the social acceptance of FaceTime

My recent purchase, and obsession, of the iPhone 4 has sparked some deep thinking. and no, not which picture should be my wallpaper or if i should waste time on Words with Friends, but much deeper thoughts.

8th grade was the year i got my first cell phone. it was a dinky rectangle thing that came with a zebra case and the option to change the button colors. (pretty sweet). 10th grade was when i got my first computer, complete with a hot pink keyboard. 11th grade was the year of Blackberrys, and everyone feeling super fabulous if they had it out at all times.
and now, 2010, is the year of FaceTime and iPhone 4s.

in 10th grade, i was broken up with via AIM. "Im to busy, and plus you don't like me that much anyways."
in the summer of 11th grade, a simple phone call was all it took for the current boy to tell me that he had moved on and set his sights on the next girl in the sno cone line at Rainbows. and it was that same year that my best friend broke up with her boyfriend via a two word text- "we're done"

which leads me to my deep thoughts. all of these breakup methods are deemed socially unacceptable, yet they happen all the time. daily, people are breaking up or getting broken up with through text, letter, email, or phone call, when it should be done in person every single time. (or maybe im just too old fashioned to still believe this)

so where does FaceTime fit into all of this? is it better to break up with someone via FaceTime than via text or email? is using FaceTime to say "were doneski" equivalent to doing it in person? besides lacking the capability to slap the person whose dumping you, what else does FaceTime lack that "in person" has?

Im afraid that in the very near future, many girls (and guys) will have breakup stories that include their ex dumping them through a glass screen that can't be shattered, but how bad is it really?

Thats my boggling thought of the day, and though i realize its not life changing or monumental, it still consumed my thoughts for a good part of my lunch break at Subway and the numerous meetings i attended today.

3 Main Characters and 2 Good Friends

for once, me and josie can finally say that one of our notorious adventures was a success. yes, crazy i know, but we have proof of its success. for a few weeks, weve been meaning to go rock climbing. we pass the terribly scary walls everytime we go in the Rec, so of course that had to be put on our "adventure to do list". well, today it finally happened. josie conquered her fear of heights and i conquered my fear of doing something athletic.

we went rock climbing.

we were scared to death to go in there and sign up. so after assuring the working people many times that we would be terrible at it, me, josie, our harnesses, cute climbing shoes, and our new friend joey began the adventure. (joey was our "hold the rope and teach us how to do it" person. i forget the correct name, sorry joey) josie went first. and got all the way up in under 2 minutes. and then i went, and did the same. so we felt pretty fantastic about ourselves! we got upgraded to the next level, and that continued for about an hour. basically, WE ROCKED. well another hour and 7 more climbs each passed, and our arms finally gave in. thats tougher work than i was expecting! but for the whole 2 hours, alexis and laura sat there and watched and cheered us on. it was so great. (thats why they get to be in the title).

as im typing this, my hands are still sore to the touch, the blisters are forming, and i cant lift my arms up over my head. its pitiful. but...

we had another successful adventure, and for me and josie, thats all we really live for.

we plan on getting a whole semester pass for the spring and becoming somewhat decent rockclimbers. and just in case you were wondering, 2 hours burns approximately 1500 calories. yeah..

josie, good job. your the best adventure partner i could ever ask for. alexis and laura, thanks for supporting us. and joey, thank you thank you thank you.

our adventure took us to Ellen, and 48 missed calls.

Tuesday was just another normal day for Josie and myself. Normal for us being, weird, a failure, and hopeless.

It started with a pitiful little turtle just trying to cross the road. We were headed for the art museum (yayyy) in Fort Worth for Josies art project. Within the first 5 minutes of driving not only do we manage to get lost, but we almost hit a little baby turtle that was crossing the road. He was cute. So we get goin the right way and finally make it to the museum. Well after many annoying detours because of all of the construction. Now i need to back up for a sec.

We love Ellen. Like love love love Ellen. So when Ellen tweeted that she was doing a huge prize giveaway in Dallas on Tuesday, we were all over it. But we somehow had to figure out how to be at the art museum by 500 and at Ellen by 530. It was tricky. That was the beginning of our adventure.

