Littera scripta manet.

Mon, 02 Nov 2009 17:05:18 GMT

I didn't get cast. Luke really was right, overconfidence is a weakness. *sigh* I'll be in bed wallowing for the day. Come back swinging tomorrow.

sigh

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 01:56:04 GMT

As many of you know, I have never been the most patient person in the world. Moving to NYC has not helped that in the slightest, except for when it comes to public transportation in that it take me at least an hour to get anywhere in Manhattan. Anyways, all that to say-- I had an audition yesterday and the hell that is the wait between the audition and the posting of the cast list has not, nor will it ever get any easier.

It's just really frustrating and I don't know whether to sigh, cry, rip my feather pillow to shreds, or just attempt to go to bed early.

The really sad thing? It's for a tiny show. In the grand scheme of things, this show will not make or break anyone's career.

*sigh*

In other news, someone really could have warned me about Mrs. Landingham.

Well...

Tue, 27 Oct 2009 00:45:42 GMT

In this week's installment of "Megan's been deathly ill (and is grossly prone to exageration when feeling under the weather) and while bedridden has decided to indulge in unknown fandoms" -- the winner (thanks to sache8) is The West Wing.

It's like the Gilmore Girls/ER of political television. And I mean that as a compliment. I love snappy dialogue (therefore Aaron Sorkin) and television that assumes that its audience is actually *gasp* intelligent. So therefore, even though I am only 14 episodes in (and have recognized an astonishing amount of quotes from my f'-list icons) I'm completely in love. This rarely happens without someone pretty to look at! Don't get me wrong, I think Sam is as cute as a button, but he just doesn't do it for me personally. Too much of a boy scout/seeking approval thing, but do I think he's a good character? Yes. A resounding yes for almost everyone. I love them all so much that I'll even forgive them for being democrats because they just seem to care so damn much.

CJ is my favorite so far, and she and Danny have become my newest OTP. Something about strong women and cocky men... hee, I just love it. Josh is adorable, and I wish my relationship with my boss was as nice as his and Donna's. Although Donna's high pitched nasal voice is getting on my last nerve, I do like her. She's better than Mandy by any stretch of the imagination.

I want Leo to be my grandfather and Toby is growing on me. I love him to pieces one minute and can't stand him the next. Which is probably why I adore him. He seems like a normal guy. And whoever thought of casting Stockard Channing as the First Lady *love*. I keep seeing Charlie Sheen (whom I despise) whenever I see his daddy playing about in the Oval Office, but I'm really trying not to hold it against him. I like the character of Josiah, but I need him to show a hubris other than a biting sense of humor and a penchant for boring folks with archane national park trivia. I think (if I remember from the actual run of the show) that does happen eventually. Once I get there and see a humanizing weakness, I'll probably adore him.

And speaking of undying adoration-- Charlie Young, hello, I'm yours. I probably find him the most compelling character so far, which is sad because all I seem to ever hear him say is "Yes, Mr. President." Although he did have an absolutely beautiful (and controversial) moment when he said that he wouldn't want his mother's killer to be executed, he'd want to do it himself. That's an idea that (unfortunately) I understand wholeheartedly, so I was bizarrely excited to hear that opinion come out of a character that already has a special place in my heart.

All that being said, I really hate him with Zoey, not because she's the president's daughter, but because I really hate and disrespect Elisabeth Moss as an actress. She's ok on film, but I saw her on Broadway in Speed the Plow last year, and I'm really sorry, but (theatre actress rant-- you've been warned) but until you prove to me that you can hold your own onstage (I don't even demand that you be spectacular, just that you can hold your own!) I can't respect you as a well rounded actress. Humph.

Hmm, casting about for other thoughts,,, This show really makes me wonder where I would have ended up if I had stuck with my law/polotical aspirations I had when I was younger (so wanted to be in politics and be the first female president), still it's not a life I envy... Too bad this show already ended. There went my shot to be one on tv ;).

jumps off cliff too

Mon, 19 Oct 2009 20:55:18 GMT

Well, if everyone else is talking about being sick, I might as well join the chorus of groans, sniffles, hacks, coughs, and mutterings.

Although, to be fair, I am better by half than I was yesterday. (Yesterday I was a miserable shell of a human being who, apparently, had a "wet nose, like a puppy!" to the delight of one of my managers...)

Today though, I have stayed in bed most of the day listening to all the songs that Glee has put on itunes, and fancying myself a better singer when a) I am sick and b) no one is actually listening to me. :D

In other news, English Breakfast tea is the best thing when I'm sick. It was the only thing I could drink when I had strep throat a couple of years ago, so I'm kind of surprised I can even still tolerate it, but it makes my heart happy and my throat feel soooo much better it's not even funny. All hail the Brits!

And... that's it. I think I migh attempt a shower now. We'll see.

Baby steps, sir. Baby steps...

Seems only fitting...

Tue, 29 Sep 2009 04:44:19 GMT

I watch a crapload of tv and movies, so shoot!

Ask me a fandom, and I will tell you:

+ OTP
+ Runner-up
+ Honorable mention(s)
+ Crack pairing(s)
+ Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't

In other news, I met Jim from The Office (!!! John Krasinski!!!) and his fiancee Emily Blunt (so talented) tonight. :D:D:D

Road Trip!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mon, 21 Sep 2009 03:53:58 GMT

Or, at least, you know, plane ride!!!

Off to Vermont to visit the lovely jadeywoman ! *squee* Am much excited. Not so excited about the fact that it's midnight and I have to be awake again in 5 hours and I'm not packed, nor have I dried/straightened my hair or you know, slept. Eh, we'll get there.

