Nature 1, Megan 0 - till we meet again nature.

Good Afternoon Internets,

I hope this post finds you well.

I have recently returned from a camping trip Down South in Walpole (South West, Western Australia).
It was meant to be a relaxing trip away from the hard life that is the city (who am I kidding, I live in Perth... its not really a city...).

As I was saying, it was meant to be relaxing... but little did I... or my mother know some of it it would be anything but.
I think my poor mother saw a side of me she never has before, and it was rage. Pure unadulterated rage.
I don't like bugs... or any pests for that matter.
I hate flies... but I could live with them. The Horse Flies however - I believe I asked my dear mother more than once, why couldn't Noah just swatted them before sailing away on his ark?
The only answer I have, is so that they could try and kill me whilst on a relaxing break.
These beasts are so set on ruining your day, that they even find ways of eating your flesh through your clothing.
I think they must have mated with cockroaches along the evolutionary trail, as these part godzilla flying dragons wouldn't die, no matter how much bug spray was cursed in their direction, nor from my skilled flicking abilities (I do have siblings...).

As the day progressed though, these winged killers went back to the pits of hell from whence they came. In their place came the blood sucking vampires and giant winged wombats... No Edward Cullen did not join us for a spot of dinner...
the mozzies and gigantic moths appeared to ruin my dinner.
Seriously, they were as big as my face.
The only thing that made dinner bearable was my mother and the fact that we had beer.

On about day three of our camping adventure, we managed to start cooking before the sun went down, and lo and behold another pest made their way into special dinner time. At first I thought it was going to be a lovely cute moment...

I was wrong.
Singing to the Kookaburra only made them come back in packs... and steal our food.

Then they came back every night.
Luckily, my mother got to see me swear like I have never sworn before.
I think it was a beautiful moment for us both.

Luckily on our trip however, we were able to buy honey mead, which is one of the sweetest things you'll ever get drunk on; and all sorts of ciders.
And olives; and if you know one thing about our family, is we love our olives.

till next time internet,
m

ps. I turn 24 in a month (my sister just reminded me...) holy macaroons...

Sometimes I just think of myself as a horrible person

I know I said I was going to try to be a better blogger - sigh what a joke that was.

However, I have finished uni for the year - so I will see what summer brings.
You may have noticed I said for the year and not for life, here is what happened. I got so sick, that I failed a unit, and there was no way to fix it.
So at least another semester is needed... but I have a plan (I always have a plan).
I'm going to pick up some politics units and maybe some English literature - have yet to make up my mind on that one.
I think that way I'l be a more rounded journalist.
Plus when I was filling out the application for the ABC cadetship, I just didn't have enough experience as a journalist for me to believe that I could even be considered.
So this up coming year, the year the world is meant to end - will be me trying to gain experience as a journalist and finding ways to fill up that quota.

I'm also going to be going on a camping trip with my mum starting tomorrow. Hopefully there will be internet access, just so that I can still be in contact with the world.
I'm going to use this time however to try and edit my novel.
I've been working on it for about 9 years now, so I think it is almost time for it to see the light of day - and have a chance at being published.

Well that is the plan anyway.

Also I painted my nail's red - not sure I like it.
What do you think?

Yeah I don't know either.

"Shame is worse than death" Russian Proverb

My dear friends, family, other people who have somehow mistakenly fallen onto this blog...

How could I have left it so long between posts? I'll never know.

I am now here to rectify this problem.

If I say I'm sorry, who am I really apologising too?
I guess myself. As soon as it became a month after my last post I was saddened with myself for letting it become this late.

Starting now, I vow to try to blog more often.

I'm not going to promise that it will happen, due to the horrible evidence that I am not one who has a great track record. Instead I will try harder and all that...

I am now getting ready to try and finish up this semester. This will be the time that I will be marking off the section of the exam papers with yes, I am graduating...

What a scary thought. 

I have no idea what I am meant to do next year. 

Do I stay at university for another year and do my graduate diploma, or try to find a real job?

It is giving me a lot to think about, and if you have any ideas - you should really let me know!

Now, as I said from my last post, some photos from Supa Nova!