So the museum. we get there at 430 and quietly walk in. this adorable old guy was sitting at the counter staring at us as we opened the door. Its no surprise that museums cost money, so we kinda looked around for some place to pay. but there wasnt one. so josie awkwardly asked the guy if we could "just walk in?" and he rudely said "yes." it was awkward, but step 1- done. now on to finding a art piece and sketching it. but all we could think about was the fact that we were missing ellen, so art wasnt all that important. so what does josie do? she takes pictures of the old vase with monsters on it. she took pictures of the art, in the museum, with the guards ten feet away. i was dying. i just knew that the guard was going to come grab us by the arms and walk us down the stairs and throw us out the door. but somehow that didnt happen.

now to ellen! we finish breaking the law at the musuem, and run out to the car to hurry to get to ellen. did i mention that we love ellen? ellen said that we had to be there by 530 to enter the contest, and after plugging the location into the gps, we were harshly told by the gps that the estimated arrival time was 5:32. of course. thats how everything me and josie do turns out. now talk about two very anxious people. our hearts were racing and all we could think about was proving the gps wrong and getting there by 5:30. it was intense. but....

we didnt. nope, 5:36 was our arrival time. just more proof that everything we do is a failure. it used to be sad , but now we just laugh. but its ok, because in the end we made it on national television!! no, we didnt get there by 5:30 to enter the contest, no we didnt get to win the car, no we didnt get picked by the camera guy to stand up front, yes i did step on a bush that made me fall 4 feet down which attracted eveyones attention, and no, we didnt even win the free underwear. but that was all expected- because it was a megan and josie adventure. but yes we were on Wednesdays episode of Ellen. seriously.

so then we got hungry. youd be hungry too if you almost hit a turtle, broke the law at a museum, rushed to beat the gps, and stood in jealousy for 2 hours while other people got to win a car. so dinner time!! now Ellen chose to do this giveaway in the ghetto. so obviously, we wanted to get out of the ghetto before choosing a food place. which led to Pappacitos. we enjoyed some good food and a very funny 50 year old Latino gay guy waiter. ive never heard someone say "oh my god" as well as he did. and he gave us plenty of as he called "water on the rocks". our day, like all other good days, had to end. as we were leaving dinner, i grab my phone out of my purse to check it. and WOW. i had 48 missed calls, 6 texts, and 2 voicemails. all from my parents and good friends. everyone knew we were in the ghetto, so when we never answered our phones they started worrying. well, my mom started worrying, which led everyone else to worry. thanks mom. ive never had 48 missed calls within a hour time period before. it was ridiculous. but all in all, it was a great adventurous day. and here are pictures from our national tv experience!

Thank You Mr.Edison

Not to brag or anything, but i was always the smart kid in elementary school. I was the kid that you went home and complained to your parents about because I always showed the teacher that it was in fact very managable to do 10 pages of homework in one hour. I got all the 100's, I was the teachers favorite, and I truly loved going to school every day to see what i could learn. But along with that smartness came some skepticism. Which has led me to be who i am today. Whenever I learn something, I briefly wonder if it is indeed true or not, and why. So back to elementary school. Thomas Edison. sound familiar? let me guess- you think he created the lightbulb. yeah i was taught that too. but at that point, i wasnt aware of the awesomeness of google, nor did i have my Fact Book. So i believe that he was the first person to invent the electric lightbulb. well ive made it this far believing that, and i am finally stopping. take a deep breath. and take this in slowly b/c it will alter everything you have ever learned.

Thomas Edison was in fact NOT the first person to invent a source of light. That award actually goes to my good friend Sir Humphrey Davy. in 1809 he used a battery and some wires and some other stuff i really dont care about, hooked them all up, andd...a lamp was created! kinda different from a lightbulb, yes, but still. I think Humphrey should get some credit too!

