For Rebekah...

lately, my dearest friend rebekah has been experiencing a few unnerving cardiac malfunctions; and much like rebekah herself, traditional western medicine is having quite the time decifering them. basically, that's a BS way of saying that no one knows what is wrong with Bek and her accompanying heart palpitations. anyway, in order to expedite her recovery, i'd like to officially announce to her and the rest of the blog-reading world, that a new and pee-your-pants exciting addition has been made to the pursuit of peace and joy.

her name is Liv. and she is perfect.

a better cuddler than your boyfriend, softer than cashmere, and prettier than your average super-model, Liv is well on her way to becoming my life time companion. can't wait to share stories of her with you.

rebekah, feel free to watch this video and Wall-E as many times as you need.

love,
old megg and little liv

PS. i know i've been sparse with the posting lately. if you get bored, be sure to check this out. AMAZINGLY AKWARD.

he's just not that into you....

ok. i know i'm light years behind contemporary women everywhere, but for my first night in Boulder with Bek, i wasn't tired, so i read the first three chapters of He's Just Not That Into You. Let's just say, I didn't have high expectations- what literary wisdom can possibly come from a book, made into a movie, where jennifer conelly gets cheated on and jennifer aniston has to trick ben affleck into marrying her. this is pretty much the opposite of reality if you ask me.

please try to cheat on this woman, and then see what happens. only the tiger woods' of the world get away with this crap, and even he got beat with golf clubs by a blonde.

Anyway, when i opened up this pop culture phenomenon i was not ready for this comedy and truth expressed perfectly in words:

"I'm about to make a wild, extreme, and severe relationship rule: The word "busy"

is a load of crap and is most often used by assholes. The word "busy" is the relationship

weapon of mass destruction. It seems like a good excuse, but in fact, in every silo you

uncover, all you're going to find is a man who didn't care enough to call. Remember,

men are never too busy to get what they want."

well, i'm not to sure about all the "man" generalizations the author is making here, because unless i'm a man, and i am not, i too like to get what i want; and strangely enough, i think most women over the age of 20 understand the concept of prioritizing. so, maybe the point here isn't that men and women can't make functional relationships NOT because the man is too busy to call the over-emotional, over-analyzing, desperate, waiting by the phone woman. maybe the problem is that both men and women possess the higher executive function to prioritize what they want, and maybe both are prioritizing the wrong things.

i didn't start reading this book because i have a floundering, desperate dating life where i meet loads of men that never call me. as all of you (minus creepy internet stalkers) know, i have absolutely zero dating life since entering med school (that's approximately 1.5 years if you're counting). yep, that's right, what are you doing right now meg, welllll, ohhhh i'm just blogging in bed while eating beef jerky.

so, the point i'm reflecting on here is not one of romantic relationships, but more of relationships in general. "Busy" is an age old word used by both our mothers and fathers for generations and generations before us to get out of stuff they didn't care about / find important. and i completely agree with greg behrendt when he says that "busy" is a word most often used by assholes. its good to know that my medical education is pruning me into a scientific, critical thinker / asshole. how many times a day do i hear/talk about how busy i am and how much i have to do. why? because in so many ways our busy-ness can determine our self-worth. if i'm not active to the point of exhaustion and under-eye circles, i don't feel like i accomplished much. maybe this isn't what life is all about.

i can't wait to start off the new semester with the knowledge i will never be too busy for things i actually care about. and although i will be making NO new years' resolutions, i am excited about the enlightenment that busy-ness brings as well as my new anti-wrinkle cream.

i tried.

15. confession: i saw the lion king (not the animated movie, but the musical) the other night. it was beautiful. i wanted to say it was perfect, but it wasn't actually. really, i was freezing cold most of the time and pretty far away from the stage. the guy that played Mufasa kind of sucked and the grown up Simba had a bit of lisp. i also had a full plate of beef tacos and a marg beforehand and kind of wanted to die. BUT it was beautiful, nonetheless. which is how must things in life turn out anyway; imperfect yet all together beautiful when you look back on it. overall, my favorite part was the ballerinas that played the grass. they swayed and whirled just like i imagine human sized grass in Africa would. also, the whole theme of the symbiosis of nature was pretty overwhelmingly emotional for some reason.

those giraffes are pretty out of control.

14. confession: i'm feeling pretty drugged up on cough medicine right now and it took me about 45 mintues to write the paragraph above. so i'm giving up on the confessions. i hereby retreat into Christmas hiburnation with a 5 book reading list and new Gap pajamas. love you all and see you in the new year, where i will not be doing any resolutions. Peace and Joy, forever and Always.

love you, mr. frodo

16. confession: yep, that's an inappropriately long lord of the rings quote in the margin of my blog. and it's not leaving. get over it.

second try

17. tonight i watched the office instead of studying for my psychopathology exam. this is the first time i've watched non-DVR'd TV in a while. it was worth it. Micheal Scott dressed up as Jesus.

"His last name is Christ, he has the power of flight, and he heals leopards"

p.s. i'm slightly pissed at you readers for not informing me of the horrible numbering tragedy of the last post. bonus confession: i HATE proof reading. can you tell?

Christmas Confessions

instead of being Scrooge-like this Christmas season, I've decided to get into the spirit by doing a 25 days of Christmas confession count down. i know, i know, the 25ish days of Advent have already started. but since Christmas this year is all about being honest (i've recently decided that), what better way to start the count down than by confessing that i hadn't even noticed it was December until today, when i realized i was 8 confessions behind? gosh it feels good to get that off my chest!

anyway, here it goes.

25.confession: this is what gave me the idea:

i love glee. what is better than a bon jovi it's my life/ usher confession mix with an asian kid break dancing in the middle? you can get back to me on that one.

24. confession: i truly believe this.

if you feel the same way, you can find support here.
i also think a similar situation applies every time a girl in San Antonio wears uggs.

23. confession: i don't actually own a bedazzler.

i own two bedazzlers.

22. confession (yes, i am going to write that for all 25...): i haven't said "holy shit" ever since kaili elaine sent me this email....


21. confession: after everything with Tiger, i've decided that BobbySeis was right. My standards for men are too high. but can i help it that my dad let me watch Top Gun when i sick on my birthday in the 4th grade? i don't think so..... ( i am super pissed at blogspot for not allowing me to embed this video)



22. confession: when i stumbled across this picture today while "studying" in the library, i cried a little.

see earlier posts on crocodiles for details.

21. i'm about 90% sure i'm doomed to become a psychiatrist. i'm 100% sure the majority of my patients will be my current classmates and medical students around the world whose souls are dying a slow, painful death of youth and innocence lost. i'm 105% sure that all the unread medical journals throughout the rows of the library emit some type of spirit and collagen degrading substance.

22. confession: whenever i think about the 2 confessions above, i look at these. and everything's better.



i contend that the photo booth mirror function is one of the top 10 inventions of our time. medical student meg or middle eastern super spy? only time will tell......

well, that's all i've got for now.

it's now or never. i just wanna live while i'm alive....

peace, joy, and baby jesus

meg

Get Behind Me, Santa

how i feel about christmas '09 so far.

It's times like these I must trust the words of a wiser soul, and when it comes to Christmas, that soul is Mr. Sufjan Stevens. I'll love you forever.