tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13173680463701502172024-03-19T14:09:10.628-07:00Stuck in the Hollywood BubbleMegoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-19129765496853133032010-11-08T18:57:00.000-08:002010-11-08T18:57:39.105-08:00Coming to an endSo it looks as though this blog may be coming to an end. When I first started it I felt trapped and unsure of myself in LA. And while I'm still not sure of my place in this town, I've definitely become more sure of who I am as a person....and no Hollywood bubble can affect that anymore.<br />
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And the other issue is that I'm leaving the Hollywood bubble and headed to Santa Monica permanently in just a short few weeks. While it's been a great experience, I won't miss it at all. It's not my scene. I may be a city girl but in no way am I a Hollywood girl.<br />
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So it's off to the beach and ocean in SM. Who knows how long I'll be there, but I know it will be better than the bubble.Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-16994208345454831222010-10-01T12:48:00.000-07:002010-10-01T12:50:14.948-07:00Time to get seriousIt's time for me to get serious about something. Blogs are meant to vent and give a personal point of view, like my football post. But after this week's tragedy of events because of bullying and hatred I'm taking a strong position on the recent suicides by gay youth.<br />
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As a girl who grew up in one of the most liberal cities in the world and brought up by parents who raised me to respect every human being for who they are as an individual and not what others deem them to be, I'm absolutely heartbroken that a Rutgers student would kill himself after being outed! Haven't we learned anything as a society since Matthew Shepard? Have we not learned anything as a society of the effect peer bullying has? How many more tragedies need to happen for us to get a clue and do something about it?!<br />
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Hatred is nothing but ignorance. And I'm sick and tired of being from a place where ignorance seems to lead the way of American society!<br />
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I was bullied as a kid. I went home crying every single day in 7th grade and it has effected my self-esteem even to this day. I can't even imagine the type of bullying that goes on today and to gay youth. It's time for school boards, principals, and teachers to STOP looking the other way and just saying it's part of growing up...it's not! <br />
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Taking a cue from SU2C...it's time to STAND UP to violence! STAND UP to ignorance! STAND UP to hatred! <br />
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As I'm standing in the Express checkout line and waiting for the slowest woman to pay and grab her groceries (of course not understanding the whole concept of an "Express Lane"), the guy loading his stuff on the conveyor belt behind me says out of nowhere, <i>"The Giants lost this week didn't they?"</i><br />
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I kindly responded, <i>"This is a 49ers jersey and they're playing tonight."</i> Here's how the rest of the conversation played out...<br />
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<i>"Oh so they lost."<br />
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"No, it's only the end of the first quarter. Sadly we're down 9-0."<br />
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"Oh, I thought they only played football on Sundays and Mondays, not the middle of the week."<br />
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"Well, today is Monday and they're playing Monday Night Football."<br />
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"Do they play football on Fridays or Saturdays?"<br />
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"No, not usually. Sometimes they play on Thursdays, but usually only Sundays and Monday night."<br />
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"So the 49ers are 0-2 already, huh?"<br />
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"No they're 0-1. This is the second game of the season. They won their three preseason games."<br />
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"It's only their second game? I thought it was at least the third week."<br />
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"Well this is the last game of second week play. The games this Sunday will count as the third week of play."<br />
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"And who's playing tonight?"<br />
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"The Niners and Saints"<br />
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"Ok. I just got hired to do a production on the football league and don't know anything about it at all."<br />
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"Well that's not good. You should start following ESPN."<br />
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"Yeah. Well</i><i> thanks</i><i>, you just saved me 15 minutes of searching on the Internet tonight when I get home."</i><br />
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OH MY GOD!!<br />
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How is it that I know more about football than a guy? Come on! And there is no way this was a flirtation attempt because no man would actually play dumb about football. I literally could not be more dumbfounded than I was last night. Also how does someone get hired to do a film production about a sport they have no clue about? Only in Hollywood I tell you...only in Hollywood.<br />
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<i>Originally written November 24, 2008 </i><br />
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I really think dating must have been so much easier about 15 years ago. Why? Because technology hadn't invented contraptions for us to act like idiots when we've been drinking. The drunk dial was my worst enemy back in college. And having a boyfriend at Brown when I was in Boston, the late night drunken calls were frequent and the fights ensued. Sure drinking allows us to rid ourselves of our inhibitions and say what we really want to say, but sometimes that's not a good thing. Actually most brilliant ideas when we're drinking are more often than not a horrible idea sober.<br />