I do still love Edison though. Not enough to name my first baby after him, but enough to give him a spot in my blog. He did do some other fantastic things in his life. He patented 1,093 things during his career. Props to anyone that has that much time. My favorite- he patented a way to preserve fruit. and thank goodness for that. also, Edison was resposible for creating the first tattoo machine. So, when you wake up after a very long, unrememberable, yet unforgettable night, with a permanent reminder of the night before, you can think Thomas Edison for that blaring inkspot on your body. But dont get mad at Thomas for that- rather feel bad for him. At the age of 3 he was kicked out of school because his teachers said he was too dumb. So him mom had to homeschool him. So maybe she should get the credit for some of those patents as well. Who knows.

But thank you Thomas Edison for giving me a way to preserve fruit. I will always remember you for that.

Megan + Josie= huge failure.

Sundays are my favorite day of the week. Church always starts off the day, and it is one of the best constant reminders of how blessed I am with the community of people in my life. So thats great. And then is the always traditional lunch after followed by a whole entire afternoon of sitting on my butt doing absolutely NOTHING. and yes, i deserve it. and then my Sundays always end perfectly with a episode of Kourtney and Khloe. So i woke up today looking forward to yet another awesomely great Sunday. So church comes. Before the story can go on- its important to explain how much of a people watcher/analyzer i am. I think one of my all time favorite things to do is to sit somewhere and watch people. look at what theyre wearing, who theyre with, creepily listen in on their conversations, etc. It could probably be added to my personal list of problems that will prevent me from ever getting married. But im really good at it and I really enjoy watching people, so I will probably never stop. So anyways, for the last few weeks this guy (cute might i add) has sat all by himself on the end of the 2nd row at church. And so for the last few weeks, ive noticed him sitting there alone w/o any friends or anything. Which is sad! But im not an iniator, so ive never done anything about it. Well, that all changed today. We saw that this cute boy was sitting alone again and decided that today was the day to do something about it. So me and Joise get up, leave our spots in the middle of our row between all of our friends, and proceed to slowly and hesitantly walk across to where he's sitting. now the plan was to ask if anyone was sitting in the two empty spots next to him, wait for him to say "why no, no one is sitting here", and then we would sit down there and befriend this cute guy in a black button down. (last week he had a dark red one on). So we ask if the seats are available, and he gets up to let us walk past him to sit down in the empy seats. Step 1- Complete!
So of course at this point were halfway done with our goal- now we just have to talk to him, introduce ourselves, and take care of the fact that he always sits alone. This is alot harder than it seems by the way. Well right before we are about to start talking, what does he do? He gets up! He got up, and sat down two rows back next to a guy that had just arrived that he knew. Where had this guy been the last 3 weeks?!? Whatever. He got up, moved away, completely ruined our goal, and left us feeling like huge failures.I want to know what was going through his head! did he think we were weird? did he think we looked like aliens? is he a really shy guy so we intimidated him? or was he sad that he had to leave his spot next to us to go sit wiht he friend? regardless, it totally put a dent in my perfect Sunday.
I try to always find the positives in any situation though, so here are the good things that came from our lame situation: closer seat to the stage, a good laugh, finally a answer to why we are single and will be single for who knows how long, and we got to sit next to the most precious old lady that had the cutest laugh. It is going to take a long time to recover from this one though. We are huge failures in life. Its embarrassing.
Lesson learned- never be nice ever again!
no not really. the true lesson is that if there is a cute boy in a black button down sitting alone without any friends, he really isnt as pitiful as he looks. He is just a disguised reminder of how lame and how much of a failure your life is. SO STAY AWAY!
now, next week if he sits in that same spot and has a different color button down on, maybe we will re-try? who knows.

We ride the E-Ride.

