Friday, June 21, 2013

Happy Weekend Frands

Happy first day of summer!

Though it's felt like summer in Texas in since about April.... whatevs.

Today was the perfect Austin summer day. 

My best friend from high school came into town for the day. She's a camp counselor at a summer camp about an hour away, and since she had 24 hours off,  I took her to Barton Springs to cool off and soak up the sun for a little bit. Yall don't get to see real life Megan, but I am paaaaasty. It's embarrassing. I need a spray tan or something.

Anywho, while we were at Barton Springs, Courtney was messing with her Aggie class ring (she went to Texas A&M) and it flew off into the water. That thing is almost a solid pound (ok maybe not really) of gold, in addition to being a sign of Aggie pride and a bunch of other traditional crap, so naturally she freaked the F out. I'm talking full on tears and frantically picking up 20 pound rocks searching underneath. Finally some nice godsend man came up with some goggles and helped us look. Luckily, and I mean LUCKILY, this man apparently reads up on finding underwater treasures all the time and he found it within a few minutes. What a miracle. 

We decided that this place probably wasn't the best place to spend the rest of the afternoon, so we high-tailed it out of there to get some snowcones from my personal fave, Sno Beach, and hang out by clear water aka my apartment complex pool.

I had a really sad realization at the pool. I'm now officially old as shit. 

I heard some younger girls talking about how they got so drunk at a frat house the night before and how one didn't remember falling asleep, and woke up in some random guy's room. I found myself seriously judging this girl and I even almost scolded her for being so irresponsible. My wild nights now consist of a bottle of wine and Netflix. Ohhhhh to be 20 again. Just kidding, I actually didn't do anything like she did when I was younger, and probably would've judged her when I myself was her age. 

I also heard some guy say he wanted to get "Ke$ha-fied" tonight. I don't even know what that means. 

That's all I got folks.

Have a happy weekend!

Thursday, June 20, 2013

Loving & Loathing

Totally copying Erin from Two Thirds Hazel on a Loving & Loathing post. Sup girlllll.

1. Turban Headbands. Can't get enough of these bad boys. Not only are they super cute, they hide my greasy hair on days I don't feel like washing it. Winner winner chicken dinner.

2. This quote. It's really really really hard being patient here lately. I know the right job will come along when the time is right, but I'm freakin bored here! And need some moolah to fund my Vegas vacation in a few weeks!

3. Puppies. I'm sure you read my post about being heartbroken; but if you didn't, it's here. I just love puppies so much and want to take them all home with me!

4. Coral and Navy. I'm obsessed with this color combo. In fact, I'm like 97% sure that's going to be the new color theme of my room when I move.

5. Gold accessories. I need these pillows now. Right now. If anyone knows where to get them, holla at ya girl.

6. Anything with peach in it. So embarrassing fact about myself: I ate my first peach about a month ago. I don't know where they've been all my life! Now I try to eat anything and everything with peach in it. I can't get enough.

7. Bar Carts. Conversation between Graham and I there other day: 
-M: Omg look at this cute bar cart.. I want one so bad!
-G: What the hell is that? Like a table you put drinks on? Put your liquor bottles in the cabinet. What're you gonna do with that? Wheel it around the living room and offer me drinks all night? No. 
-M: But it's cute!
-G: It's stupid.

8. A segway/vacuum. Why doesn't this exist yet?

1. Maxi Skirts. So cute on other girls, so bad on me. So unflattering. I had a dream not too long ago that I was wearing the cutest one, so the next day I woke up and went shopping. And came home with nothing because I look stupid in all of them. I want to be like all the other bloggy girls and use a maxi skirt as an excuse not to shave my legs!!!!

2. Avocados. I despise these things. Everyone else seems to love them, but I think they taste like baby food. Flavorless and too creamy. I do love me some good guac though. Weird.

3. This damn heat. Yall, while Texas is so awesome in so many ways, this heat is about to kill me. I'm dreading August.

4. Being patient. It's hard.

Yeah, not much else to loathe. Other than being bored, I'm really happy. Life is about to get back to normal--and by that, I mean all of my friends are finally coming home from their Eurotrips. PTL.