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But now it's gotten even worse with the birth of Blackberrys and iPhones. Texting is usually the first thing we go for and it's the worst because when we wake up sober we can reread how stupid we've been. The best ones are when you, yourself can't even understand what was written because the drunken fingers have slipped to the wrong keys. I can't even text on an iPhone sober...how the hell are you supposed to manage after a few drinks?<br />
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But besides texting we not only also have access to email, but we can Facebook and MySpace from our phones.<br />
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DANGER! DANGER!<br />
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Can we even cover the amount of humiliation that comes from a drunk Facebook or MySpace post? Not only do you get to reread your foolishness, but so do his 300 friends!! I've done this before and God help me I don't know how many people read it before I got on there the next day and deleted it from his wall.<br />
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Instead of making new applications to communicate with people, someone should develop a Drunk Text Prevention application. There should be an option within your address book to group someone into the Drunk Text Prevention category. Then after a certain hour no calls, texts or any sort of communication are allowed with that contact. Genius, right?!<br />
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Unfortunately that does not solve drunk texting when day drinking. Oh the joys of day drinking. That's when you need your friends to strip you of your phone and put you back to the Stone Age without any communication. And why is it that afterwards we're all yelling at ourselves that we should have known better. Because we all know that when we're doing it we <i>really</i> shouldn't be.<br />
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If you are asking your friends if you should text him, you shouldn't be texting him. If you're trying to reword the text so it doesn't make you sound desperate, you shouldn't be texting him. If he hasn't texted you, you shouldn't be texting him.<br />
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This past weekend I've been to more birthday parties than I can remember. And of course alcohol was involved in all. Even the day birthday shenanigans at La Cienega Park. The day drinking impaired my judgment to make me think "Oh he really does want to talk to me so I should go ahead and text him." No he doesn't! So when I awoke from my daytime drinking nap I discovered the text and what else...obviously no text in reply from him.<br />
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First off the text was maybe two lines...that I spent 5 minutes trying to "word correctly." I knew I shouldn't be texting him, but the little beer devil on my shoulder told me otherwise. After consultation with my much wiser friend this morning I came to this conclusion...permanently delete his phone number.<br />
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So the phone number is gone but the shame remains.Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-52875872637520350612010-09-15T19:05:00.000-07:002010-09-15T19:31:36.195-07:00Grab the bull by its horns<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Have you ever had that moment where you realize everything you want to do you can do, if you just step up to bat and take a swing? Well I finally had that moment. Ever since the beginning of the year I've been wanting to start my own business - doing freelance work in publicity, social media and events. I spent the better part of early 2010 debating what to call this company. My mom and I were looking into legally obtaining names, setting up a website, business cards, etc. But then it just fell off. Not sure if I got too busy with my event season coming up or just lazy…maybe both.<br />
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Well, about a month ago I was talking with my mom and told her that I really did want to create the business. I had just been offered the <a href="http://www.slamdance.com/">Slamdance</a> publicity gig again and felt it was time to "step up to bat." I decided to simply go with my own name, but a personal name that only family refers to me by…Megan Ashley. And that was that. First base done and now rounding second.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0FspFeFjBY1IFmteVX-zwYAzLQXk06czaRpebDvF7MUrmsHqDa7JqCMdVcGayVd21ycS9EJBmr9uUY-Osb6L01LK4nWD6bRfooJc6dZwK6RFtwK4lpnCmda1FHyAhU1S7JuZ8KACO4HwH/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-14+at+9.00.00+PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0FspFeFjBY1IFmteVX-zwYAzLQXk06czaRpebDvF7MUrmsHqDa7JqCMdVcGayVd21ycS9EJBmr9uUY-Osb6L01LK4nWD6bRfooJc6dZwK6RFtwK4lpnCmda1FHyAhU1S7JuZ8KACO4HwH/s1600/Screen+shot+2010-09-14+at+9.00.00+PM.png" /></a>Within two weeks I purchased the domain, built a website and established <a href="http://www.meganashleypr.com/">Megan Ashley PR,</a> for which I'm very proud of. But all it took was me just grabbing the bull by its horns and going for it. And within the past couple weeks I've managed to pick up two additional clients…well yes, they are friend clients but their business and my work is legit.<br />
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I don't understand why I keep doubting myself because throughout my entire life if I've put my mind to something, not only have I accomplished it but I have far exceeded my expectations. Whether it be sports, school, or my career, I've never faltered. I just had to put my mind and heart in it. So here's to a great future for Megan Ashley PR!Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-27033870206172310432010-08-26T22:51:00.000-07:002010-08-26T22:57:53.923-07:00Denmark in Cali? What?!This past weekend I went camping for my birthday with my friends Robert and Shauna up in Santa Barbara County. On our way to our second choice campsite (a separate, long story) we drove through this little town on the CA-246 - <a href="http://www.solvangusa.com/">Solvang, CA</a>. Being a Northern California girl and spending a lot of time in Sonoma and Napa counties, I'm used to driving through adorable little towns in wine country, like St. Helena, CA. <br />
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But Solvang has a little twist...it literally looks and feels like you're in Denmark! Every building is cute, cookie-cutter Danish houses, full of adorable side streets with old fashioned street signs, windmills every way you look and even the restaurants' waitresses dress the part. <br />
