Feet: A Documentary

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Dear Annee,

I hate feet. You know this. Tonight you threatened me with your feet. It was not a pleasant experience even though I was laughing. To be honest though, I’m not actually sure why I hate feet.

I don’t mind my own feet. They don’t weird or gross me out. But there’s this thing about other people’s feet that just deeply weirds me out. I’m not afraid of them, I just don’t like them. I think it started back when I was maybe around 7 or 8. My family from up here was in Tennessee visiting the family there and we were all hanging out, enjoying ourselves, until I tried putting my feet on the couch. My cousin sitting next to me had a freak out almost as spectacular as mine and went on to explain how much she hated feet. I of course did what you do and decided to rub my feet all over her as any sane person would do in this situation, because it was funny to watch her squirm But then the unexpected happened. I too began to notice myself getting uncomfortable about feet. I don’t know if something just clicked and I began to realize just how weird and gross feet were, but I began to realize just how weird and gross feet were.

But I’m kind of like this about a few things. You know how weird I get when my hands are warm (like right now. I’m resisting the urge to get up and run them under cold water) or how uncomfortable I get when somebody puts their warm hands on me. I don’t like having wet hands. I hate people whispering in my ear or talking close to my face because I hate how it feels when somebody breathes on me (guess who the real 3 year old is…). I don’t like being inside for too long because I start to feel claustrophobic and trapped an I hate having my legs trapped for the same reason. I like warm blankets (sometimes) but at the end of my shower I always have to turn on the cold water because the hot water and all the steam starts annoying me.

These are all I can think of right now. Anyways, here you have it: a comprehensive list of some of the things that bother Megan. Bug away 😛

 

❤ Megan

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Nice Guys Finish First

Buckle up, Megan, because it’s time for a sociology lesson. Today I bring to the drawing board, a Utilitarian process called The Prisoner’s Dilemma.

The first thing you need to know is about Utilitarian Theory. It’s one of the four main Sociological Theories (I generally only refer to three and this is the fourth). It’s a micro theory that envelops the idea of cost versus benefit. Because it’s micro, it looks at individuals and says basically that people are constantly weighing costs and benefits and that’s how we make decisions, is if the benefits outweigh the costs. This is all relative to the person of course,  because everyone values different things and therefore different things benefit people in different ways. For a quick example that’ll put this in perspective, if offered a cheeseburger or a turkey sandwich, I would immediately choose the turkey sandwich because of my own personal preferences and the benefit of eating turkey outweighs the cost of bad tasting food for me. Someone else however might choose the burger or even the turkey again, but for a completely different reason.

Anywhoo, the Prisoner’s Dilemma. You may have heard of it. The traditional idea goes like this: Two people are arrested and convicted of the same but separate crimes. They have no way to communicate with each other. Each is going to go to prison, but the length of time is undetermined at this point and they are offered a bargain. Thanks Wikipedia:

  • If A and B each betray the other, each of them serves 2 years in prison
  • If A betrays B but B remains silent, A will be set free and B will serve 3 years in prison (and vice versa)
  • If A and B both remain silent, both of them will only serve 1 year in prison (on the lesser charge)

So basically the prisoners dilemma deals with 2 groups whether they be individuals, groups or even nations, in a situation in which what each of them do affects what happens to the other. The idea is to maximize benefits and minimize costs. Rationally, the optimal outcome is not ideal because one person is loosing too much and the best idea would be to break even. So now I have like a thousand examples for you of where I’ve seen this and how it works.

The first is an example we were shown in class. Take a few minutes to watch this.

This one is a riddle my father used to tell me that kind of uses this process. It goes like this: You wake up in the middle of the desert with no idea how you got there or where “there” is. You want to find civilization again but there’s nothing as far as you can see in any direction so you just start walking hoping to run into someone. You finally run into a tent. On the outside of the tent there is a picture of two identical men and a sign that says, “One of us always lies and one of us always tells the truth. You may ask us one question.” What question do you ask? (I’ll give you the answer later, but you have to honestly give this one some thought)

Here’s another one that was just mentioned in class.