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Meet le boyfriend

Today ladies and gentleman (do guys even read this blog?), I'm going to introduce yall to the apple of my eye, Graham.

Yall have probably read about him and seen lots of pictures, but I haven't gone into too much detail about our relationship. So what better time than now to tell you how we met....

So every year, the second UT football season tickets go on sale, I gather up a group and we get tickets together. I've been in big groups, I've been in small groups, and this year, we decided to keep it stress free and make it an all girls group.

Come early September, the first game rolled around and we tailgated hard. I mean come on, it was my last first game ever. Go big or go home, ya know?

Just hours before meeting my love for the first time ever. Craayyy.

Anywho, us being girls and having our natural tendencies on top of the drunkenness, we showed up about 20 minutes late. There were boys in our seats. Um hello, that's what getting season tickets are for. To have a permanent seat. So I get pissed. When I politely tell the boys they're in our seats.. their reply was "Umm yall are girls. Yall don't know anything about football anyways, so it doesn't really matter if we're in your seats." Uhh no. I went off. I want to be very clear I am NOT a confrontational person, but how dare this guy be an ass to me? Also, I had a little liquid courage to help a sista out, so I'm sure that helped. He moved :)

A few minutes later, one of the boys (Graham) in the group apologized for his friend's behavior. How sweet. Turns out their group was seated right next to us for the rest of the season. Awesome. Couldn't wait to sit next to the asshole for the next 3 months. But, Graham and I spent the rest of the game chatting and flirting in a "make fun of each other" way--6th grade style. So cute.

I literally couldn't wait until the second game to see him. 

But of course he was too hungover to come to the next game, and I found myself getting sad over it! Ha! But he was there the next week. I totally thought he was into this other girl, so I played it cool and didn't talk to him for most of the game. Cause ya know, I totally didn't care. But around halftime, he came around and pestered me for the rest of the game. In the 4th quarter, I casually mentioned my friends and I were going downtown after the game, and he and his friends should come. He FINALLLLY asked for my number and said he'd text me when he got down there. 11pm rolled around and still no word. I figured he was just trying to appease me by getting my number. But whaddaya know.. at almost 2, I get a text saying "Megan?"

We finally had a means of communication!! *I'm starting to sound like an obsessed psycho. Promise I'm not. I played it cool in real life, no worries.*

Anyways, we texted for like a month (without hanging out. It drove me crazy) and finally planned to meet up downtown on Halloween. We kept trying to meet up, but holidays on 6th Street are a little nuts, so we kept missing each other. I was at one bar, complaining loudly to my friend about how hard Graham was to find. Some boys nearby overheard and said they too were annoyed with a Graham. Turns out it was the same Graham! Ha! What a small world. So we stayed there and hung out with his best friends all night while he was off doing his own thing. So so weird. We FINALLY met up when the bars closed and his friends gave us a ride home. My best friend was totally macking on his best friend, and Graham wouldn't even hold my hand. He did, however, insist on feeding me Doritos, which I guess was a nice gesture?

The next day, he felt bad about not being able to meet up with me, so we set a date to hang out on Halloween night. It turned out being a really fun night and he invited me to his hockey game a few nights later. Naturally, I drug my best friend with me and so did he. The two of them hit it off and are now currently dating (hey Kaitlynn and Garrett!). We wound up hanging out all night long and finalllllllly finally finally had our first kiss. And it's been smooth sailing ever since.

Except when I wanted to have the relationship talk and he pretty much just told me I was his girlfriend. No talk. Just telling me that. And here we are now :)

This has been the best 8 months of my life. We've definitely had our ups and downs, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. He makes me a better person and we have SO much fun with everything we do. He can be the biggest sweetheart and the biggest goober. My heart is so full and happy when I'm with him. Graham, you are the love of my life. No one will ever make me feel the way you do!

And just for fun, here's a little survey comparing our answers:

1. How long have you been together?
G: 7.5 Months
M: Well technically our anniversary is December 1st. But we've been together since Halloween. 7-8 months

2. Where was your first date?
G: Hockey Rink
M: That was not a date. Our first real life date was to Kona Grill that day you worked from home. 

