellevue College. If I don't finish my pre-reqs by winter, I may be doomed to wait another year to start the program, and that is just unacceptable. I'm turning 25 in a few weeks, and I need to get out of Marysville once and for all and get on with my life.

So if all goes according to plan, which I'm determined it will, I will be an ultrasound technician in a couple years, and I am so excited about it. I feel like I've finally decided what I want to be when I grow up and I feel as giddy as my childhood self who wished she could grow up to be a dolphin.

The Big Yellow One Is the Sun

I've been home for almost two months now. Since that time, it has been raining nearly nonstop. My favorite was last Wednesday. When I left work, it looked like we were actually going to have some decent weather for a change. And by that I mean there were a few breaks in the clouds, and could tell the sky was still blue. But before I made it home, it started pouring. Really pouring. Streets in Marysville were flooded up to the doors on pick up trucks. I drove up the hill toward my house and watched people taking pictures from under umbrellas, which is significant because Seattleites never use umbrellas. Water was geysering out of the street drains, transforming our hill into a river.

 Here are a few pictures I stole from a friend's Facebook. I'm sure he won't mind. This was after things had let up a little.

Saturday was perfect. I didn't have to work, the sun was out, and it was 74 degrees. I ate my lunch on the deck and sat outside for hours with my laptop, intending to apply for jobs, but the loveliness of the day was much to distracting. I knew I was going to get burned, but I didn't care because it had seemed like ages since I had seen the sun. I could deal with the burn. Plus, I really like aloe vera's cooling effect on my hot skin. The unfortunate part is that I sat on one side of the table the entire time I was outside. My left side got a lot more sun then my right side.

Sunday was cloudy again. My cherry arm is the only evidence that the sun showed its face in Marysville.

Dear Sun,

Please come back. I'm miserable without you, and I'll be needing to even out my skin tone once this turns into a tan.

Love,

Megan

Why I Don't Dance

I just can't show up people like this:



Wait! Wait! Wait! Here's another one that involves wigs. I think my favorite part is the end, starting around 3:10. This guy rocks.

Midgets

Why does TLC have so many midget shows? Midget documentaries are boring. They do everything average-sized people do; they just need a ladder to do it.

If it's not the little people, it's the big families. They have the Duggers, who should really consider a vasectomy. What are they up to now? 19? But then there are all these shows about multiple-birth families. You'd think TLC would have learned their lesson with Jon and Kate, but now it's Table for Twelve, starring the Hayes family with their two sets of twins and a set of sextuplets. Let's hope show biz doesn't get to them, but if it does get to them in the same way it got to Jon and Kate, at least TLC could have one last special where the Hayeses spill their guts about the destruction of their once happy lives.

Who would ever want a camera crew following them around 24/7?

Silly people.