The thing that’s so important with this process is that your own values play into it. On one hand you have the actual situation in which you have to decide if you trust the other person to do the “right” thing and make the decision that will allow you both to walk away with the maximum mutual benefit and lowest mutual cost. On the other hand though, you have your mores and values, your integrity trying to persuade you to do what is actually right. So which do you choose?

This one’s a little more popular, but in this situation, Wesley had values that the other is unaware of which gives him an advantage.

My (maybe) last example is from the best show ever, here. Now I haven’t completely figured out how this one applies this process because it really hurts my head to think about, but I guarantee I will figure it out once I’m not so sleep deprived. I think it would also be interesting to see how Looking Glass self applies to this situation but that’s a project for another day.

Anyways I think that’s all of my examples and I hope you’ve learned a lot. Remind me to tell you the answer to the riddle when you’ve thought about it some.

❤ Annee

Alive Inside

Dear Annee,

I know this isn’t what I told you that I was going to write about but I was listening to the playlist that you made for me (which is spot on btw) and it got me thinking about why we like the music that we do and why music is such a huge thing in general. How is it that some people like music more than others and how can some people not like music at all? Why do some people only like rap music and others only like classics? What makes us just fall so completely in love with a song that we listen to it over and over and over again until we get sick of it, against our better judgement?

According to Wikipedia,  one explanation is our personality types which can be separated into 5 different groups: openness to experience, agreeableness, extraversion, neuroticism, and conscientiousness. And me being all about personality quizzes and such decided to look into these.

The first one, “openness to experience” personality type is usually found to be more open when it comes to their music preference. They like more “complex” music and usually listen to a wider range of genres because they appreciate the aesthetic value. They are the most likely to have a strong emotional connection with the music that they listen to and usually the music elicits emotional response. These type of music listeners don’t usually like popular contemporary music.

The second personality type, “extroversion”, like more happy, upbeat, party type music like electronic, rap, hip hop, and dance music. These type of music listeners also are more likely to listen to music in the background while they do their regular everyday tasks.

The “agreeableness” personality type usually have an intense emotional response to music that they haven’t heard before. They usually listen to upbeat conventional music.

The “neuroticism” personality is less likely to listen to intense rebellious music. They listen mostly to country, soundtracks, and pop. They use music as emotional regulation and usually have a higher negative emotional reaction.

The fifth personality type, “conscientiousness”, isn’t cross cultural and is usually linked with those that only listen to intense rebellious music.

Along with the personality types, music taste is also usually effected by gender and age. I think I would be a mix between “openness to experience” and “agreeableness”

From the time before we’re born we are already being bombarded by different noises and sounds. As we go through life and get introduced to new music forms and artists, we find what is “comfortable” to us. It’s like a second nature. A lot of times our music taste is guided by the people around us. Even though 70s and 80s rock and metal hits aren’t my favorite kind of music, it does have a soft spot in my heart because that’s what I grew up listening too when I was around my dad. Country has a soft spot because that’s what my brother and mom like. Some music has a soft spot in my heart because its what you like to listen to.

But what makes me like a song? For starters, I love the bridge and chorus of a song.  I feel like an otherwise mediocre song can be saved if it has a great chorus and an even better bridge. I like songs that party and I like songs that are more chill. I prefer songs that have meaning in their lyrics. Some of my favorite songs have those one lines that just speak to my soul, even though I don’t know why they speak to me. I was going to list some of my favorite lines from some songs but at this point there are too many and unfortunately I have forgotten a lot of them.

Besides the lyrics, there is always this feeling that I get when I really love a song, when a song speaks to me. Its like a swelling in my chest and I get happy and sad and nostalgic all at the same time. There was this book that I read a year or so ago called Guitar Notes. In the book it describes this feeling as a “thrum.” Now, the real definition of thrum is more along the lines of having to do with continuous rhythm, but in the book they use it to describe basically what I just said. Close enough though, right.