3. Where was your first kiss?
G: Matt's Bed
M: Yep.

4. Who first said, "I love you?"
G: I thought first but Megan said it
M: He might as well had said it first.

5. Who is her celebrity crush?
G: Aaron Carter
M: Ew. I don't think I have a celebrity crush.

6. If she was ordering drinks for both of you, what would you each get?
G: 2 XX
M: Yep. We love our Dos Equis.

7. What's the best meal she has ever cooked you?
G: Delicious Chicken, I don't remember what Kind
M: He loved this cajun chicken pasta. I'm surprised that wasn't mentioned.

8. What is the worst meal she has ever cooked you?
G: Some sort of Dorrito Chicken. Don't get me started.
M: Oh my god, that Dorito chicken was awful.

9. What would she say is your most annoying habit?
M: Yes! He does this popping noise with his mouth as close to my face as possible. It scares the shit out of me and 100% of the time, spit gets all over my face. I also hate when he gets onto me about stuff.. like putting too much dog food in the dog bowl......

10. What is the last thing she does before she goes to bed?
G: Puts a pillow over her head because the TV is ALWAYS too loud
M: Haha yes... but I also have to put on my chapstick and take a huge drink of water.

11. What would you say is your favorite thing about her?
G: Everything, except the retard face.
M: Good answer baby. You hate my dumb face. 

12. What's her go to drink at a fast food place?

G: Coke. Never Pepsi.
M: Obviously.

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

My Heart Is Broken

What a weekend.

I went home to Houston to spend Father's Day with my stepdad. What was supposed to be a relaxing, fun weekend turned into a super emotional, stressful weekend.

Saturday morning I woke up bright and early to get get my oil changed and to get a car wash. When I went in to pay for my car wash, I saw a sign that said "FREE PUPPY! 6 months old, potty trained, and super sweet". Obviously I had to meet this puppy. I've been in the market for a dog for several months now. I am in love with my dogs at home and Graham's dog, Higgins, so I thought a new puppy would be great for me. The girl behind the desk at the carwash said they had recently found her wandering around in the area and wanted to give her a good home. After playing with her for a little bit, I went home to think about it.

My mom kept telling me this isn't really an appropriate time in my life to get a puppy since I live in an apartment and am about to start working full-time. It's just not fair to add an energetic puppy into my soon to be stressful life.

I wouldn't have any of it. I was so smitten with this dog that I didn't really care what my parents had to say. I texted my roommate (who is in Europe, so I couldn't really talk to her much) asking what she thought. She wasn't super keen on the idea, but was supportive with whatever decision I made. So I went to get the pup ASAP.

I picked her up and brought her home. She seemed so happy and go lucky. Even pooped in the yard twice. She was so fun and full of energy. I hoped I had made the right choice. That night, we went to dinner and left her inside with our other dogs. She was super well behaved the whole time we were gone. No accidents, no chewed up pillows, nothing. I took her upstairs to go to bed with me and she was awesome. No crying, no getting into stuff. She slept peacefully on the floor like a grown dog.

Sunday morning, I was playing with her more when I noticed her claws had recently been trimmed. Hmm.. weird. So she wasn't a stray. That morning, I also picked up on the fact that she knew several tricks and words. And she was potty trained. This dog belonged to someone's family. If I lost my dog, I would be devastated. I would be even more devastated if someone else took her home and made her their dog without even trying to find the original owners. So I put an ad on Craigslist in the Lost & Found section, posted on the Houston Lost Dogs Facebook page, and searched like 10 different neighborhoods within a 2 miles radius of the car wash, hoping her family had put up lost dog signs.

No luck.

I also realized on Sunday that I couldn't keep her. I should've listened to my mom. She's an energetic puppy that needs a yard to play on. My apartment complex barely has a grassy area. I'm about to start working and I would feel awful leaving her in a crate all day while I'm working. She needs attention and I couldn't give her all of mine. I made it my mission to find this girl's family.

I searched again on Monday. The girl at the car wash said she'd take her back if I couldn't keep her. I had to bring her back.