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Now besides the fact we were a bit hungover from the night before, we still did manage to enjoy the quaintness of the little town...after an amazing breakfast at <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Paulas-Pancake-House/116409058387332">Paula's Pancake House</a>.<br />
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If you're ever in the area stop by this cute little town. According to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Solvang,_California">Wikipedia</a>, every third weekend in September they throw a big <a href="http://www.solvangusa.com/explore-solvang/what-to-do/danish-days/">festival</a>. And next year will mark the 100th anniversary of the town's founding. Robert, Shauna and I are in for that!<br />
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But looking back it seems to have been a blessing. Because my family is still by side just as much today as they were August 19th. My best friends home in San Francisco, they're still there the same way they were a year ago. And the people who do matter are still by my side, just holding up that support system with a few less pairs of hands.<br />
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It's getting clearer every year why when we're 20 we have so many great/best friends. So many that you have a different group of friends to do something with for every night of the week or more. But when you get closer to 30 you look at the people you've surrounded yourself with and it's a much smaller number. The people who you'd throw a punch for in a bar even if you've never raised a fist your entire life. The people who you don't have to say anything to for them to understand. The people you can sit in a room with in complete silence and conversation isn't necessary because you already get each other.<br />
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I'm so grateful for the people I have in my life on August 19, 2010 because they, in essence, complete me.<br />
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Love to that "family"...you know who you are.Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-22431638943328611782010-08-14T22:26:00.000-07:002010-08-14T22:33:55.877-07:00Hit the nail on the headI can sum up myself in three words...I'm a Leo. I'm not sure if it's the same for other astrological signs, say Libras or Scorpios. But I will tell you that everything about being a Leo describes me to a tee! <br />
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My former coworker <a href="http://www.twitter.com/djstarchild">Tiah</a> really got me into horoscopes and believing that the sun and moon and their orbits truly affect our everyday lives. I never read my horoscope to predict how my week or month is going to be. I always refer to it after a specific day or week has passed to see if anything makes sense. It <i>always</i> makes sense! <br />
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So after some recent happenings, I went to my trusty horoscope website and looked up yesterday. Here's what I got:<br />
<blockquote><i>Fri Aug 13: Talkathon<br />
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With the Moon in your third house of communication blending well with Mars and Venus, you are likely to engage in a talkathon tonight. Go ahead and get everything out on the table... this is your best chance to avoid sticky situations later in the month. Be honest about your hopes and fears if you want relationships to run smoothly. Are you superstitious? Read up on Friday 13! Lively colours are avocado green and banana yellow. Lucky numbers are 14 and 32.</i> </blockquote><br />
Umm...spot on! I'm still processing this.Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-5134985519762737912010-08-13T17:34:00.000-07:002010-08-14T01:30:30.957-07:00Home is where the heart isAnyone who has met me knows that I'm a proud, born and raised San Franciscan. Grew up in the city and could never think of any other place better in the world. I grew up sailing on the bay, went to high school in the old Flood Mansion in Pacific Heights, and loved biking through Crissy Field and the Marina Greens every weekend. <br />
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For the past six years since my mom moved the the suburbs, every time I would drive into the city I would get this excitement that would run through my entire body knowing that I was headed to "my city". Fogged in or on a clear day, it was like a kid going to Disneyland. <br />
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But yesterday when I drove into San Francisco, the first time since Christmas, no such feeling came over me. It was just an emptiness. It's such a depressing feeling to realize I've lost that. Now it just seems to be a city I used to live in. <br />
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But LA definitely doesn't feel like home either. They say "home is where the heart is"…well apparently my heart doesn't reside in San Francisco anymore. Not really sure where home is now.<br /><br />Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-81010791135933602762010-08-06T17:12:00.000-07:002010-08-14T01:31:18.403-07:00It took a Canadian for me to see LALast week I had a very special guest come to LA for a week’s visit. Planning ahead of time, I took two days off work to spend with him and show him part of LA as he’s never been here before. What’s amazing is that most of what we saw in LA was the first time for me, too.<br />
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Set on the top of a hill in Hollywood, <a href="http://www.yamashirorestaurant.com/">Yamashiro</a> not only has great food but an amazing view. A table for two overlooking LA as the sun went down…well you can’t beat that. It’s only a 5 minute drive from my apartment and I had never been there…shame on me. Then again I haven't had anyone to have a romantic dinner with in a while.<br />
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<span style="font-weight:bold;">The Getty Villa</span><br />
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I had been to the Getty Center before, which I loved, but had always wanted to visit the <a href="http://www.getty.edu/visit/">Getty Villa</a> in Malibu to see the architecture – which is absolutely beautiful! While some may go for the art the Villa houses, I strictly went for the columns, alcoves, gardens and views. A secret love affair with ancient Rome and Greece all my life, this place was perfect! The only thing I was disappointed with is that I thought we'd be able to tour the home itself. Not the case. I was only able to admire from afar.<br />