 

❤ Megan

It May Get Loud

Prequel: There’s no such thing as Annee taking too long to write. This creative talent takes time. Also I’m on vacation. Also I’ve been resisting the urge to write about politics, but fortunately for you, that will be saved for my other blog for now.

Chapter 1: Once upon a time blah blah blah I was younger like 11 or 12 ish and my dad was dating women and we’d gone down to Utah so he could meet one of them and we stayed at her house which was huge and like all vintage and cool but also cluttered. One significant thing I remember about the house was the bathroom because the bathtub was like one of those old ones with golden feet and a shower curtain that wrapped all the way around and it was difficult figuring out how to work it. Anywhoo this was like during the time of the big names, ya know. It was all Justin Bieber’s “baby baby baby oooh” and Ke$ha’s “The party don’t start ’til I walk in.” There was still some high school musical making it’s way around but other things had taken over and it was becoming uncool to like hsm. I’m pretty sure Hannah Montana was dying down a bit too and I don’t recall whether or not she was *spoiler* Miley Cyrus yet. So the lady my dad was meeting had a daughter a little older than me and she had a friend over while we were there. They were kind of bratty and they were talking to me about what I liked and they asked me what kind of music I liked. This was kind of a pivotal moment in my life because up til then my music consisted basically of The Brady Bunch Theme Song and The Hamster dance which my mom had instilled upon my mp3 player. Now don’t be judging just yet, I had Barbie Girl and The Flintstones too. (Reasons for this lack of music: 1. No tv 2. My parents controlled the radio 3. I had no older siblings to introduce me to “cool”) Let it be known for the record that I did have a popular Hilary Duff cd a family friend had got for me which I listened to at least once a day until I was ten or so. So basically I had no answer to give these girls. What was I supposed to say? The scooby doo theme song? The chicken dance? Hymns and primary songs? I vetoed all of these and opted for telling them I didn’t really like music. They were very surprised at this and began quizzing me on popular artists but I had heard of none of them. So there it was. I’m pretty sure they began ignoring/excluding me a little while after that.

Chapter 2: Introducing Lisa McHan. This girl had several older siblings as well as parents that were very into music, hence Lisa knowing all the popular music. Mix this with countless mornings and afternoons on the bus listening to 94.3 KTPZ and Ryan Seacrest and pretty soon I was well versed in the world of the up and coming Bruno Mars, Katy Perry, Ke$ha, Train, Owl City, Fun, Maroon 5, Rihanna and Eminem. Yep, I was cool. I knew all the words. I knew every song by a good number of the artists I listed and listened to them mixed with the Twilight Soundtracks all the time. Great, right? Teenage Dream was one of my favorites and of course, I loved Just the Way You Are, and Misery was a necessary song for life. It was great. I bonded with so many people as we sang along to Soul Sister and did a duet to Eminem/Rihanna songs. Now when I hear these songs, I think of them.

Chapter 3: Flash forward to now. You never would have thought, right? My music list is so extensive it is beaten by few. I have tons of playlists for different situations, people, dances, you name it. Now my life is so engrossed in music that I practically think in song lyrics. Every time I go to write a blog post,  the first place I look is at song lyrics. Basically here’s a sum up of my playlists:

  1. Everything-this one has, you guessed it, everything. All the songs I add on spotify. This is what I listen to in general. It excludes Holiday music (with 2 exceptions—NSYNC and Parachute are too important), “writing” music (exceptions: yiruma and phidel) Song count:2,701
  2. Discover Weekly and (new) Release Radar. These are made by spotify for me each week. This is where I find the majority of my music. Song count: 60 (refreshed weekly)
  3. … (literal name of playlist). When I make playlists, I think about them for days ahead of time. I know what’s going on them and what it will all sound like when it’s finished. It’s a big thing for me, making a playlist. This one happened over a week or so. I had a couple of songs that just really went together in my head. Then a couple more. I just haven’t figured out why they go together yet. Song count: 6
  4. Battle Songs—BAM KABOOM CRASH BANG Going off to fight for freedom or win the Olympics or something. Song count: 43
  5. I Won’t Hit Skip—This came about accidentelly and has since progressed. My shower music consists of A) Parachute’s Wide Awake or B) One Direction’s Made In the A.M.. So I might have mixed them together into a beautiful concoction in which a few other artists got thrown in. It’s beautiful. Song Count: 51
  6. Stars—Song Count: 49
  7. Then I have a folder of dance playlists: Cha Cha, Waltz, Foxtrot, East Coast, Rumba, Samba, Nightclub Two-Step, Viennese Waltz, Wast Coast, Blues, Lindy Hop, Line Dances and Dance. I refuse to comment on all of these and find the song counts for each because that would take years. But I will comment on Dance. Dance has songs about  dance. So good.
  8. Next we have my For People folder. Shelby, Gabe,Cami, Dominick, Lisa, Taha, my Mom, Maddy, Riley, You, and Grace. It started with Grace but I associate songs with people and also there are just songs that some people would like that I don;t like and songs that I just need them to hear so kabam, a ton more playlists.
  9. Next folder is called Special Playlists. These one’s are mine. There’s one called Feel Pretty. It’s all the songs about being pretty or beautiful or whatever. It’s one to listen to while you get ready. Then there’s Places to Be, which is exactly what it says. I imagine it would be good for a road trip. Next is Love Me, which is the songs that I like to imagine a cute boy is singing to me. Speak to Me is songs that sing to my soul and put my heart into words. Sing to Me, Sing to You is a playlist of songs to sing to a baby, a lover, a friend, or to have sung to you. Soothe is the equivalent of a Pinterest board I have. It’s those pretty songs that will calm the storm in my head. Then there’s Sing to Sleep which is similar to the previous two but more intended for sleep.
  10. Writing Folder comes next and it only has three playlists. The first is simply Writing(243). This is my focus music. Scores from great movies and more piano music. Great for late night writing or background music. Then there’s two playlists for each of my main writing projects, my fanfiction(124) and my Superhero(9) story. These playlists aren’t for me—they are for whoever decides to read my stories.
  11. Last but certainly not least is my folder of For Later. There’s a recent playlist called I Need More of You(23) which is simply songs of which by the artist i need more songs from. It’s people to watch. There’s a Feel the Spirit(108) playlist for Sunday mornings. Lots of acapella. Next is a Christmas playlist(182) which is just GOLD. I am not fond of all traditional music and instead prefer covers by my favorite artists. SO when NSYNC and Christina Perri and Michael Buble sing great songs to me about the holidays, I’m all ears. Next is a Pretend Wedding Reception Playlist(74) which is wayyyyy too long for an actual reception and I realize this but I can’t imagine it without them. Lastly is a playlist called Annee! This is all of my songs. The ones with my name in them I mean, or from my movies(50).

Epilogue: Sorry I got lazy and skipped a bunch of numbers as to how long the playlists are. Just know that they are really long. I don’t know exactly how my life went from “not liking music” to music being such a huge thing to the point where I pay $5 a month just to listen without ads and to listen to whatever I want, whenever and wherever I want. My parents also pay for XM radio for me so that I have music everywhere I go. I’m spoiled but in the words of Parachute speaking to music, I could never live this life without you. So I guess that’s it. May all your favorite bands stay together. 