I cried my eyes out in front of the front desk crew and all the patrons at the car wash. I hated to give her up. I hate the fact that I promised her a new home and I took it back. I am a shitty person for not thinking it through. It breaks my heart to think I can't give her the home she deserves. I just hope her family starts searching and finds her. I want to be the best dog mommy in the world, but right now is not my time.

My heart is broken for this sweet puppy.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Insta Lately

Feast your eyes, folks. Life lately via Instagram:

Lover boy and I at the Randy Rogers & Wade Bowen "Hold My Beer and Watch This" show. So good! However, Cheatham St. Warehouse surrrrriously needs to invest in some AC cause I justabout sweated to death.

One of my high school best friends came into town and we went to Home Slice pizza. The best pizza everrrrr. For realz.

Tryin to eat healthy and stuff. Yeah, I'm one of those people. Sue me. Marry me (Arrested Development, anyone!?)

Spotted: Billy Ray Cyrus at a California Pizza Kitchen. 
*awkward moment right after: I showed my friend the picture I took and the lady in the pink looked over and saw that she was in the picture and gave me the stink eye for the rest of the meal.

New monogrammed iPad case from MonogramCase on Etsy! Check em out!

Drinking wine alone makes you take embarrassing selfies. Graham found this and email-shamed me with it. Which reminds me.... I need a wine refill right about now.

Taking our boy to the dog park has become one of my favorite things. He's so timid about the water at first, but warms up quickly. Literally and figuratively. Black fur most be the hottest thing ever.

In honor of Memorial Day. Not to worry friends, her brother is in the army and she's about as patriotic as they come. She just says funny stuff after a few beers. But then again, who doesn't?

Steaks on the grill. Yum.

I need to preface this photo by stating that that I have always had a serious obsession with the Home Alone movies. My parents are in the process of moving and my mom keeps discovering little gems from my childhood and this past time I went home, she had this creepy Kevin doll waiting on my bed. I loved that thing, but seeing it kind of scared the shit out of me.

Turnpike Troubadours concert.

I'll end this post with this:

Mini Megan looks like she's pooping in the yard. You're welcome.

Monday, June 10, 2013

I had the manliest weekend ever.

Hiiiiiiii, hope you're all recovering well from your weekend. I'm not, because I was up at the ass crack of dawn this morning (aka 7am) and didn't get to sleep away my Monday sorrows like normal. I am not going to survive in the real world. Like, I didn't even really realize people could function this early, besides my dear grandmother of course. She's absolutely nuts and wakes up on her own at 5am every single day. Nuts, I tell ya.

Mondays have become kind of a bummer for me. I get so bored during the week because all of my best friends are galavanting all over Europe and ze boyfriend works all day. It sucks. So weekends are my treasured times because I get to have human interaction for almost 72 hours! Weeeee!

This weekend definitely takes the cake as a boys weekend + Megan.

Except Thursday night. I threw a pity party Thursday night and here's why:

My stupid AC leaked a giant puddle FROM WITHIN THE WALL all over the floor. And I didn't know how to fix it. And the water wouldn't stop coming. It was a disaster and kind of put me in a pissy mood.

And then my friends told me they were going to be an hour late. An hour!?! My biggest pet peeve in life is when we have plans to be somewhere at a certain time and that time gets changed. Be on time people! It wouldn't have been such a big deal if I didn't need to get back home early. 

So to kill time waiting for them, I thought I'd catch up on some of my shows. My internet had other plans.

Needless to say, I survived the pity party. I am overly emotional this week and it pretty much needed to stop yesterday. 

Anwaaaaayz, Friday during the day, my best guy friend, Adam and his friend Grahm (not to be confused with my Graham) came into town, so we floated the river. I realize floating the river is a big deal in Texas and kind of weird other places. The thing about having a really close guy friend is that they refuse to censor themselves around you. It's like you're one of them. So this 3 hour float consisted a lot of talk about farts, balls, and the cute girls around us. While I couldn't necessarily contribute to the conversation, I got a lot of laughs.

Typical Adam conversation with me. Told you I'm one of the guys...:

After the float, I met up with my Graham and his best friend Garrett (aka my BFF Kait's boyfriend--stay with me here) to watch the USA vs. Jamaica game. I need Kait to get back from Europe ASAP. I couldn't handle watching it alone. I took that game as an opportunity to catch up on my reading.