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<span style="font-weight:bold;">Griffith Observatory (at night)</span><br />
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You know how some people never cross east or west of the 405? Well I seem to never cross east of Vine, where lies Los Feliz, Silverlake and the famous <a href="http://www.griffithobs.org/">Griffith Observatory</a>. Nothing against it, I just always feel my life pulls me west. But I was excited to see it finally. You literally can see from Pasadena, to downtown, and all the way to Century City. It's quite incredible. I also was a total nerd heading up there a night because it still reminds me of "The Rocketeer". Chad made fun of me but come on…one of the best movies ever! :) I definitely need to go back during the day, see more of the views and go on a hike.<br />
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<span style="font-weight:bold;">LA Galaxy Game</span><br />
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Chad is from Canada which means he loves hockey. But apparently they love soccer…I mean football…up there, too. So on Sunday we took the 1 hour trip down to the <a href="http://www.homedepotcenter.com/">Home Depot Center</a> in Carson to see the <a href="http://www.lagalaxy.com/">LA Galaxy</a> play Chicago...which sadly they lost. I love soccer, played it as a kid, and used to go to the USA Women’s National Team games at Stanford all the time. But I know why even Beckham couldn’t improve the attendance…it’s too damn far from the hub of Los Angeles. If they moved the team up closer to downtown, I, and I'm sure many others, would definitely go to more games. But if you are going to make me sit in horrendous LA traffic and you can’t offer tailgating…well then I’m not signing up.<br />
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The end result...I guess I need to give this city a little more credit. There are some hidden gems all around. I just haven't found most of them yet, or I just didn't have the right person to share them with.<br /><br />Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-82510693186326818672010-07-28T17:26:00.000-07:002010-08-14T01:32:05.881-07:00A not-so-hidden gemI've lived in Los Angeles for more than six years now, but I'm still finding a lot of cool new things to do in LA that I never knew about. For instance my new Thursday night ritual for the summer is to head down to the Santa Monica Pier with friends, sit on the beach and listen to the <a href="http://www.santamonicapier.org/twilight/">Summer Twilight Concerts</a>. <br />
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<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iQ4tP-BhSI8ur1V7WXbSMPICXH9i5_a0qRuxVSqhEyFf5CXY6n4PE6GM1-5mq_-GKm_xPeequKoxMlWmXraoXvIhDmzu16c-c-Y_TE5X-Mx6G68qef7FNeK3WnipSxhDziubTDnb_sp9/s1600/pier+concert.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iQ4tP-BhSI8ur1V7WXbSMPICXH9i5_a0qRuxVSqhEyFf5CXY6n4PE6GM1-5mq_-GKm_xPeequKoxMlWmXraoXvIhDmzu16c-c-Y_TE5X-Mx6G68qef7FNeK3WnipSxhDziubTDnb_sp9/s320/pier+concert.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499121445441325154" /></a>This nine-week concert series has a new theme each week - everything from <a href="http://www.santamonicapier.org/twilight/australia-rocks-the-pier.html">Australian</a> artists, <a href="http://www.santamonicapier.org/twilight/kailash-khers-kailasa-indian-poprockbollywood.html">Bollywood</a>, <a href="http://www.santamonicapier.org/twilight/beatlesfest.html">Beatlesfest</a> and <a href="http://www.santamonicapier.org/twilight/dr-john-the-lower-911-new-orleans-icon.html">Mardi Gras</a>.<br />
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If you're going to actually watch the bands and really hear the music, you want to be right up on the pier. But for the rest of us, myself included, you walk down to the beach on the south side of the pier, lay out a blanket and pop a bottle of wine. It's amazing how many random friends you run into, or better yet, how many great new people you can meet. <br />
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This is a veteran gem of Santa Monica and the Westside, but for this girl it was an awesome find six years later and a fantastic way to spend a Thursday night!<br />
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<br /><br />Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-42821179136555460012010-07-13T12:24:00.000-07:002010-08-14T01:32:43.772-07:00Crossing the 405<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm67K_itA07a5JmBliDNsj_aBQ-N_k_Q7Jrkiv1ajnwAPBIkhJ4v_fMDVUiKz99oeKBDG1VOUeRs2ASeq_ir7UTNSfBLf2-37US65CFNzdzXgvMlz9JX2RK2eGtElw8GJ6Y_iAOXvuHs2r/s1600/405.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm67K_itA07a5JmBliDNsj_aBQ-N_k_Q7Jrkiv1ajnwAPBIkhJ4v_fMDVUiKz99oeKBDG1VOUeRs2ASeq_ir7UTNSfBLf2-37US65CFNzdzXgvMlz9JX2RK2eGtElw8GJ6Y_iAOXvuHs2r/s200/405.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493478677267562722" /></a>If you live in LA you more than likely live within your own bubble. If you live over the hill you're from the Valley, east of La Brea you live in Hollywood, then in West Hollywood there is a good mix of people and gives a "safe" feeling being in Boystown, but most people who live there never go past Beverly Hills area. If you have friends from the South Bay (i.e. Manhattan Beach, Hermosa Beach and Redondo Beach) there's a good chance you never see them unless you live or work down there. And then there's the Westsiders, one of which I used to be, and they never go east of the 405.<br />
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I completely understand that LA is ridiculously spread out, but as my mother would say "don't cut off your nose to spite your face!" I love the Westside, but love living in West Hollywood. If I never crossed the 405, either west or east, I think my life would be pretty dull. My friends on the Westside are completely different from my friends who live in West Hollywood...everything from attitude, to the way they dress, to the places they hang out. This is what makes me want to drive 30 minutes to see them because in the end it's SO worth it!<br />
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Last week at the first <a href="http://www.santamonicapier.org/twilight/">Summer Pier Concert</a> someone said that "no one from Hollywood ever comes to the Westside." My friend Tony immediately corrected them, pointed at me and said, "She does!" <br />