Anyhow, away for the internets for a few days. I'll try to check in sporadically, but no promises. If you need me, call the cell.

See you on the flip side, yo!

Amusing Story of the Week (NYC Style) Pt. 3/Anniversary

Tue, 15 Sep 2009 04:27:10 GMT

So, I celebrated my 1 year anniversary of moving to NYC the same way I spent every other momentous occasion of my life this past year-- at work. That's the bad news. The good news is that without being at work, this installment of Amusing Story of the Week would not have been brought to you [proudly sponsored by the letters N, Y, and C and the numer 20-- the subsequent age of the new US Open champion, who, it must be said-- is a smokin' hottie. *ahem*]

Anyhow-- I was at work, standing at the host stand, when in walks this man carrying a unicycle. Into my 3-star restaurant. I repeat-- carrying a unicycle.

I'll give you just a moment to adjust to that mental image. Got it nice and fixed there? Good. I'll continue...

Where was I? OH YES, THE UNICYCLE. Now, one thing you must also understand is that, other than the unicycle, this man looked relatively normal. Middle aged, slightly balding, polo and khakis. so, he waltzes up the the host stand and oh so casually wheels the unicycle to a resting position against the wall

"Hello." my fellow hostess and I exchange glances to ensure that yes, we are, in fact, seeing the same thing. A slight nod from both of us. We are.

"Hi!" His greeting is upbeat and peppy. "Have you ever heard of The Pink Man?"

Again, my fellow hostess and I exchange glances with a growing sense of vague trepidation. "No."

"Well, you're in luck! *I* am The Pink Man!" he exclaims excitedly. "I travel around and [blah blah blah]..." At this point, I have lost track of the conversation completely because he has lifted up the pant leg of his khakis to reveal a shockingly pink knee sock. I blink, and feel the corners of my mouth starting to twitch in time to my now rapidly beating heart. Stifling the growing laughter I tune back into the conversation to hear him ask if he can change in our bathroom. At this point, he (still holding his pant leg aloft for all to see the pinkness) draws the unicycle close. "But, I'll need a place to dump my ball of clothes until later." he continues.

I blink again and bite the inside of my lip, silently contemplating my options. Before I can come to a solid conclusion, he takes my silence to mean vast uncomfortability and hedges "But, if you're uncomfortable I can find someplace else."

I gather what's left of my self-discipline and offer a sincere apology, but I just can't let him change and/or store his clothing in my restaurant if he's not going to be a guest. He bobs his head, and I have to purse my lips because now inside my head, my imagination is running wild with visions of pink sugar plum fairies complete with unicycle and fire juggling for some reason.

"No problem!" he waves, gathers his unicycle and walks out the front door, but not before turning on the spot and wagging a finger in my general direction. "You'll remember this!" he says, and I can't tell if it's a gleeful threat or a charming promise. Either way, I will.

Indeed I will.

To do...

Tue, 01 Sep 2009 16:06:44 GMT

Because lists are taking over. :D

~~Go to the library~~
~~Get my eyebrows reshaped (It's been awhile, scary!)~~
~~Officially hand in my 2 weeks notice because the other place hired me :D~~
~~Spend my Forever 21 gift card~~
Clean my room
Laundry
Figure our why Word has stopped working and locked all of my documents

Woot.

Phoenix King? Now there's an impressive title.

Thu, 20 Aug 2009 05:07:38 GMT

Ok, so my final thoughts on Avatar...

*huggles Sokka* As much as I like Suki, I miss Yue, and it was kind of refreshing during Ember Island Players to see that he still missed her too, even if it was at poor Suki's expense. He's my favorite, which if we see my history of epic favorite characters (Han Solo, Ron Weasley) tends to run with the "non-gifted" folk. :D Prince Zuko comes in a close second, fufilling my fictional royalty quota.

And holy crap, if I hadn't shipped Zuko/Katara before the finale, I definitely would have started then. However, I do have a hard time doing anything other than shipping against canon, so you won't find me writing Zuko/Katara fanfic any time soon, lol.

I kind of think that the Firelord was a bit anticlimactic, mostly because we hadn't seen much of him and then BOOM, he's the big bad archnemesis. I thought Azula made a much better bad guy. And can I just say it was weird knowing that I was supposed to be cheering for the red fire instead of the blue?

The scene that got the biggest laugh for me was when Sokka was waitiing for Suki to show up and then Zuko walked in instead. Oh. My. I laughed... A lot.

Favorite episode was definitely the Ember Island Players. I kept thinking how LONG of a play that had to be... they didn't seem to leave out much "And one oddly informed cabbage vendor..." *snicker* What amused me most was how during the entire thing I kept thinking that the writing was bad, the acting worse, but the staging was actually quite nice. Imagine my surprise when I get to the end of the epi and lo and behold, everyone thinks the same thing. :D:D:D

Also, I have decided I want a sabre-toothed-moose-lion-cub, and I really wish that Hawky would have stuck around for more than one episode.

Toph started to really grate on my nerves towards the end, but she served a purpose. Haru was my favorite of the "random villagers", the non-shaved ponytail finally won that debate, and I really fear for the Kyoshi Warriors now that Ty Lee has joined their ranks. I also want a "group hug" icon of th shot right after Appa tackles them all to the ground. :D

And on a final note, I liked the ending except for the fact that they NEVER told us where Zuko's Mom is... Way to leave me hanging, show... :p

Ummm.

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 22:58:10 GMT

So, Avatar just became LOST. Complete with moving Island of Mystery, "Where are we?", fade to black *insert ominous music here*.

HIGHLY AMUSED. :D:D:D

No! Bad Fire Nation baby!!!!!