❤ Annee

Forks Over Knives

Dear Annee,

You have taken entirely too long to write back to me so I decided to write again because I got really curious. It sees that in life there are a lot of questions that we have about food-like, who was the first person to look at an egg and go food or who was the first person to think of drinking cows milk or goat milk or just strange things like that. Tonight, Mom made meatball subs for dinner and being the horrible vegetarian I am (and being waaaaaayyyyy too lazy to just cook something without meat in it for me) I sat down and I ate one, which then inspired the question: Who the heck invented meatballs? because meatballs are really quite strange in my book.

So here you go, something that you never knew you needed. I give you, the History of Meatballs (and a few cultural fun facts):

In reality, not much is known about who invented the first meatballs. Some say that they originated in China around 221 BC (at least, that’s what Wikipedia says). Some say that they started in Persia and was then passed on to Arabic countries, where they an be found in some of the earliest cookbooks. Meatballs can also be found in a Roman cookbook called Apicius which was compiled in the 4th or 5th century. Unfortunately, the Apicius isn’t available at your local bookstore. It seems to be though, that because meatballs are so cheap and easy to make, a lot of cultures picked up their own recipes without the help of anybody else. Meatballs in the US though were made popular by Italian immigrants, again, because they were so cheap and easy to make.

Meatballs now have spread in popularity all across Europe. In Bulgaria, meatballs are a very popular menu item. Danish meatballs aren’t actually balls, but more like patties…so I don’t really know why they aren’t just called hamburgers tbh. In Finland you can find meatballs made out of Rudolph, the red-nose reindeer. In Germany, some meatballs are made out of salted fish, which sounds absolutely delightful. In the Netherlands, on Wednesdays we eat meatballs. Norwegians steal their meatballs from Sweden. Unfortunately, the meatballs in Turkey aren’t actually made with turkey, but with lamb. In Italy though, where it would seem that the meatball would be the most famed, meatballs are considered “peasants food”. Like I said above, they were popularized by Italian immigrants in the US because many of the Italian immigrants coming into the US were, well, peasants.

Meatballs are also popular in the Americas. Apparently in the US, you can find meatball pizza and in Canada, meatballs are made with cinnamon, cloves, and nutmeg, which seems a little bit too much like Christmas to me.

Surprise, surprise, Meatballs are also famous in Middle East and Asian cuisine as well. The whole world loves them. Vegetarian meatballs are incredibly popular in India (maybe I’ll just move there…). Iranians like stuffing their meatballs with hard boiled eggs and fruit, so breakfast meatballs anyone? In China, large meatballs are called lion heads. I just hope that they don’t try to eat me while I’m trying to eat them. In Japan and Indonesia, chicken meatballs are widely popular.

Meatballs exist in almost every culture in the world, which I guess doesn’t make them all that special, but they still taste good.

 

And there you go-a totally incomplete and ridiculous history of the meatball. I hope you enjoyed 🙂

Love,

Megan

 

(Omg, i’m so bored help me)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Boredom (yes, it’s a real documentary)

Dear Annee,

As you obviously know by know, I don’t deal very well with boredom. In fact, I am probably one of the worst people that I know when it comes to getting bored.

Things that I could be doing when I get bored

  1. Go dancing with you
  2. Paint
  3. Write
  4. Have my own dance party that doesn’t involve any sort of resemblance to the dancing that you do
  5. Take a walk
  6. Go to the studio
  7. Read
  8. Play Pokémon GO (hahhahahah JK please save me from this hell…)

Things that I usually do when I get bored:

  1. Complain about being bored
  2. Lay on the floor or upside down on the couch
  3. Watch YouTube or Netflix until my boredom has reached its ultimate capacity and I’m literally feeling brain dead
  4. Watch more YouTube or Netflix…

My problem is that instead of just getting up and doing something when I get bored, I just don’t. I don’t have the motivation to do anything to get me un-bored. Half the time I could go out and do things with you, but dancing doesn’t always interest me. And the unfortunate thing is, is that I sometimes even get bored painting or reading or writing and doing all the things that I love to do in my free time. If I could have any super power it would honestly be super-motivation. My grades would be so fantastic and I would be so good at so many different things because I would actually get up and do things. My arch enemy would be some sinister sounding bad guy that was actually just a fancy word for boredom. Boredom saps motivation. And its annoying. And stupid. And I’m over it.