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I love that...and that's what keeps me crossing the 405!<br /><br />Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-30453024311170024622010-07-10T01:51:00.001-07:002010-08-14T01:33:16.315-07:00Wow...where the hell have I been?I have not written a post in over a year. Not really sure why I decided to come back to this now, but I think a lot of it has to do with what I've personally gone through in the past month, the current culture and economy, and the fact that I've kept my mouth shut long enough.<br />
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Megoon rants coming to a blog near you...<br />
<br /><br />Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-64133684375725068622009-04-23T10:27:00.000-07:002009-04-23T12:16:32.204-07:00SLS = No Thank You<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfMEEtXDmwByup770EN1HlSWyAE6i8N4JCDNuZE_AEKgAxkHZO5pDZGlWGhzDP_WsSyChyphenhyphengfXIwSEwsjozsw9oR_S6BIRxqoRGRLBVJ6c-7Feuq2lCkdiDe01JTISU-l2q0onF91pxw_-/s1600-h/sls-barcentro-0077.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfMEEtXDmwByup770EN1HlSWyAE6i8N4JCDNuZE_AEKgAxkHZO5pDZGlWGhzDP_WsSyChyphenhyphengfXIwSEwsjozsw9oR_S6BIRxqoRGRLBVJ6c-7Feuq2lCkdiDe01JTISU-l2q0onF91pxw_-/s400/sls-barcentro-0077.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327950711976247906" /></a>Last night I had the pleasure of having drinks with some of my girls who I haven't seen in ages...<a href="http://www.twitter.com/theoneinpink">@theoneinpink</a>, <a href="http://www.twitter.com/chrisitem">@christiem</a> & <a href="http://www.twitter.com/erikasays">@erikasays</a>. Miss Townsend got on my case for not keeping up with my blog so here I am. The girls were attending a female blogger shindig hosted at the new <a href="http://www.slshotels.com">SLS Hotel</a> on La Cienega in Beverly Hills. I've been wanting to check this place out for awhile so it was the perfect opportunity.<br /><br />I showed up at about 8pm and walked in to what I assumed would be the lobby of the hotel. Normally when you walk in to a hotel you see a check-in desk, right? The entire night I still never found it. You pretty much enter directly into the bar area, which they call The Bazaar, and then the dining room is to your left. I'm still wondering where the hell the check-in desk is and where are the elevators? Don't get me wrong this place has beautiful decor, but it's the other elements that make your experience.<br /><br />We tried to put our name in for a table for dinner...oh they don't take names. We just had to stick around and keep checking back in. WTF?! So we opted for a little couch, small talk and drinks. One glass of wine is $16!! After 2 drinks my tab came to $34 after tax.<br /><br />If you're looking for men in suits with money, super skinny girls who love the scene, and friendly bartenders (a plus) but bad waitor service, then SLS is the place for you. I still would like to see what recession we seem to be in when people shell out that kind of cash all the time.<br /><br />For this girl I would say "no thank you" to another night at SLS. But in the words of Miss California, "no offense to anyone out there."Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-62475334707907455662009-04-01T17:37:00.000-07:002009-04-01T20:12:41.116-07:00Don't blame the authorI've been a little stagnant on keeping up on this blogging, but besides using work as an excuse I had a yield sign thrown in my face about a month ago when a supposed good friend called me out for telling the world too much about my life, especially through my blog.<br /><br />Thinking about it I wondered if there was another way to approach this blog. Now that I work with cancer charities I thought about doing a non-profit angle, but I haven't been in it long enough to be an expert.<br /><br />Well then what about politics? I was almost a poly sci major and it is still something that I believe strongly in. But first of all why in God's name do we need another political blog out there? And I also wanted to avoid too many rebuttals from d00d. :)<br /><br />I'm not a fashion queen - fashion blog out.<br /><br />I'm a tomboy but guys do know more about sports than me - sports blog out.<br /><br />I definitely care about the environment but I don't make it my life - environment blog out.<br /><br />Perez is a blog god - celebrity blog out.<br /><br />The only thing I know that I can speak of intelligently and "all knowing" is my own life and my own experiences. I'm an average girl living in Hollywood who hates the club scene and prefers the dive bars. I was unemployed for 5 months and had the <a href="http://hollywoodbubble.blogspot.com/2008/11/insufficient-funds.html">Insufficient Funds</a> situation more than once. <a href="http://hollywoodbubble.blogspot.com/2008/11/drunk-text.html">The Drunk Text</a> has been an occurrence I've lately managed to avoid, but it does still happen. And the <a href="http://hollywoodbubble.blogspot.com/2009/02/dating-in-laoh-how-it-sucks.html">Dating in LA</a>...I had a bad run of luck for awhile and have dated a variety of guys. By why should this offend any of you? Well, it shouldn't! And if it does then you're taking it too seriously. It's your choice to read this...don't blame the author for the content.<br /><br />More average girl stuck in the bubble gossip coming to a computer screen near you soon ;)Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-81801200741347429132009-02-26T16:58:00.000-08:002009-02-26T17:13:26.468-08:00Dating in LA...oh how it sucksLA and the dating scene. Dear Lord where do I even begin with this post?<br /><br />In my 5 years in LA I’ve had only one relationship that I will count as a “serious” relationship and that was my college boyfriend that I moved out to Los Angeles with. Besides that I’ve dated a commercial real estate broker, a Marine, a bartender, a restaurant owner, another bartender and someone who was just too old for me (Mr. Daly still yells at me for it to this day). And none of these “relationships,” if that’s what you want to call them, seem to have had any significance. So to sum it up I’m going to say I’ve had ONE real relationship in LA and dated a lot of frogs.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/shr0332l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.cartoonstock.com/lowres/shr0332l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Here are my issues though:<br /><br />- I don’t think I’m hideous. I’m no model but I definitely think I can pull my weight against half the created plastic figures out there. And besides, I’m a size 4 but a white girl with a booty. I don’t want to date a guy who needs them a size 0.<br /><br />- I know there are good guys out there. Four of my best guy friends are dating four of my best girlfriends. These men have careers, are successful, attractive and are normal. Only thing – they all started dating BEFORE they moved to LA!