Tue, 18 Aug 2009 04:19:57 GMT

So, the one benefit of being sick and stuck in bed is the copious amounts of internet streamed television one can watch. I sort of cannonballed the first 2 seasons of Avatar, thanks mostly to Qwi's fic. :) I read the first chapter cause I was bored and decided if I could find the show online, I'd watch it. I did, and I am. From the first opening monologue I knew I'd be hooked. Let's face it, I am a sucker for epics. :)

You all have 3 guesses as to who my favorite character might be. And as of right now, I'm totally shipping Zuko/Katara. Blasphemy, you say? Nah... I'm totally digging (ha) earthbending, but prefer the color scheme and grace of waterbending. And as there are no redheads in this universe, I have no clue where I would fit it, lol.

I think all Zuko really needs is a hug, I really like Iroh, and I like Aang better with hair. I think that goes for just about all the guys, with maybe Sokka as an exception, Jury's still out on shaved ponytail vs. non-shaved ponytail.

Oh, and amusing story, about 6 years ago when my family got some new cats (a brother/sister siamese pair) I wanted to name them Luke and Leia, but Mom wouldn't let me. So, after 3 weeks of trying to name these kittens, I finally stumbled on 2 names that Mom liked. The girl we named Suki, and the boy we named Sonka. Not a dead ringer, but close enough...

Ok, back to season 3 to try and ward off further nausea.

Amusing Story of the Week (NYC Style) Pt. 2

Fri, 14 Aug 2009 18:20:36 GMT

So, I don't know why these stories always seem to involve late nights and gay men, but they do. :D

I finally got off the train at 1:45 coming home from work. I'm starving so I jump into Dunkin' Donuts for a blueberry muffin, but due to a miscommunication ended up with a blueberry donut instead. Not a big deal, I confused my poor guys by switching up my order (normally go for a lemon-filled powdered doughnut), so I'm on my way home walking my 17 blocks, eating my doughnut, and listening to my itouch.

I'm in my own little world, jamming out, but there isa couple of gay guys a few steps ahead of me, after casually observing a somewhat obscene miming where the prop was a parking meter (I'll leave the details to your imagination), I pretty much just mind my own business and continue walking. They, on the other hand, didn't realize that there was someone behind them, so whenever I pass them, they get all embarassed.

So, the one that was not involved in the miming (let's call him Yellow, because that was the color of his shirt), runs up to me and asks if I was eating an eggroll. Both men are obviously gay, and no threat to me at all given their current inebriated state, so I pull my earbud out and state that no, it is not an eggroll.

Yellow just stares at me, and then goes "Well, what is it?"

"A blueberry doughnut." I reply.

Both Yellow and Mimey look at each other aghast, and then turn back to be. "A doughnut? At this time of night?"

I shrug. "I was hungry."

Again they echange shocked glances before Yellow turns to me and snaps, 'You go girl!" and offers me a high five. :D We slap hands as I am v. amused by this point, and he gets a better look at me. "Holy crap! You're tiny! Go back and get another doughnut!"

The amusement only continues. They ask how far away I live and I say that I live all the way down by the river to which they both gasp and say "No wonder you're so skinny!" We continue chatting until we get to their apartment, where in a fit of gallantry they offer me their tazer for the rest of my walk home.

I giggle and politely decline assuring them that I'll be fine because "I know kung-fu."

They wave me on and tell me if push comes to shove the choke any would be attacker with what's left of my doughnut.

I *heart* NYC.

Reading Rainbow

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 17:51:52 GMT

Gah, miss that show...

Anyhow, the meme that everyone's doing! (Looks around for a bridge to jump off of)

Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books you've read that will always stick with you. First fifteen you can recall in no more than 15 minutes.

Rilla of Ingelside-- My favorite of the Anne books growing up, and the first book to make me cry. Walter, I still miss you.

The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy-- The first book I read when I had graduated from college, moved to Austin and was still unemployed. The transition was rough, but that book and all of the legitimate laughs it gave me helped get me through that semi-difficult time.

In Camera-- not necesarily a book, but a short story that I read for my World Lit class. Feminist literature from Egypt, very powerful and moving.

The Completel Works of William Shakespeare-- Ok, so I haven't read them all, yet. But I will. So many brilliant things to come from that man, including my all time favorites Much Ado about Nothing and Hamlet. Not to mention Julias Ceasar and (ok, so this list goes ever on and on)

The Spirit Flyer Series-- I read these books as a kid, and they are currently out of print. Christian allegory about the coming end of the world, but it was ok because the Children of the King got these really old bikes that could fly. I wanted one so bad.

The Dani Ross mysteries-- Christian fiction, combined my 2 loves. Mystery and really hot guys who knew kung fu. Cheesy and awesome.

Franny and Zooey-- another classic from my college days. I just remember getting into a fight with half the class about love while reading this book. I still think it's a choice.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-- because we waited so long, and the ending was about as satisfying as it could get (at least when it came to closure).

The Left Behind Series-- I still remember adults being shocked that not only was I reading these books, but that my parents would allow me to read them because of the "delicate subject matter'. I started writing because of that series. I just couldn't wait fr the next one to come out, so a group of people I met online embarked upon a massive journey to write our own book. In some ways I still think it was better than the real books because we still had a passion for it. Also, the death of one of those characters is the reason I have to read the end of a book before anything else. No more crying uncontrollably at 2am for me.