Me as Dr River Song (season 6 DW) with the 11th and 10th Doctors.

River Song with the 4th Doctor

And yes, that is a wig.

ALSO fun facts:

I am currently a director in PAANDA (Performing Arts Association of Notre Dame Australia)'s pantomime of Snow White and the 7th Dwarf.

It is a modern re-telling of the classic, and hopefully will be awesome.

To prove my point here are some pictures (photos taken by close friend and Marketing Manager: Marissa Collova)

Me with one of the Stage Managers, Andy

Me stepping in for one of the characters... thats right if you don't behave I will punch the actors.

Watching some of the male actors trying to get one of the routines down.

Teaching the routine to "Single Ladies"

Still teaching "Single Ladies"

Stage Manager Andy and Me performing "Single Ladies" to the rest of the cast.

As you can tell, this production is going to be amazing! :D

Walking with the Bennetts

I believe I have been channeling my inner Elizabeth Bennet recently.
Instead of waiting for a carriage (read the bus) in the cold, I've been walking home from work. It's a long walk, an over two hour walk. I always think I'm a bit of an idiot afterwards and wonder why I did it again.

It has happened more than once, I have looked over the days that I feel the urge, and it has coincided with mornings I've had a giant can of red bull (to stay awake whilst at work...) - so a little different from Lizzie Bennett; who actually enjoyed her walks.
My mother is proud of me - which confuses me, she is proud that I can walk? I do believe she is the one who taught me...
What the Bennetts never had to do was data entry, or call persons for their latest email address as the one we have "returned to sender". None of them had to make each and every call sound sincere.
I'm not trying to sound ungrateful.
It is a job that pays the bills and the book obsession I seem to have.

It is also helping to pay for my fun filled weekend at the Supanova, pop culture convention (read getting my super geek on).
So I should be happy enough for that, right? It's a count the blessings kind of moment.

In saying that, Supanova weekend...
Yes there will be photos... xox

Friendly Fire

I have a slight problem.
How do you tell a friend that the girl he is currently with: is using him, is treating him horribly, and he should get out now? 


Without sounding like a horrible person?


In a Hollywood film it would end up that I am in love with the friend, telling him would mean I'd lose him, but it ends up he loves me too and then through something miraculous we'd be brought back together, get married and have 100's of babies... 
Sounds far-fetched but that's Hollywood for you.

However, this is life - not Hollywood's fantasy land and I'm not in love with my friend; I'm just freaking concerned for him.
This is his first girl friend, and I know he doesn't want to feel the way he did before having someone in his life... But she is a horrible person. She lies outright to his face, all the time.
I haven't met her yet, but I want to - just so I can punch her in the face.

One solid one for treating such a gentle person so horribly!

Who does she think she is?
She is jealous of all his friends, more so with the ladies. I can't quite work this one out: he was friends with these people before he even met her, so if he wanted to be with them, he wouldn't have chosen to date her...
I don't understand humans!

Her latest trick has been trying to guilt him into things. 
To tell him he is selfish and should buy her things...
Oh my dear lord above, that man be selfish? He can guilt himself into buying his friends things, by now she will have been showered in gifts. 


From what I can gather she has seen how much he earns and is gold digging her way into the rest of his life. 

I just don't know how to tell him he has made the biggest mistake of his life. He has already told her he loves her, and his friends are distancing themselves from him so they don't have to meet his evil shadow. 

That is not how life should be. 
If you've managed to keep friends this long after high school (and can still find things to talk about...) that should be congratulated, and you could presume that it would be a life long friendship -  until some woman comes along and ruins everything!
Horrible specimen of a human that even the devil himself would be afraid of.


On a side note, I'm thinking of having a dinner party and inviting old high school friends over.
 - excuse me while I go polish my knuckle dusters.

Time, ill spent

Dear Readers,

Depending on who is reading this, you might have have known that last week was very exciting for me, and not in a good way.
I attended the Uni Cocktail Party at this cool little bar in Fremantle, WA - called the East End Bar.
Awesome place, there were velvet covered walls, luxurious couches (including a chaise...) - all in all rather fantastic place, and I would generally recommend it!
However, and maybe its as I am hitting that early mid-twenties stage and I don't bounce back as quick, I have either had alcohol poisoning or my drink was spiked.
An experience that I don't recommend for anyone, nor one that I ever thought I would have.