So last night started off ordinary. It all started with a very long PhiLamb meeting and a game of "Two Truths and a Lie." Normal. Then the usual "second dinner" occured. Again, normal. I had cereal, like usual, and got my bubble bursted, like usual, when the milkshake machine still wasnt working. Normal. (which is why i WILL be running for VP of the Food Advisory Committee. we just want our milkshakes!)(i need a campaign slogan if anyones creative). So, the night was still normal. No green skies or barking cats or kangaroos walking backward. All normal. (***Kangaroos are the only 4 legged mammal that cant walk backwards***) So dinner was over and we were getting ready to leave and get back to homework, and/or E News in my case. One thing led to another and me and Josie found ourselves on the left hand side, third row of the E-Ride. That is when i knew it would be a night to remember. Little info on the E-Ride- you can call anytime from 9 pm to 2 am and they will pick you up in a cute little short bus and take you wherever you want to go. Cool right? So it is usually for drunk or lazy people. But we took it because of pure safety reasons, well and a little bit of laziness. Plus, we needed a little adventure. So the E-Ride. We get on, find a seat, and relax into our super comfie, flu covered bus seats. Were the only Caucasians on the bus, so that kinda took away some of the normalcy as well since we had just had dinner with 7 fellow Caucasians.Then Edward hit the gas and we were off. Not gonna lie, I was kind of scared. So I've never been good at talking quietly . I just have aloud voice that carries and I cant help it. And when your on a bus, late a night, with a bunch of strangers, its not good to have a loud voice. So we kind of stood out even more. Im sure they loved our conversations though. Which by the way...The average English conversation uses about 150 words per minute. Betcha didnt know that. So me and Josie were about 1000 words into our E-Ride, and we find ourself in the ghetto. NOT on campus like we were supposed to be. Then i started getting worried. This is about the time that Josie begain explaining to me how handy the E-Ride really is. Turns out that you can pay a little and they will drive you all the way to San Antonio! (were doing it real soon.) And as Josie noted, its even better if the driver is cute, because your stuck with him for 4 hours. So we hope to get lucky. Edward wasnt too bad, we wont complain about him. The E-Ride finally pulled up to my stop, so i had to get off and leave Josie on the bus alone until it got to her stop. I felt horrible. But she made it back safely, and we are currently planning next weeks E-Ride trip. Which leads to fact of the day- On average 25 million children ride a school bus each day. And that doesnt even include all of the E-Rider's out there. The bus was introduced in 1662 by Pascal. I have no idea why they didnt put that little tidbit in any of our science books. Oh well. And thanks to him, we had a fantastic night experiencing a little bit of Denton that not many people get to see.

Happy Hallows Eve

My sweet mom always mails me packages with some of the most unqiue, random things. She really takes care packages to a whole new level. You might get laudry quarters, food and socks- well i get holiday related toys, card games, candy that most 5 year olds dream of having (perfect for me) and in the lastest package, a pumkin. Pete now sits on my bathroom sink as a constant reminder of the upcoming holiday. So as i was brushing my teeth earlier, I realized that Halloween was in 32 days and 9 hours (approximately) and i really know nothing about the holiday except that candy is involved and that way too many Hannah Montana wigs will be sold. So, i did some research. Before I go further- its Googles 11th birthday week. So make sure to acknowledge that. Ok, so Halloween. Turns out it was originally called All Hallows Eve 2000 years ago. How that turned into Halloween I have no idea. Probably because a cute little kid dressed up as a ninja turtle didnt like saying Happy All Hallows Eve. And also b/c the Pagans named it that, and my fact book says that they werent a smart group. So it was believed that on Hallows Eve, ghosts would fly around town, so the smart Pagans would put on masks so they wouldnt be recognized by the ghosts. And that is the beginning of Halloween. I had two "favorites" on Halloween- the huge parties my parents used to have, and counting and dividing my candy at the end of the night. I would pour it all out and organize it by type of candy, and then by popularity and divide it into bowls. Yes, I was a nerdy kid. But I dont think I ever picked up on the fact that I most likely had more Snickers than any other candy. Because- That is the most popular selling candy during Halloween. And, one fourth of all candy bought in America during the year is purchased from the beginning to end of September. Few more Hallows Eve facts for ya- there are about 106 million houses that participate in trick or treating in America. And i always thought that going to 200 houses was alot..whatever. The biggest pumpkin EVER weighed 1667 pounds. So i looked into that b/c i would love to know how many seeds were in that, but of course Google cant answer that question for me.
So now as i get ready each morning and see Pete sitting there, i dont have to wonder anymore about Halloween.
By the way, thanks for the pumpkin mom.