The Chronicles of Narnia-- High King Peter was the first to fall victim to my crushes on fictional royalty. I still reread these books every few years or so. Lewis' voice consistently makes me laugh, cry, and wish that Narnia were truly real. I still knock on the backs of wardrobes hoping to find a portal. :)

An Actor Prepares-- the first of Stanislavsky's "acting trilogy". I learned more from that book than I did in the entriety of my college experience. It was a hard to read becuase the discouragement level was so high, but completely worth it in the end.

Steven King's On Writing-- I loved the idea of taking your own personal memoire and turning it into a book on how to write fiction. Also discovered that Steven King and I have more than a few similarities...

I don't know what's wrong with my computer-- half of that is in Italics when it's not supposed to be and no amount of highlighting, ctrl i'ing or clicking the stupid Italics button is helping, so there it is. Ran out of time with 3 left, but I cheated anyways by adding entire series', so we won't add the rest. :D

Always the Tone of Surprise

Sun, 02 Aug 2009 19:13:47 GMT

Ok, kiddies. with the release of HBP being as... disappointing as it was, I remembered that upon the release of DH I had this brilliant idea to write a series consisting of some of the missing moments for Ron and Hermione. I got the first piece written before real life reared it's ugly head, and I only just remembered it a few days ago. After some searching (I've gone through 2 laptops since its inception) I finally found it in an old email. I figured that some of us may need some encouragement in the HP department, so I'm posting it here. I think we all know me well enough to assume that this is as far as the "series" will get. :) *sheepish* I also think some of you may have already seen this, but I hope you all enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Not mine, will never be. Don't sue.

~*~*~*~

"Come and dance." Ron said, throwing as threatening a look at Krum as he could muster before taking advantage of the request to grab Hermione's hand and pull her out onto the dance floor. Who the bloody hell did that git think he was anyway? Waltzing in here and trying to take his Hermione away from him. Again!

An insistent tugging on his hand drew his attention back to the present. "Ron, slow down! I can't walk
that fast in these heels." Hermione's voice floated up from behind him. Ron willed himself to relax and slow down.

"Stupid muggle shoes." he muttered as he reached the edge of the dance floor and turned to face her. He was surprised to find that Hermione's face, eyes... and lips were somehow closer to his own than he was used to. "What'd you do? Put a growth charm on them?" he asked, his attention focused on those lips.

Those same lips that now pursed slightly before an exasperated sigh escaped. "They are shoes, Ronald.
They're supposed to be like this." With that matter of fact statement, she grabbed his right arm and placed it on her waist before stepping into him and onto the dance floor. Ron was momentarily taken aback and had already started scanning the floor to see if his mother was anywhere near them before he remembered that in his haste to get Hermione away from Krum he had insinuated something having to do with dancing.

"Besides," she continued, politely overlooking the fact that he couldn't seem to find the beat of the
music, "I like being tall, for once." She winced as one of Ron's gangling feet accidentally crushed the
toe of said shoe. "But, if you don't care for them-" she gasped.

"Sorry." Ron muttered sheepishly, glaring over Hermione's shoulder to ensure that Vicky had neither
seen his dancing faux paux, nor had tried to follow them onto the floor in an attempt to try to steal a
dance. Ron would hate to risk incurring Fleur's wrath by a stealthily laid curse gone wrong.

"Ron, I'm down here." Hermione's annoyed voice found his ears. "It's normally customary to pay attention to the girl one asks to dance."

Ron slid his arm further around her waist and smiled down at her. From the feel of her body pressed
securely against his, Ron would venture a guess that Hermione was a girl no longer. In order to distract
himself from this highly dangerous line on thinking he cast about wildly for a different topic of
conversation, his eyes drinking in the details of his best friend. He hadn't been lying to her when he had
said she looked great. There were subtle differences about her- her normally bushy hair slicked back and
firmly controlled. He liked the effect, but missed the slightly frenzied look the frizziness of her hair
tended to give her. And the dress... well, let's just say it accented her perfectly. As for the color...

"What is the color anyways?" he wrinkled his nose as he fingered the gauzy sleeve of the dress. For a
moment he was horrified as his watch caught, snagging the sleeve. "Purple?" he stammered, trying to keep her attention focused on his words rather than his vain attempt to free his watch without her noticing or his ripping her sleeve right off of her dress. He could hear Fred and George's inappropriate jokes already - not to mention his mother's lecture on proper wizard behavior, accident or no.

With a roll of her eyes, Hermione stopped moving in his arms and reached upwards to free his wrist
herself. "It's called lavender." she stated before her eyes widened and her hand involuntarily twitched in
his, pulling the watch free, but leaving a long snag that would need to be repaired.

Ron froze in uncertainty and could feel the tips of his ears reddening. So, they had arrived at Lavender.
He sighed. Funny how they had never talked about it. Not really anyways. They had both just glided over it - circumstances seemed to dictate more important needs, but now... surrounded by family and friends on a day meant to celebrate commitment and love…

Ron struggled with himself for a moment, trying to gauge how much he really needed to say and do.
Hermione had ducked her head to where he couldn’t see her face, but he could feel her trembling underneath his hands. He had to say something at least, but for the life of him could not figure out which of the 12 Fail Safe Ways to Charm Witches he could use to get out of this spot of bother.

There was #3 - Compliment at every opportunity. This seemed a likely option, but even as he opened his
mouth the words stopped in his throat seeming hollow before they even left his mouth. This directly
contradicted #7 - Never mention a previous relationship, even though current relationship seems
stable. He didn't even really know what he and Hermione were much less what he was allowed to say
about Lavender. How would he possibly know if this was a trap? His hands and arms started to itch as he
remembered a sudden vicious swarm of canaries. No... he would need to answer carefully.