<br /><br />- I’ve sworn off dating actors and bartenders – I’ve therefore reduced myself to probably less than 50% of Los Angeles. Actors are too good at lying and bartenders are too good at flirting. When you date the combination it’s even worse.<br /><br />- I will NEVER date a guy for his money!! Take out another 25% of the population.<br /><br />So as an average girl living in the Hollywood Bubble and wanting to find a good looking, tall (6 foot please), successful, non-actor, non-bartender, normal guy, where do you find them? Most of the guys I see out at bars are cheese balls. I then travel to SF, New York or Washington, DC and there are normal guys in every bar I walk into.<br /><br />What is it with LA? Why are the dating rules so different? Or better question, what am I doing wrong?<br /><br />Am I being too picky? Well, sorry, my standards aren’t going to change and I don’t think I should sell myself short.<br /><br />Do I move to a different city with REAL men? Sounds like a great idea except I just started a new job and the weather is just getting good.<br /><br />Do I join an online dating site where you can be extremely picky and weed them out? Hmm…Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-27529862306916646972009-02-20T09:57:00.000-08:002009-02-20T09:59:52.440-08:00Way overdueSo I know I'm way overdue for a blog entry and here's my formal apology and promise that they'll be coming back soon. I just started a new job where I'll be writing 3 other blogs besides this one, so things have been a bit hectic. <br /><br />But look again soon and hopefully my witty banter has not completely disappeared.Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-50084440574828783432009-01-23T13:59:00.000-08:002009-01-23T14:14:52.502-08:00Inaugural AddressI was there. Standing on the mall in the cold. Listening to Barack Obama give his Inaugural address. Watching people cry tears of joy. Feeling the love and hope surrounding the crowd. It was, in all honesty, the most amazing experience of my life.<br /><br />But today I went back reread the address, word for word. This time I let it completely sink in. While you were listening, did you really hear it word for word? Or were you like most of us - a bit distracted because we were so excited to see him up there?<br /><br />Do yourself a favor...reread his speech. Take in everything again. It's even better the second time around.<br /><a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090120/ap_on_go_pr_wh/inauguration_obama_text"><br />President Obama's Inaugural Address Text</a><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjnygQ02aW4&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VjnygQ02aW4&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-52496810036207059162009-01-16T00:39:00.000-08:002010-07-13T12:58:01.612-07:00I got a JOB!Yes, it's true...I finally got a full-time, benefits, 401K, paying job!! Only took almost five months but I'm very happy and very excited. My official title is New Media Specialist for CauseForce (<a href="http://www.causeforce.com">www.causeforce.com</a>). First day on the job is in a week. Will keep you updated on all the new experiences. <br /><br />But first we're gonna celebrate! And I can't think of any better way than going to the Inauguration. Leaving tomorrow morning for the most historical event of my lifetime.<br /><br />Damn it's been a good week! :)Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-49672928829787747152009-01-07T09:52:00.000-08:002009-01-07T10:18:27.903-08:00Shameless plug for a good guy and good friend<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50X6waVWqK15c75vaL06g86EBP1JttMeRBER5W9L7Fxcj-euyIzMxxnv1wC6l5khPiC_zmHzHPkI2rWXpK-ZHABY3bwYJ9nwLalhUHSToBUBFcIfTD8um5bRi07hFXm-gc3tgGlSjTsUM/s1600-h/jay+hollyrod"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg50X6waVWqK15c75vaL06g86EBP1JttMeRBER5W9L7Fxcj-euyIzMxxnv1wC6l5khPiC_zmHzHPkI2rWXpK-ZHABY3bwYJ9nwLalhUHSToBUBFcIfTD8um5bRi07hFXm-gc3tgGlSjTsUM/s320/jay+hollyrod" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288615350443949362" /></a><br />As I'm sick as a dog and have been stuck in bed for the past four days, unfortunately my brain isn't releasing much thought and creativity for a blog entry. But I thought I'd take this time to support my friend Jay Harrington and his new pilot, "Better Off Ted." You can currently see him on "Private Practice" but in March he'll be the lead in this new pilot alongside Portia DeRossi. And I made him walk to carpet at the HollyRod 4 Kids & SocialVibe event specifically so I could use it to promote him later. Ok, maybe that's not true but it worked :)<br /><br /><br />Check out the teaser below...coming to ABC in March...<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Z2MjAcd3Ys&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Z2MjAcd3Ys&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-54275598115954877662009-01-03T01:00:00.000-08:002009-01-03T01:15:30.154-08:00Inauguration Prep: Update 1So I am truly starting this year off with a bang and I can't think of anything better than what I get to be a part of in two weeks time. I am going to be in Washington, D.C. later this month for the inauguration of the first black President of the United States. Not only is this one of the most historic events in this country's history, but I actually get to be a part of it!<br /><br />Since I still don't have a full-time job I volunteered my services to Declare Yourself and their big event in D.C. on the 18th. My good friend Christie is a Program Manager for Declare Yourself and since I do have PR and red carpet experience, I get to help run the carpet and other parts of the event. And it will be a fantastic event...but I can't tell you any details and/or celebrities confirmed just yet. Stay posted!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJb8uwX_KrQAY94Yq5BPdlQmfUOHatjI_VbQS8ixvtzRctRrd2TYtSNrbIU2pCXmsWiOuUAW6s6u50c4cdfO_tIqGsahcsYnaQdTpkQslxqchbqgl0q_BoBhgT0FxuXCa8HtTrQyhsIJ-a/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJb8uwX_KrQAY94Yq5BPdlQmfUOHatjI_VbQS8ixvtzRctRrd2TYtSNrbIU2pCXmsWiOuUAW6s6u50c4cdfO_tIqGsahcsYnaQdTpkQslxqchbqgl0q_BoBhgT0FxuXCa8HtTrQyhsIJ-a/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286992223258514770" /></a><br />Oh, and I'm not getting paid one penny to work it... but the experience will be payment enough!<br /><br />So here are a couple things we're trying to prep for (aside from the Declare Yourself event). <br /><br />First, of course, is accommodations. Even if there were hotel rooms left somewhere in the city, the cost is way above budget. So God bless my family for living in Virginia. Check that off the list.