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Interview from GirlJordyn

by Megan on January 8, 2009

1. If you want to participate, leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.” (And your e-mail address, please.)
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

I received my interview from GirlJordyn. (Yeah, if you haven’t read her blog yet, click away… because, well, she’s awesome)

1. What got you started blogging and why have you kept at it? Honestly, I love to write–especially how I’m feeling. I don’t really remember my first journal, but when I was younger, I had several different paper journals that I would write in randomly. I would mostly write when I was upset because it helped to vent my anger/sadness/whatever I was feeling. I eventually started a diary online (when I was in middle school). Since then, I’ve changed my blog/journal so many times, but I never stopped writing.
2. What has been the hardest age for you? (And why, if you want to add that.) Probably age fifteen/sixteen. I can’t really go by an age, but it was my sophomore year of high school. Granny had just died; I had moved away from all of my friends and my boyfriend at the time; my pawpaw died at the end of my sophomore year. I cried a lot. In spite of it all, though, it was probably the best year of my life because I grew so much from those experiences. I matured greatly, and I learned how to deal with life. Then again, that’s just so far. I still–hopefully–have many years to go.
3. Are you generally a positive or negative person? I’m a pretty optimistic person. Of course, I have my bad days, but I try to keep a positive outlook on life. It’s just one day. Life does move on. Sadness fades and happiness reappears, even if it takes a long while. You just have to find that inner strength to bring it out. Plus, without optimism, life would really suck.
4. What is your earliest memory? My earliest memory is also my favorite memory. I don’t know my age, but I’m pretty sure it was the end of summer/beginning of fall. The weather was warm, but not unbearably, and the leaves were beginning to change colors. Of course, it was Florida, so they mostly changed from green to brown, with maybe some slight red and yellow in between. I remember playing outside, barefoot probably, in the sand. I must have been thirsty because I can recall running inside Granny’s house. Pawpaw was sitting in his chair, and he said, “hey babe” like he always did. I ran to the kitchen, and Granny was cooking dinner and singing. She didn’t have a lovely voice, but it was familiar and soothing, and I would give anything to hear it again. I was so happy.
5. How did you choose your blogger or wordpress username? I wanted something different and interesting. The definition of “voluble” is “characterized by a ready and continuous flow of words; fluent; glib; talkative.” In reality, I’m a quiet person, but on paper, I can write and write and write. So, I’m only somewhat voluble.

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new year

by Megan on January 7, 2009

I have failed as a blogger, obviously. I had no 2008 recap for you or a New Year’s resolution post. Honestly, I don’t remember much from 2008. I dropped out of school, planned my wedding, and I got married. This year, however, I have big plans. Well, big plans for me.

By March, I plan to have all of school paid off (from dropping out). Once that weight is lifted off my shoulders, I’m going to begin saving up as much as I possibly can so that I am able to take a class or two this summer before going back full-time in the fall. I honestly cannot wait. I miss school entirely too much, and I’m ready to get my life moving.

Hopefully by this summer, Josh and I will (finally!) be living in our own place again. That will make school–and life–much easier.

I think this will be a great year.

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Trying

by Megan on December 19, 2008

As the past few days have gone by, I’ve realized something–I have repressed many of the memories I have of my life during my freshman year of high school. I found an old diary of mine, and I found myself reading entries and thinking am I sure this was me? I remembered a lot of it, but some things were missing–not just faded, but completely missing from my memory. I find that to be scary, in a way.

I know exactly why the thoughts have faded from my mind, though. I came back to Tennessee during February of my sophomore year, and the memories after that seem pretty clear to me. However, before that, I’m at a loss. I don’t even think of that year much anymore. Well, I do, but the details are missing.

My granny died in August of my sophomore year. She was diagnosed with cancer in May of my freshman year. After the diagnosis, I was in a complete daze, I now realize. I moved along in life without really feeling anything, and that is why I look back and my writing is so completely fake, yet apathetic. I moved to Florida that summer after my freshman year, and I was so completely sad–as well as selfish–that I didn’t let myself love Granny the way I should have while she was sick. I was always complaining about wanting to go home, back to Tennessee. I wanted to go back to my boyfriend at the time (Ryan) and to my friends.

I remember writing, when I did come back, about feeling completely different, changed. I didn’t know exactly when that change took place, and I still don’t know the exact moment. However, it must have been when I was in that daze, when I could feel nothing. My life changed, I changed. Everyone else was still the same, but I changed. So, when I came back and I didn’t want to be with Ryan anymore and all of my friends left me, I thought my world had ended. In reality, it was only beginning. I was growing up.

I still don’t remember details from before Granny was diagnosed. That summer after the diagnosis is hazy, and I can almost remember everything clearly after I came back to Tennessee. I realize something, though. I realize that the thoughts before Granny died, I’ve repressed. Everything after, I remember. That’s no way for me to live. So, I’m trying to remember all of the happy times before Granny was sick. I’m trying to remember helping her cook and going in to her kitchen, hearing her sing. I’m trying to remember that time she baked a cake for me on my birthday–so long ago–and surprised me with it along with a handmade photo album. I’m trying to remember her laugh and her smile and her hugs. I’m trying to remember it all. In doing so, I’ll finally be able to come to the realization that she’s gone, and I’ll finally be able to forgive myself for being so selfish when she was here.

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J.

by Megan on November 19, 2008

Idea is this: GirlJordyn gave me a letter. J. Ten things in my life that start with J. Or just ten things I can think of that start with J.

1. Josh. Of course I’d start out with my husband. He’s my best friend, my love. We’ve been through a lot, and we have so much more to go through. I’m lucky we got married so young–now I’ll have someone’s hand to hold through all of the tough times.
2. Jealousy. I’m not usually jealous, but when it comes to certain things, I can be. My husband for instance. I get jealous whenever I don’t have his full attention. It’s selfish, really, but I like to have his approval.
3. Jacob. Team Edward, all the way. Okay, seriously. Jacob is a good character, but I prefer Edward. Mysterious, tall, mature, old-fashioned Edward. And that crooked smile. Plus, werewolves are hairy.
4. Jango. I like music. Always have. My most favorites (now) are Sigur Ros, Ingrid Michaelson, Iron & Wine, Alanis Morissette, the Beatles, Between the Buried and Me, the Bird and the Bee, the Smiths, Explosions in the Sky, Eisley, Blonde Redhead. Just to name a few.
5. Jam/Jelly. What do you call it? Apparently, there’s a difference. I call it “jelly,” regardless. However, I don’t really like jelly, unless it’s strawberry. Grape and I don’t get along.
6. Jessa. One of my best girl friends. She just gets me. We are both married; she’s twenty and has an almost one-year-old daughter, Jaslene. We are opposite, yet so much alike.
7. Jenga. You know the game. The one where you stack blocks on top of each other to make a tower; then you have to pull the blocks out without making the tower fall. Yeah. I like that game.
8. June. The month I was married in. A hot month, though not the hottest of the year. June is also Johnny Cash’s wife. Which reminds me of that movie Walk the Line. Reese Witherspoon is one of my favorite actresses. She’s classy.
9. Jingle. Bells, of course! Christmas is coming. It’s my second favorite holiday–Thanksgiving being my first. I usually just have Christmas with my family, but last year, I had it with Josh’s family too. I think I received more gifts than Josh did from his own family.
10. Juxtaposition. Because it’s hard to think of words with the letter J, and what’s a list about the letter J without the word “juxtaposition”?

Want a letter? Just ask.

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