They definitely weren't to #10 - Kiss and make better. At least not in front of this crowd. He could feel his ears getting warmer and his hands were starting to sweat. "Well, what about Vicky?" he blurted out pointedly before closing his eyes in frustration. He had just broken #11 - Never fight fire with fire. And
now he was going to pay for it.

"Viktor and I are pen-pals." Hermione hissed, her eyes flashing dangerously as Ron snorted in amusement. She imitated the sound. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You know damn well, what it means, Hermione." He snarled, before closing his eyes and taking a deep
breath. He didn't want to do this anymore. Not here.

"Fine." Hermione tugged her hand out of his grasp and took a step back. "If you'd rather I danced with him--"

Her face was white as he sighed and took her hand, entwining their fingers before stepping close and
whispering "No, I wouldn't." For a moment she looked like she would flounce off anyways, but she sniffed and stepped back into his embrace.

"Fine."

"Fine." he said softly. "Anyways... you want to know the reason I had a go with Lavender? It was stupid,
and I know I was a right prat, but it was because of something Ginny had said about you and Krum..." his
voice trailed off and Hermione had the decency to look chagrined. "And well, the rest, as they say, is
history."

"Ron." she moaned. "That was years ago."

He chuckled quietly. "You know me, always a bit slow on the uptake." The answering snort was all the
confirmation he needed. "But, in case you hadn't noticed - this time I plucked up the courage to ask
you first." He glanced down at her surprised face, her lips parted slightly as the shock of hearing her
almost three years old words flitted across her features.

He smiled. "You'll never be a last resort, Hermione." He had finally settled on #1 - When in doubt, speak
from the heart.

Her brown eyes suddenly sparkled mysteriously in the light of the golden bubbles dancing about the
merry-makers. "Oh, Ron." she breathed.

Ron simply settled her head closer to his chest, hoping that she couldn't hear the nervous pounding of
his heart over the soft warbling of Celestina Warbeck in the background. He nudged a floating champagne bottle out of the way and twirled Hermione around the floor, his nervousness now forgotten. Lavender was firmly in his past, just like Krum was in Hermione's, but as long as he didn't do anything asinine, she seemed content. Here, with him.

He glanced over the top of her head, her hair now responding to the humidity of the early evening air by
expanding and straining against whatever measures she had taken to control it. Krum was now standing at the corner of the dance floor, having apparently just finished his conversation with Harry. His deep set
eyes seemed to bore into Ron's for a moment, as if scrutinizing every aspect of him and the women he now held in his arms.

Ron lifted his chin defiantly, the feel of Hermione's slight form cuddled against him giving him a sudden
surge of confidence. Krum simply regarded him for a few moments longer before lifting his champagne glass in a silent salute and draining it in one gulp. His hard gaze finally settled on Luna's father who was
loudly extolling the virtues of the elusive Speckle-nosed Beetletrout of South America to anyone who would listen.

The music had slowed from Celestina’s warbling to a slower, more romantic number. Bill and Fleur (looking disgustingly sweet as always), as well as Fred, George, and a few French guests had taken to the
floor. Hermione attempted to pull away, but Ron kept his grasp on her hand firm. “One more?” he asked, trying to look especially appealing.

Hermione blushed prettily, but nodded and stepped back into his embrace. Ron sighed happily, ready to enjoy a moment just between the two of them without having to worry about Harry, or Vol-, he still couldn’t even think it - You-Know-Who, or even his loving but over-protective family. Right now, all that mattered was that he was holding Hermione in his arms. And she wasn’t fighting, or pulling away, or getting ready to make a snarky comment, or about to curse him into oblivion. This was definitely progress. “You smell nice.” He stated, realizing as he said it that it was true.

It was a scent dissimilar to anything he had smelled before. It wasn’t flowery, like the perfume Ginny
favored, and it wasn’t musky like whatever it was that Fleur seemed to prefer. The smell was light, fresh,
almost like clean laundry, but mixed with a spiciness that seemed to purely represent Hermione.

“Thanks.” She blushed. “I think it just needed a year or two to breathe.” Ron blinked in confusion as
Hermione gazed up at him. She was obviously trying to say something in that damn subtle language that girls everywhere had perfected, but she needed to realize that he wasn’t the King of Subtlety. Hermione
apparently gathered that he was a bit lost and tossed him a lifeline. “That was a happy Christmas after
all.”

Suddenly it all came rushing back. A Christmas holiday started with extreme worry about his father, ending with homework planners and quidditch concerns and O.W.L. worries. Not to mention the rise of
You-Know-Who through the connection with Harry’s mind. He distinctly remembered the phrase she had used… unusual. He had remembered it was strong, not that it smelled this good. But for some reason it also reminded him of a potions lesson not so long ago.

"Ron?" Hermione pushed back from him, her eyes now filled with mirth.

"What?" he asked, jerking himself out of his self imposed reverie. "Did I step on your toes again?"

She shook her head. "I was just wondering if the Deluminator was in your pocket, or if you were just
enjoying the dance."

Ron felt his jaw drop in shock as he jerked away from Hermione as her peals of laughter rang in his now very scarlet colored ears. “See?” she giggled, her eyes twinkling with mirth. “You’re not the only one who can make a joke.”

Ah, softball...

Tue, 28 Jul 2009 16:31:17 GMT

Did I tell everyone about a pick up softball game I was involved in a few weeks back? No? Well, the short story is this-- On my first at bat, I got a hit and was running to first base when I tripped over a rock in the base line. I ended up falling quite hard and sliding into first base (which I *know* one is NEVER supposed to do). Apparently, it was quite the visual spectacle, sprawled in midair, dust swirling around me, and crashing to the ground just in time to be called out. I picked myself up, dusted myself (and my pride) off, got a bandaid for the skinned knee, and continued on with my life.