<br /><br />Second, Christie and I have been working on finding the perfect gown for the ball - which we both managed to find today. Check that off the list.<br /><br />Third, deciding which ball to go to. Do you realize how many unofficial balls there are? Of course the official ones are for the important people and cost way too much for our budgets. There's everything from a Green Ball to an Arab American Ball. Even a Change the Game Ball at the Sports Club LA. And of course all the different state balls. But right now there's about 3 on our list to decide between. Unfortunately the California Democrat Bash at the Smithsonian is the same day as our event...stupid California Dems!<br /><br />So many more things to plan and I haven't even gotten the details for the Declare Yourself event. But at least I have the gown taken care of. Pheww!<br /><br />Stay tuned for more updates...Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-82516924973495062442008-12-31T01:12:00.000-08:002008-12-31T01:15:32.659-08:00Better in 2009Every year I make a new year resolution...which more often than not I break within the first two months. One year I made a resolution to drink more water. This was one resolution I managed to stick with but only because it might be the easiest resolution. But I'm realizing that even if I make the resolution to go to the gym (have just gone for the first time in almost 8 months this week), or the drink less (yeah right), or even to run a marathon (hahaha)...I know I won't keep any of them.<br /> <br />So I think it's not so much the resolution but how you start the new year off. And that's why I think I'm destined for something great to happen in 2009...because I'm starting it completely differently than any previous year.<br /> <br />How this New Years is different:<br /> <br />1. I'm single! 100% single! This is the first time in 7 years that I haven't had someone to kiss on New Years Eve. For a girl who has only had really one long-term serious relationship, I apparently always seem to be dating someone at New Years. This year I have no special someone to kiss - which leaves the door open to meeting someone new. I also don't have the stress of finding something spectacular to do because it's New Years Eve. Plan to work till 10pm and then will probably grab a bottle of champagne and let that be the end of it. Sounds fantastic!<br /> <br />2. I don't have a job I hate! Best birthday present I received this year was one I gave myself. I quit a job I was miserable in and although the economy has been cruel, I'm still so happy I did it. So that means that 2009 is going to bring me the job that I love and builds my career.<br /> <br />3. These days I choose to surround myself with positive people. People who don't feel the need to talk about you as soon as you turn your back. I was a miserable person for so long and realized a lot of it had to do with the people I surrounded myself with. People who are nothing but negative and snide bring nothing but a miserable attitude and existence to those around them. A better start to 2009 is that I know this now and won't have the drama that last New Years began with.<br /> <br />4. I'm thinner! About 5-10 pounds less than I was last year. Not sure really what that means...but I guess if I set a goal weight it would be easier to achieve this year :) Or it's probably just the female vanity of being thinner and healthier.<br /> <br />5. I'm a blond instead of brunette! I'm pretty sure this was the main jinx of last year! hahaha<br /><br />How are you starting this year off?<br /><br />Best of luck to all. Here's to a fantastic 2009!!Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-73775517370772230472008-12-22T20:12:00.001-08:002008-12-22T20:16:16.758-08:00Potential to stay realI met Demi Lovato at the Chevy Rocks The Future event I worked last year along with Selena Gomez, the Jonas Brothers and other Disney Stars. She was adorably real and sweet. Hopefully she has the potential to stay that way. Love this new song and video.<br /><br />Demi, please stay this way for all the other real girls in LaLa Land!<br /><br /><object width="480" height="295"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1aNeuK4ZVvE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1aNeuK4ZVvE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"></embed></object>Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-35004064766528759572008-12-18T09:55:00.000-08:002008-12-18T13:13:25.790-08:00A New Age Break Up...for everyone to seeI've already mentioned how new technology can really shoot you in the foot when dating someone. But it can also act like a knife in the heart when you're going through a break up. I should know. I watched my ex get over me and move on with the access to MySpace. It's been almost two years and not something I really like to think about or choose to focus on, but this weekend it came back clearly to me with the heartbreak of a girlfriend and Facebook, and a new Twitter contact and his revenge website.<br /><br />About 3 years ago I met a guy, had an instant connection with him but because he had a girlfriend all we became were friends. Very good friends. Over a six month period I grew closer to him and inevitably fell in love with him. How I wish I never fell in love with him. Anyway, fast forward to him being single and we were finally able to be together, date, whatever you wanna call it. Three months into it after a Christmas, New Years and Valentine's Day I got dumped on St. Patrick's Day. Like I already didn't need a reason to drink on that holiday! He gave me the reasoning that he didn't want to have a girlfriend after being in a relationship for 2 years. Broke my heart but at the same time I could understand that reasoning. I felt the same way after I got out of a 2 1/2 year relationship.<br /><br />But BIG surprise, 3 weeks later he was back with his ex and I saw it all go down over MySpace. Messages to each other. New pictures of them being out. Knowing when they had gone out to dinner. Everytime I signed online and went to his page it was like a giant knife stabbing me in the heart everytime. But of course I continued to sign on and look at his page. Apparently I hadn't hurt myself enough the day before. It took me much longer to get over him because of goddamn MySpace.<br /><br />This past weekend my girlfriend discovered some not so pleasant information about her ex. The way I found out was that she had posted it all over her Facebook page. I completely understand this thinking...he's hurt you so badly that you want to retaliate and post it for the world to see what an asshole he is. <br /><br />But her actions aren't nearly as bad as what I encountered next...