Luckily it happened as the bar tab was closing and it was the last drink I had that was the issue.
However, I can not remember the last hour of the night.
I have been using my best detective skills to try and piece together what happened to me. I have found more people that remember the night a whole lot more than I do, so I am talking to them trying to sought out what I did - which ends up being an entirely different story.

I am a little wary now, and it will be a long time before I am able to drink alcohol again.

So let this be a lesson to all of you, keep an eye on what you're drinking - and how much you drink. Losing hours of your life and time not spent partying with your friends on the dance floor is time ill-spent.

theme, need a theme

When I tell friends that I have started a blog - each question has been the same.
What is your theme/what is it about?

To tell you the truth, I had no idea that I would need a theme. Here I was thinking I could just write and something would come out.

pondering what my theme would be

In my last post, I gave a brief history about myself. In which included some of my interests. Generally most people would grab one of their interests and make it into a theme.
One of the blogs I follow is about Jane Austen, and the writers love/experience with Miss Austen.


Though I love Jane with the majority of my heart, I feel like her as a theme has been done.
I could write on my baking explorations, but I'm not too sure on that one either - though it does match my title quite well.

one of my pies cooking,
if my theme was baking - the posts would be filled
with photos like this.

I would like to think that I could be my own theme, as there are a couple of blogs that I follow that do write just about themselves... I mean I'd like to think I am interesting enough to write about/for others to read about. That is the point of blogs right? That other persons would like to read it?

Interesting right??

I'd like to think I could take on a project, something that persons could read about how it goes (like cooking my way through a cookbook??), but I don't think I have good follow through tactics, or that uni would allow me the time to have a side project.

Working my way through "a side project"
I'm pretty sure this was the first pie I ever baked.

Or that I have a secret double life, and I should document it for others to discover... (may have just finished watching the entire series of "Secret Diary of a Call Girl"...)

I have a tumblr, so I somewhat already have a blog, but I don't fill it with words, or generally my own thoughts at all. I tend to reblog other creations that I feel could belong from my own life.

So this blog, though written with the intention for others to read, is going to be for me.
I'll try by setting aside time for mini projects, as well as letting you (the lovely reader who has stumbled upon this quite by accident...) into the life that is me.

I'm kind of exited now, to what silly things I will be getting up to, just so that I have something to write here :D

silly things I'll be getting up to
maybe when I'm a blonde again...

So sit back, relax and let me take you on a wild ride of a Perth Theatre and Journalism student...
(in saying that about my baking skills... Will be making a lemon meringue pie for the first time for my sister, she has been craving one for weeks... wish me luck)

First in First served

My brother has for a while been insisting that I start a blog. So, for you dear brother, here it is.
In this elementary stage, I thought I would give a brief history of myself.

My name is Megan, and I'm a part time nerd. I'd like to think I could get into gaming, but with my time spent reading Jane Austen (and other fab writers...), auditioning for yet another play/musical, and thinking I really should start practicing the piano and (finally pick up) the cello (and there is a tiny thing called University study that my tutors would like to think I do...) I don't really have the time.
Instead I appreciate gamers, and the time they put into their extra curricular activities.

I have changed my degree that many times that my own mother still asks me what it is I do to fill up my time. Currently I'm a journalism and Theatre student. I've just turned 23, which makes me in my early mid-twenties. Within my group of people, age does have a relevant significance. To which I am unsure as to why.

I'm from a little unknown city called Perth, Western Australia.
I lived there all my life, other than when I spent a stint in Sydney (for study and internship purposes).
I like it here, but I do feel the travel bug calling me away, and I have so many places I would like to move too. I'm not sure where in the world I will end up but I know I will miss all my friends and family when I do finally get up and leave.

I think thats all you need to know at the moment.
Oh, one more thing. I like pie. I like thinking about it, I like baking it, and I love eating it.
I hope that clears some things up.