Or so I thought...

http://blog.sportsvite.com/svite_community/rising-sun-purple-penguins-go-way-off-broadway-and-right-onto-the-softball-field

Thanks for throwing me under the bus, Coach! (Matthew is a friend of mine... He'll get his...)

Buckle up, friends...

Thu, 23 Jul 2009 17:00:50 GMT

This is going to be a doozy...

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ENDING???? How DARE you take what was obviously just a Harry/Hermione scene, splice in a few facial expressions of Ron's, and call that a fitting end to the movie!!!! As I recall, BOTH Ron and Hermione promised to stand by Harry and go with him in his search for Horcruxes, NOT just Hermione... I am *so pissed* about that it's not even funny. It makes me sick to my stomach to see what that bastard may do to the Deathly Hallows. He'll actually have a legitimate reason to make Ron seem like a cowardly backstabbing hypocrite, and I can already tell that he'll have no problems whatsoever defaming his character further. He's done nothing to make those not familiar with the books sympathetic to Ron at all. *fumes*

AND ALSO? While we're talking about Ron, I am so disappointed in the "You're making it snow"/Canaries. Both are some of my favorite moments in HBP, and neither lived up to expectations. Emma's delivery of the "Oppugno!" line was too sedate for me, and there was just no chemistry in "You're making it snow" between Rupert and Emma, which made me SO SAD, because I saw a glimpse of it in an earlier scene (don't remember which one) and then to see nothing here made my heart hurt.

THE BURROW??????????????? NO FINAL BATTLE????????????????? NO NO NO NO NO.

And NO.

The Harry/Ginny scenes were PAINFUL, which I blame squarely on obtuse writing and Bonnie's performance. The poor thing was so wooden we could have lit her on fire and been kept warm all night.

I know everyone else has been OMG!!!DRACO!!!!! but I'm just meh on him. To many pulled faces, not enough grounded in reality acting for me. Maybe I'm asking too much, but I tend to expect more out of British child actors than I do American ones. Double standard you say? So what? I reply.

Daniel Radcliffe continues to improve, but I'm still not buying the whole package from him, and Emma Watson needs to Control. Her. Eyebrows. Also, when did she get boobs?

Maybe I'm biased twards Ron, but Rupert is still my favorite performer out of the three. Nice choices even when banished to 'comic relief" and he seemed exactly like Book!Ron to me.

All adults (even Dumbledore!!!) get an A++ from me. Especially Snape. Mostly because so much of his story got left out, and the way he delivers his lines with such a viscious loathing... :D McGonagall needed more to do than just substitute the funeral with an NAACP approved wandlighting, but what there waas of her was awesome, as usual. JIM BROADBENT, OH MY. I hate Slughorn in the books, just flat out do not care for the chauvanistic favoritist, but here, Broadbent managed to imbibe Slughorn with a certain amount of sympathetic remorse that I loved. "Please do not think ill of me once you see this." Wow, bullet straight through to the heart. It was then that I realized that this guy had been carrying around the guilt of making Voldemort freaking immortal all this time. That was awful, and brilliant. *sigh* Brits really are better in almost every form of art.

Now, to end on a pleasant note (if you made it past all my snooty rantings thus far)-- the one moment they got perfectly right (not necessarily from a book standpoint, more from an acting standpoint, although I have never appreciated the fact that Michael Gambon hasn't read the books before now). I know everyone's been going on about how the cave was perfect, blah whatever. Dumbledore's death was AMAZING. "Severus, please." Och, man, I got chills. That one moment made the rest of the movie watchable. (not worth it, just watchable) I know that the book has Dumbledore pleading at that moment, but what a stronger choice (as an actor!) to go for something that reeked of command, with just the hint of powerlessness. And Snape's reaction... Love.

Goodbye 24

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 02:48:30 GMT

So, last year, I wrote this goodbye letter to being 23. It seemed only fitting then because 23 had been such a good year to and for me. Now I just like the idea of taking stock of the last year of my life, and grouping everything (good and bad) together to say a farewell to that year. I also realized why I never do this on New Year's-- on that day, the whole of Christendom (? don't know if that's the proper way to put it, but there you go anyways) celebrates the coming of a new year. On my birthday, I'll be the only one taking stock (well, me and Kevin Bacon, who apparently shares the day of my birth :/). Kind of like June 5th is my Independence Day, July 8th is my New Year's.

Goodbye 23... overall you were pretty good to me. Tell 24 I'm nice, and that I should get further in the acting department this year.

That was how last year's letter ended. 24 listened, at least in the acting department. I'm finally in New York, having moved here just 2 months in my 24th year. I've done 3 Off-Off Broadway shows in the past year, and workshopped an intense theatre idea that will hopefully take root sometime in this upcoming year. I've made connections and friends from coast to coast and have learned more in the past year about this art form than I can possibly say. Every year as I watch the Tony Awards, I rewrite my own speech, taking out those who I feel no longer warrant a place in the speech and adding those who do. This year the speech went something like-- "Thanks to Matthew, who cast a nobody from Texas in her first NY role, to Tim and Mac for helping me start down this road in the first place, for Foxy who told me to say 'Screw it!' and move already. Thanks to my family and friends for their love and support. Thanks to John Fisher who didn't let me off the hook even though I was being a bratty little diva from time to time. And Shepherd, in your face."

My previous theatrical goal was to move to New York by the time I was 28. Having now beat that by 3+ years, I think it's time to add another goal. I want to win a tony by the time I'm 33. I'll revamp my speech every year as needed, but there it is. Undeniable. I've written it down and said it out loud. It's real.