<br /><br />I also received a new Twitter follower contact this weekend from a "ChrisAngry." When I went to view his page I followed a link to a website bashing his ex-girlfriend who apparently cheated on him and left him for his best friend. OUCH! On the website he's put a bunch of naked and private photos of his ex that I assume they took when together. As if Paris Hilton 4 years ago didn't prove to us enough the idea of taking racy photos or making a sex tape with someone isn't a good idea! When someone gets hurt, that act of love will come right back around and bite you in the ass.<br /><br />I went back to my girlfriend's Facebook page the next day and she had taken down all the messages and status updates about how shitty her ex was. I know how hurt she is, but I'm also so proud of her for taking it down because I know she's better than that. When we get our hearts broken we want to retaliate in anyway we can. And new technology allows us to share it with the world. But here's the reality...it doesn't help anything. Maybe he'll see it and feel bad, but remember he made his choice and is happy cus he got everything he wanted...whether he feels bad for you or not.<br /><br />It hurts more than anything else, but we somehow have to find the will power not to check MySpace when we've been dumped, resist shooting our anger out over our status updates, and resist creating a revenge website (hopefully this one is A LOT easier for us to resist). Because although it may relieve some anger or hurt temporarily, more often than not it makes us look like pathetic idiots!Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1317368046370150217.post-6286404118568478552008-12-03T14:12:00.000-08:002008-12-03T19:05:08.754-08:00A Poor Man's HappinessWhen I decided to quit my job back in August and leave the "prestigious PR firm" I had worked at for almost two years, most people thought I was crazy to leave without another job lined up. Co-workers, my new roommate, and even random people I met thought I should stick it out until I landed something else. I mean who quits a job in this economy, right?<br /><br />Well obviously they were thinking the same thing I had for the past 3 years of my career...find a job and stick it out. Gotta pay the rent somehow.<br /><br />But is this really how we live our lives? Working just to pay the rent even if it makes us miserable and unhappy?<br /><br />Look at how life plays out - as children we work our butts off to get good grades and get into the right college. From there we pick the right major and do internships every summer to get the right job directly out of college. Then we spend the next 30 years of our lives climbing the ladder, trying to make more money to get the nice new BMW series and the big house in the right neighborhood, and continue to save up for retirement. So what do we do with retirement? Use all the money we've worked our whole lives to get to travel the world on one of those senior citizen cruises and then be able to pick our grandkids up from school.<br /><br />This is the ultimate structure in our career lives...work all our lives to save up and stop working.<br /><br />But what if we like working and keeping active? I don't mind working when the work is something I love. I loved volleyball and played my whole life, but I didn't have the talent of Kerri Walsh, or maybe it was just the dedication. Ball players become engrossed in these million dollar contract deals and the whole production of it all, but they got into the sport originally because they loved to play. Really what professional baseball or basketball player took a job just because it's the only thing they could land to pay the rent?<br /><br />Also, I know I won't retire at 60. Hell I'll probably have just gotten started on a new project. And sure I want to travel and see the world, but I want to do it while I'm still young enough to hike up mountains and have the energy to see every inch of it. So if I don't want to follow the "structure" why should I be stuck in a job that makes me miserable?!<br /><br />I won't go into the details of what finally made me leave...the last straw per se. For those who were there for the last few weeks you know what it was like and how miserable I was. I spent a lot of time on the phone with my mother and getting her approval...she paid for all my education on her own and has helped me monetarily while I'm still trying to get steady on my feet - I felt I owed it to her to ask for her approval and make her proud. But the one thing my mother stuck by was telling me to "do what's going to make you the most happy."<br /><br />And that was it. I turned in my letter of resignation the next day.<br /><br />Now I've basically been unemployed for three months, minus the part-time at a restaurant and a couple temporary gigs I've landed. I've been on a bunch of interviews and was even turned down because I was "too overqualified" - no joke. And on most of the interviews I've gotten the same question..."Why did you leave?" And it's funny how I can tell the quality of people and the company just by their response. The people who are shocked that I left for myself or just because I wanted something new want another answer, don't even believe me or give a disappointed look on their faces. Then those who have congratulated me on making such a bold move, respect me for doing it and say they can empathize - those are the people I want to work for. They get it. They're human. They're not corporate lemmings.<br /><br />The past three months have been incredibly hard with the economy as it is. I've barely been able to make rent. I constantly stress about my credit rating and bills. And I am always wondering if there is any hope on the horizon. But every time I talk to my mom on the phone as she tries to calm my nerves and reassure me, she always asks the same thing - "But Meg, are you still happy you quit? Aren't you a happier person now?" And my response is ALWAYS "Yes!" And every time I answer I let go a big exhale and realize that all this stress is worth it. I wouldn't trade anything I've gone through in the past three months to be back working at that firm.<br /><br />I made the best decision for me that I could. And every time a recruiter calls with a position, I really think about whether it's something I want. For those who can respect that, thank you. For those who think I'm still nuts for quitting, so be it. But it's my life, not yours. I will take a poor man's happiness over a rich man's wealth any day.Megoonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17945210122082140344noreply@blogger.com1