Shake the World

Dear Megan,

Let it be known that my prime emotion upon writing this post is anger. Not towards you or towards any one person in particular, but rather the American Education System. I’ll start off by saying that I really love history. I love to learn about it, especially lesser known things, but I don’t like History classes. I feel like they are picky and biased in their teaching and never truly explain the truth. How are we supposed to learn from lies if we don’t even know they’re lies? I love learning about History on my own, but put me in a History class and I will protest and ask difficult questions and spend all my time researching some small event or person that is completely passed over in the class.

I’ve learned so many things from History that I was never taught in school. Things that make me upset because I believe they are important. I’ve learned from them and they’ve changed the way I look at the world. So buckle up kids, because it’s time for a real history lesson.

We’ll start in 1912, with a familiar shipwreck: The Titanic. The Titanic was this amazing ship, made of mostly metal and believed by everyone to be unsinkable. Perhaps that’s why it became such a famous tragedy when on an April night the ship struck an iceberg and was lost to the sea. The lifeboats of the titanic were not filled to capacity, and left with a third of the people it could really hold, forcing others to be left behind. (NOTE: While researching this for the facts of this blog post I typed into google “How many people” and the first thing to pop up was “how many people died on the titanic”) Just over 1,500 people died. Now, let it be clear that I’m not insensitive to this event. It’s sad, okay? But what I don’t understand is why EVERYONE knows about the Titanic (partial blame on the movie and Leo’s wonderful face) but NO ONE knows about the Wilhelm Gustloff. I can hear you all through your computers reading this saying “Huh?” or “Yeah I’ve heard of it. So what? The sinking of the titanic was just so tragic.” Well I’m here to tell you to shut up and listen to this, the story of a bigger tragedy. Something a tad more significant than a passenger liner sinking into the Atlantic Ocean. Here goes:

The Wilhelm Gustloff started off as a cruise ship. It had a number of significant features making it desirable, such as a swimming pool (NOTE: The Wikipedia page for the Gustloff is like 9,400 x 1,517 times shorter than the titanic page) and often featured concerts and other such entertainment. The Gustloff later went on to become a hospital ship for the military, playing an important role. But what I find the most significant of all the roles played by the Gustloff, was its duty in Operation Hannibal. The ship was to be used as a method of evacuation from Prussia carrying refugees and military personnel. The ships carrying capacity was 1,465 but for this particular evacuation, there were 10,582 people aboard. It was estimated that 5,000 of those were children. Shortly after its departure, the ship was struck by 3 of 4 shot torpedoes causing it to sink less than 40 minutes after being struck. 9,343 people died. There hadn’t been enough lifeboats on the ship to even carry half of the passengers aboard but those loaded were filled past capacity. 1,252 people were able to be saved. One notable rescue, an 18 month old was rescued miraculously alive in the freezing water. Another significant feature of the Wilhelm Gustloff, was that is was said to have had the Amber Room aboard which sunk into the depths of the Baltic Sea with the ship. The Amber Room was considered to be the 8th wonder of the world before it was lost and today would be worth $400 million. It was a chamber decorated completely with amber and gold. It contained over 13000 lbs of amber. Because of the Amber Room, this shipwreck earned a lot of attention from treasure seekers.

So why, why, why, does the Titanic recieve so much more attention than the sinking of a ship, the death of 9,400 passengers, and the disappearance of the Amber Room? I don’t know but I definitely have a problem with not having learned about the Gustloff until this year when I read Salt to the Sea. (NOTE: The author of Salt to the Sea has another book, Between Shades of Grey, that included more history I’d never learned about. I’ll save that post for another day).