But, 24 was not all a bed of roses. There have been ups, but probably more downs. Getting your dreams and all, not what you ever expect. I've felt more alone this year than in any recent memory, but that's ok. It's a constant reminder that I can do nothing through my own strength. Thanks to every one of you that have knowingly and unknowingly helped me through this past year. New York is full of 12 million of the loneliest souls on the planet. For those of you (both here and other places around this globe) who have helped alleviate the loneliness of my soul, thank you. I love and appreciate you more than I can say.

25... Most of my friends have been freaking out as they all turn 25. Something about being "halfway to 50" and "not able to claim I'm in my 'early 20's' anymore" and "quarter-life crisis". I've laughed at each and every one of them in turn. I'm pretty sure I coined the "Halfway to 50" phrase as a chance to tease them all, and it worked. I haven't been claiming "early 20's" since I was 23, mostly because I still look 18, so I try to play up the fact that I'm older than I appear. and, as for the "quarter-life crisis" I had mine when I was 22, so I'm optimistic that 25 will have good things in store for me and mine.

So, goodbye 24-- go say hello to Kiefer. You were an experience, both good and bad. I wish you all the best, but still hold out every hope that 25 will be better in every aspect. No offense to you. I still miss 23, but there's no reason to look back.

"The road goes ever on and on...."

Always,
Meg

Just a reminder...

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 04:26:24 GMT

My 25th birthday is Wednesday. Will accept fic for presents. ;)

Or, you know, cash. :D:D:D:D

Hello, my name is Megan...

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 03:08:42 GMT

And I am addicted to facebook. No, really. It's starting to become a problem. Also, I think if should be renamed stalkerbook, because really, who doesn't use it to look up exes, unless, you know, you don't have any. However, most of us do, and that's what we use it for. That, and facebook truly is the 2nd most reliable way to get in touch with me (#1 is my cell phone), but I am totally more apt to answer a facebook wall post or message than I am an email. That's sad, isn't it? I think so, yes.

By the way, I feel the need to warn you now that this entry is going to be abrupt and mostly transitionless. I realize that and just don't care tonight. enjoy the random!

Also, it's hot here. I think I've just wussed out, because I have definitely experienced warmer conditions in my life, but never without AIR CONDITIONING. *whines* I escaped to the movie theatre today because I just could not take it anymore. I saw The Proposal, and on the whole I think it was a lazy movie. Nothing really new happened, but for the first time Ryan Reynolds did not annoy me. Also, Sandra Bullock would make great casting for any upcoming Michael Jackson biopics that may be in the works since his death. I'm totally serious, look at those cheekbones! The nose would need some work though, but that can totally be done with makeup.

I've been rewatching Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman here lately, and have been revamping my attitude towards the show. I was much younger and idealistic whenever it first aired (I was either 14 or 15 when it went off the air), so I remember many of the episodes with an almost childlike wonder, and now that I'm an adult I find some of the premises laughable. Dr. Mike is so bullheaded I'm surprised she ever convinced anyone to agree with her, and I'm really surprised that Sully put up with it. I think that's the ultimate proof that he's really not a believable character, must have been Beth Sullivan's dream man, Joe Lando is hott though. (Yes, ladies, with 2 t's...)

Sache, I finished out the first season of Eureka, and unfortunately have decided to abandon it. I did enjoy the scene you were talking about, but I noticed that you can't see Henry's face through half of it, and for me acting is so much more than just the lines I felt a little cheated by not being able to see every facet of his performance. I really do enjoy S.A.R.A.H. though, and think that there should be a series about a smart house like that and it's POV about the occupants that come and go. Perhaps what they do to encourage loyalty or to drive off certain tenants. :)

So, I need to change my name. Megan Lee is already taken in both Equity and SAG and I really need to start building my resume under the name that is going to be the face of my career. I keep waiting for the perfect name to come to me, or bowl me over, or perhaps just beat me about the head and shoulders, but nothing is really coming of it. I really want to keep some aspect of my name out of respect to my parents because (after all) they did put alot of time and effort into me and my name, and somehow it seems disrespectful to just toss it out the airlock as it were. I briefly hit upon Megan O'Malley, (keeps both my first and last names in a skewed sense) but there is already a Megan Mulalley (Karen from Will & Grace whom I love and adore) which is just too close for comfort. Any suggestions?

The latest round of names is to cut out my last name entirely and go by Megan Daniell (cutting out the last e of my middle name and making it my new last name). Thoughts, suggestions, comments? *sigh*

Also, I think I want to be tricked into a relationship. I don't do well with the traditional "Let's date and see if we are really compatible and then I'll ask you to be my significant other, etc. etc." I tend to freak out really easily and bolt with those type of relationships. I need to be fooled into a relationship. My best ones have worked out when all of a sudden I realize months in that "Oh crap, I have a boyfriend... WHEN IN THE HECK DID THAT HAPPEN?!?!?!"

I think I'm just a little lonely. I had friends from Texas visit last week. 1 had just celebrated her 1 year wedding anniversary and the other has recently been engaged to an Army man. We took Sara wedding dress shopping and Lacey and I tried on bridesmaid dresses and just had a ton of fun! But, it just gets you thinking. I guess when it rains it pours, but when will a guy appear who wants me for me and I want him for him, and there aren't too many obstacles in the way (I'm not so naive as to think that there won't be any.)

I'll be 25 in a little over a week. A year ago I was in San Francisco mourning the loss of being 23 which was a great year for me, and in an acting program and discovering all sorts of new possibilities for my life. This year, I'm finally in New York City, living out my dreams and having some success, but it's been different than I expected, everything always is.