Saturday was a lazy day for G and I. Watched some movies and got some pup snuggles. Then that evening, we took the dog to the dog park, played video games, and drank a few brews. Side note: video games are going to give me an effing aneurysm. I get entirely too worked up over them. I also somehow develop Tourette's while playing, so that's neat.

And just when I thought Saturday was a lazy day, Sunday rolled around. We watched documentaries all day and pigged out on fast food. The second I got home Sunday night, I made a delicious salad and watched the Kardashians because I was in dire need of something girly. 

Seriously. Manliest weekend ever. I did so many boy things! I didn't put on makeup once, ate whatever I wanted, and laughed over gross boy things. I secretly loved it. 

Sami's Shenanigans

Friday, June 7, 2013

Friday's Letters

Dear Graham, I love you like crazy. Thanks for curing my boredom while all of my best friends are in Europe and I'm stuck at home alone everyday. 

Dear Mom, I'm really happy you guys are retiring and building your dream home in Nashville, but please don't leave me :( I'm not ready for you to be that far away from me.

Dear Texas heat, stop it. Go away. No one likes you.

Dear Anna, sorry I've been slacking in the friend department. I miss you. And I love you bunches.

Dear Kaitlynn & Garrett, get the hell back from Europe. I hate you guys. Jk, I'm just jealous. But for reals, get home. Miss ya.

Dear The Bachelorette, why do you suck this season? I'm unimpressed, and frankly.. bored.

Dear apartment complex, it's been a fun 2 years, but I am beyond ready to part ways. From your sink explosions, to the human shit in the hallway, I can't say I won't miss the filth. I will miss the memories we made here, but it's time to move on to bigger and better things... with wayyyy fewer roommates.


Thursday, June 6, 2013

Strugglin' + Randomness

I'm all aboard the struggle bus this morning.

And I'm not hungover, so the reason I'm feeling this way is just sad.

I got less than 8 hours of sleep last night and my body/brain is feeling it this morning. When did I turn 80? I need a walker.

In other news, the Chick Fil A by my apartment opened today and I almost drove into oncoming traffic when I noticed. It's the little things, people. But seriously, this is like the Buckingham Palace of Chick Fil A's. There's like a super nice outdoor seating area, a walk up window, two drive through lanes with a little ordering house in between and everything! FANNNNNCY. I'm so happy, it's a little ridiculous. I should not get this worked up over a fast food place. Chicken Fil A is by far my fave fast food ever, but the closest one is a solid 20 minutes from me, so this opening is a big deal.

Naturally, I'm moving in 2 months and won't get to experience it's awesomeness forever.

Also, last night Graham and I watched that zombie movie Warm Bodies. Super weird, but super heartwarming too. I can't believe I liked it. You just want the zombies and humans to live happily ever after forever.

I got sucked into yet another $100 Target trip yesterday. All I wanted was to return a skirt I got, and somehow I walked out with a shirt and a dress, some BB cream (which btw, does it work?), and other necessities like trail mix and razor blades. That damn bullseye hypnotizes me and makes me buy everything.

Hmm.. what else? I guess that's all I got for the day. This officially concludes the most random post ever.

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

Feeling Nostalgic

I've been inspired by Taylor at The Daily Tay. Yesterday she did a post on a typical summer day from her childhood and I only took away one thing from it: my memory of 3D Doritos.

Sorry Taylor! It was a great post, but I couldn't think about anything else after seeing an old picture of those puppies.

I seriously thought about those chips all day. I'm clearly PMS-ing or something, but I can't get junk food off my mind. But that's a different story for a different day.

They were the best chips ever and I forgot all about them until yesterday and I need Frito Lay to bring them back right meow.

Naturally, this nostalgia got me thinking about other things from my childhood that I miss. 

Like these Adidas shoes.

Every summer growing up I went to an all girls summer camp for weeks on end. There, I rode horses, built campfires, learned synchronized swimming, and tons of other crap. However, the best thing about summer camp was that I bunked(?) with tons of super rich girls who knew about all of the cool trends before they hit my elementary school. Soooo.. when I arrived at camp and a lot of the girls had these shoes, I KNEW they would be my first purchase during back to school clothes shopping. See, camp was where I learned about Avril Lavigne, popped collars, and Abercrombie plaid skirts wayyyyy before they were cool at my school. Yeah. Badass, I know. 