And that brings me to History problem #2:

We all learn about the New Deal and FDR and how he put it into place and all this stuff, blah, blah, blah, right? But ever heard of Frances Perkins? No? She was the US Secretary of Labor under FDR. He specifically asked her to fulfill that role and she said she would, upon some conditions. She demanded his committing to “massive unemployment relief, a giant public works program, minimum wage laws, a Social Security program for old age insurance, and the abolition of child labor.” (Brooks 2015). So if Frances Perkins, an amazing woman, who changed so much in way of social policies, participated in the early years of the Hull House and became so inspired by the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire (another lesser known albeit significant historical event), why had I never heard of her before today? Perhaps it could be that she was mentioned and I wasn’t paying attention, but to think someone who was the start of so many important movements had not been a part of my memory from History classes really bugs me. FDR gets all this credit with the New Deal, but it was this woman who was behind the ideas of the New Deal. That should mean something. She should be more recognized. The Wilhelm Gustloff and all of its lost refugees should be more recognized.

I am saddened that my History classes didn’t teach me more about these events and I’m sure there’s more that I’m missing. I ache to know more, to know what else I’m missing. I want my children to know about these events and to know how important they are. Most of all, I want to scream to the world and the American education system about how I have been missing out on this knowledge for such a long time. I wish, I wish I had known about it all sooner.

❤ Annee

Make Me a German

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Dear Annee,

I never wanted to be that person that changed their major. I wanted to be able to sit down and know what I wanted to do for the rest of my life and just go for it.

My list of possible careers though is quite long though. I probably changed what I wanted to do with my life at least every couple of months.

So, I present to you, Megan’s comprehensive life plans since I was a child:

  1. The first thing that I remember that I wanted to do was to be a professional soccer player. My brothers probably influenced me mostly here because I was only like, 5, but still. This would have been pretty awesome.
  2. The next thing that I wanted to be was a vet, I think. My grandpa endorsed this one a whole lot and so did Allie. We would sit on her trampoline and talk about opening our own animal shelters and stuff like that.
  3. Third, I obviously wanted to be an artist. I loved art and my dad encouraged me to do art, but he also greatly cautioned against me actually pursuing a career in the arts because it would be hard. This dissuaded me for a little while.
  4. I vividly remember in 7th grade wanting to be an engineer because they traveled a lot, not because I actually wanted to do engineery things. I thought being an aerospace engineer would be the coolest thing and I still actually do a little bit…but I mostly blame growing up in “Rocket City” surrounded by the U.S. Space and Rocket Center (home of Space Camp!!!) and other engineery and spacey things.
  5. I went through a stage for maybe a year or two where I just really wanted to fly. Like full on grow wings and just fly away or something like that. So my next career choice was to be a pilot. I’m not sure if I wanted to do like fighter jet pilot or just small commercial pilot. This most definitely stemmed off from my want to be an aerospace engineer.
  6. In 9th Grade, I wanted to be a middle school or high school history teacher. My mom really was against me being a teacher because she worked in the middle school and saw all the politics and crap that teachers had to deal with.
  7. There was a time where I seriously was hoping that I would just be able to get my own TV show or somehow become a rock star overnight or something like that…I had hopes….very, very high hopes…
  8. And finally we’re back to being an artist….but there were a couple of sub-sections of what I wanted to do
    1. Photographer
    2. Illustrator/drawer
    3. Painter
  9. And now, finally, the one career path that I’m deciding on and almost most definitely changing my major (emphasis) for: Art History with a German cluster.

Like I said, I never wanted to change my major, and even though I’m technically not changing my major from art, I am changing what I’m studying and I’m adding a foreign language (Fun Fact: German is the “art language”, who knew?). Lately though, I have just found myself not enjoying painting as much as I feel like I would (at least as a possible career). And plus, with the Master’s degree that I want to get (Museum Studies) I kind of need a background in art history, not painting.

I’m excited for art history though. I’m excited to learn German. Here’s to hopefully NEVER changing my major again though, kay?