In the inestimable words of Galinda from the musical Wicked-- "I couldn't be happier, though it is I admit, the tiniest bit unlike I anticipated... Cause getting your dreams is strange, but it seems, a little, well, complicated. There's a kind-of a sort of cost. There's a couple of things get lost, there are bridges you cross you didn't know you crossed until you crossed. And if that joy, that thrill, doesn't thrill like you think it will, still... Who wouldn't be happier, so I couldn't be happier, because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true, well isn't it?" I truly understand that song now. Moreso than I could ever explain.

Avenue Q is closing on September 13, on my 1 year anniversary of moving to NYC. That kind of makes me sad.

Ummm, let's see. My job sucks, but it's a job that pays the bills and if I were to work anywhere else I'd be taking a paycut, so that's out for right now. My maitre'd is a pain in the you know where however who is making my life SUPER difficult. *sigh* What do you do though. Have to work on the 4th of July. Sad day.

My kitten is so cute and not a kitten anymore, but she does not get the hint that 90 degrees with 90 percent humidity with NO A/C is not cuddle weather.

I had something else to say, but it has escaped me for the moment. Oh well. Next time. Hope you all are well! Catch ya on the flip side!

Always,
~Meg

Bored at Work...

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 00:20:18 GMT

I think it started with Qwi, spread to Matt, Jadey, and Mi. Maybe more of you, I don't know... :D

IF YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I want to know 28 things about you. I don't care if we've never talked, never really clicked, or if we already know everything about each other. I really don't. You are obviously on my flist, so let me know with whom I'm friends!

(If you want, obviously.)

1. Your Middle Name:
2. Age:
3. Single or Taken:
4. Favorite Movie:
5. Favorite Song or Album:
6. Favorite Band/Artist:
7. Dirty or Clean:
8. Tattoos and/or Piercings:
9. Do we know each other outside of LJ?
10. What's your philosophy on life?
11. Is the bottle half-full or half-empty?
12. Would you keep a secret from me if you thought it was in my best interest?
13. What is your favorite memory of us?
14. What is your favorite guilty pleasure?
15. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
16. You can have three wishes (for yourself, so forget all the 'world peace etc' malarky) - what are they?
17. Can we get together and make a cake?
18. Which country is your spiritual home?
19. What is your big weakness?
20. Do you think I'm a good person?
21. What was your best/favorite subject at school?
22. Describe your accent
23. If you could change anything about me, would you?
24. What do you wear to sleep?
25. Trousers or skirts?
26. Cigarettes or alcohol?
27. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together? (If you have no idea, just say something crazy, it'll entertain me!)
28. Will you repost this so i can fill it out for you?

Amusing Story of the Week (NYC Style)

Sat, 06 Jun 2009 03:37:08 GMT

So, I had to close the restaurant last night (thus are the hazards of asking for copious amounts of time off for a show, you have to deal with the sucky shifts when you finally come back). It was a late night. we closed at 11pm, but I didn't get to leave until 1am-- a combination of a new maitre'd who really frustrates me by making me wait around long past when I need to, and guests who would just NOT GET THE HINT and leave.

Anyhow, neither here nor there as the rest of this story does not involve any of the above except for the fact that it's 1am when I leave.

I'm walking to the subway, which is at the end of the block (an avenue, not a street, which means [for those who are not familiar with NYC] the walk is twice as long as a block between streets) when all of a sudden, I hear someone running behind me in what sound like dress shoes. I think that it's someone from my restaurant chasing me down because I've forgotten something (wouldn't be the first time), so I turn around.

14th Street is a well lit street, but this guy was a ways away, so all I can really make out is the fact that he's wearing a white suit. I don't even bat an eye because, well, it's NYC. What does catch my attention though is the fact that (as he is still sprinting full-out towards me) he starts screaming at me "NOT MUGGING YOU!! NOT MUGGING YOU!!"

I have to be honest, I laughed. Loudly. Mostly because that was the last thing on my mind, but as he was running past me, flailing his arms about like a Muppet, I couldn't help but think that it would go badly for him if he tried. I may be little, but I am fierce!

Because I am laughing as he scampers? bolts in a fairy-like fashion? prances? insert an action verb of your choice that instills a sense of femininity to running, he shouts an obscenity at me which I'm sure insulted my own femininity and parentage, but I didn't care, I was laughing too hard.

As it was, he barely beat me to the subway. I'm still amused even now. :D

Eureka

Thu, 28 May 2009 06:12:24 GMT

So, I just started watching Eureka, and (no offense to the f-listers who love it) am none too impressed. Someone please tell me that Carter and Allison discover (soon!) that they really have zero chemistry. I like Zoe and LOVE Stark which is why I'm quitting watching now. (Me, being me, skipped to an interview towards the end of season 3 and found out something which I oughtn't have.) *sigh*

Ah well, back to the search for summer programming.

I also try to read a new book series every summer. Am open to suggestions, fire away.

Thu, 14 May 2009 20:11:26 GMT

I may or may not still be crying over the LOST season finale. The sadness has kind of overridden the curiousity.

Apparently...

Mon, 04 May 2009 20:10:16 GMT

It's Star Wars Day.

May the Fourth be with you all. ;)

*amused and astonished that she does not have a Star Wars icon-- ~~Han Solo~~ Sawyer will have to suffice*

Hey, LOST is stuck in 1977 right now. It's only fitting. :D

Beware the Ides of March

Sun, 15 Mar 2009 14:35:30 GMT

Normally, I'm not superstitious, but after that last show I'm a little gunshy. everyone look out today.

Love!