Thanks to them, I was incredibly stylish:

*Not actually me

Moving on from how cool I was thanks to camp, I now realize I spent too many hours with my face in front of the following:

I also went through a really inappropriate rap phase towards the end of elementary school. I knew every word to every Nelly song. Owned every Outkast, Ludacris, and Eminem CD and rapped along with them every chance I could. I obviously didn't know what half of the lyrics meant.. In fact, I was listening to Country Grammer the other day and was appalled by the lyrics. Why did my mom let me listen to these songs?!?! I did, however, listen to tons of Britney and NSync (but never BSB, sick), so not all is lost.

I'd have to say the early 00's were my glory days. All I cared about was being the fastest at my multiplication tables and making sure the glitter on my eyelids looked perfect. I got to drink as much soda as I wanted and could talk to whoever I wanted on the phone. I was livin' the lifffffe. 

And as a special treat... I wanted to include this tidbit from my 4th grade journal:

You're welcome.

Monday, June 3, 2013

Weekend Roundup

Oh hey frands.

It's Monday. Blegh. Well actually.. today feels like any other day. That's what summer is all about.. not really knowing/caring what day of the week it is.

I did not want to wake up this morning. I took an allergy pill before I went to bed last night and it knocked me the crap out. I seriously felt like I was on drugs. So then... I decided to make myself a cup of coffee and now I'm bouncing off the walls. I just can't win.

Also, this song just came on my Spotify radio. I don't hate it. This song came out when I was in the 4th grade and I thought it was the greatest thing to enter my life since the Sanrio store. Why a 4th grader was allowed to listen to this song is beyond me... My parents really gave me a lot of freedom.

Anywho, this weekend was awesome.

Friday night, Graham took me to see his favorite band, the Japandroids. Not really my kind of music, but it was fun. I felt like an emo teenager the whole time. Graham was like a kid in a candy store.. he had this shit eating grin on his face the entire time and it was adorable. I love seeing people in their elements.

Saturday, we headed to San Antonio to see George Strait! We mayyyy have left a little too early (I guess arriving in SA at 3 and the concert starting at 6 was smooth on our part). Oh well. It gave us time to sweat to death and have a $20 margarita on the Riverwalk. The Riverwalk cracks me up.. it's like the most touristy spot in Texas. We ate at some dump called the Republic of Texas, mainly for the 0 minute wait time, and it was ridiculous. It was so stereotypical Texas.. all of the waiters wore cowboy hats and talked like idiot rednecks.

Speaking of the Riverwalk... it's no secret I'm in love with my Tervis Tumbler , so when I saw a Tervis store, I had to go in. Inside, they were advertising a bacon scented Yankee candle. It was the worst thing of my life. Don't smell it, no matter how tempting. Delicious bacon should never be a candle. Ever.

Anywho, Martina McBride and Miranda Lambert opened, which was very exciting because I'm in love with Miranda Lambert. She sang all of my favorite songs, then invited me on stage to be her best friend. Kidding. But she was incredible. Go see her as soon as you can.

Then King George came on. He was so so so good. I couldn't believe how many band members were on stage with him.. but I guess after 30 years of performing, you can afford to hire however many people you want. At the end, he sang this super sad song to his fans about how, even though his touring career was over, he will never ever forget how the fans made him feel. I almost cried, but I had already gotten all of my tears out over spending close to $50 on stadium food/beer. Those delicious hot dogs get me every time.

Sorry for the awesome picture quality.

I'm sure you guys have gathered by now that I live in Austin, meaning we had to somehow get back there after the show. I'm not really sure who created the infrastructure that is the great and wonderful San Antonio, TX, but they really suck. So do the police. They shut down every possible road to get us home. The concert ended at 11ish and we didn't get home until almost 2am. It was ridiculous.

Sunday was spent relaxing by the pool, catching up with my bestie Anna, and watching puppies play soccer.

I'm a happy, happy girl.

Sami's Shenanigans
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