 

Much Love,

Megan

Deep Sea

Capture12Dear Megan,

Sometimes I go on profound internet searches. Sometimes I just get distracted and don’t know where I end up. You know this about me. This is why I ended up looking at the Wikipedia page for Holocaust Victims when I started on the page for Socks 20 minutes earlier (thanks Stephen). Both are very interesting pages. The page on Jokes is also like one of my favorite things ever since I read to you a good portion of the page in place of telling you a joke.

This is also how I ended up looking at the scariest and most beautiful fish in the ocean. Really, those things can be freaking terrifying. I don’t recommend looking them up unless you need to stay awake for a long time in which case, I can point you in a lot of different directions. For example, this is one of my favorites. I also really enjoy this and will probably totally do this in my house after I finish planting the garden I’m waiting on. I could probably give you more links to creepy things but—wait, actually just a couple more but these are more interesting than creepy. First of all, I enjoy the Wikipedia page for Death. It’s way interesting. This one though is also entertaining. And my personal favorite: here.

Now that you’re questioning my sanity, here’s my boredom/anxiety killers. They’re lovely internet places. This is best if you’re alone. It’s for one of those nights when nothing is going right and you are feeling so many things and you just want to let it all out but the last thing you want to do is call a friend (even though I’m obvs always here for you).This is best on touchscreen, and can be really soothing. This one‘s new to me, but so far seems to fix essentially any problem. This works both for annoying others as well as entertaining yourself. This one is best for the times when you’re a little lonely or really missing someone.  This last one I can watch for hours and never get bored. You’re probably questioning my sanity again with that one. I swear I’m normal.

The internet is a deep sea. It can be such a useful place, or it can be completely offensive. (Disclaimer on language with that last one). Sometimes it’s happy  and other times it makes you mad or even sad. It’s amazing that we have so many things at our fingertips, and yet so much of the time we’re bored. That’s partially why I’ve taken to reading up on random topics, or things we should know more about. There is so much to learn in this world. There’s also a lot of things to waste our time on. I tend to think a balance of both is healthy. Sometimes I’m just so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of things out there. There’s so much music I have, but there’s so much more I haven’t heard that surely I would love. There’s so many books still to read, movies to watch, people to meet. The list is endless. All I can hope for myself is that I can spend my time wisely and get to know as much as I can about this little planet while I’m here.

Love you!

❤ Annee

Fast, Cheap, and Out of Control

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Dear Annee,

While I was doing my hair today, a sudden realization came to me: I have never really had a full on obsession about something.

Everybody, I think, has a phase where they are absolutely obsessed about something. I had friends that were crazy obsessed with the Jonas Brothers or obsessed with Disney Original movies or they were just boy crazy, but I never was.

There are things that I definitely love and things that I’m definitely passionate about. I love music. I love playing my guitar and singing. I love being in the art studio, even if the class isn’t my absolute favorite. I’m passionate about Student Support and finding ways to serve and help and be on a council. I’m passionate about reading and writing and getting lost in stories, but I have never been obsessive about any of these things. I have never really had celebrity crushes or “otp’s” or anything like that. I have television shows and movies that I enjoy, but I have never been absolutely obsessed about the characters and their relationships.

I’m not sure why, to be honest, but it makes me feel like I’m missing a huge part of the “human experience” or something. It makes me almost sad that I can’t feel an overwhelming, consuming love for something to the point that it becomes slightly ridiculous. I like to think of myself as more of a dreamer and as a person who can just get lost and let something totally consume me, but I can’t. Is it because I’m too cautious to give all of myself away to something? Am I too much of a perfectionist to allow myself to “get lost” in something? Am I too scared?

I don’t know.

Granted, it is a little bit of a good thing to not be totally obsessive, but I still think that there needs to be some balance there and the fact that I don’t have that one thing is slightly strange. At least it is in my book.

Much Love,

Megan