Cramps Are a Type of Living Hell, and My 2010 in a Nutshell. Minus the Nut. And the Shell.

You know what I hate? 

Cramps. 

[...Hey now, don't get all freaked. I apologize wholeheartedly to the guys who don't care to hear about this, but muddle through - it goes away, I swear. Hell knows if you can't even read about it you're going to wind up gay anyway.]

Worse than cramps?
The fact that nothing helps them. 

Because taking meds tends to have the same effect as....Well, imagine an ice cube. Then imagine that one, single little ice cube trying all by itself to put out every flame in the pits of Hell. This ice cube is known to us as Motrin, or a variation. And it does. Not. Work.

That said, don't you love [read: hate with a burning passion] how unfortunate [and unfortunately necessary] things such as this little fact of life tend to happen right when you don't want them to the most? 

Like now, for instance. Way to ring in the New Year, right? [Well. I guess skipping it wouldn't really be a better way to start the new year, either...]

Speaking of which. Off that topic and on to a new one; 

Holy balls, am I the only one who found 2010 to go by almost sickeningly fast? [Yes, this is the 'ohnoooes that whole year's all byebye now' post.]

Not that it was all bad, of course. One of the better years, at that. 

Apart from the standard 'thisshitsucksballs' pieces. Which were rarer than most years, so it's all good. More or less. 

My 2010 - because you care; feel free to share your own too - because I actually kind of do care.

• I think I'm out of my funk. At least, I've been consistently happier recently than I was for a whiiile. Yay stress relief and all that garbage. 
• Lost some friends.But most of which were going to be lost anyway, so it's all good.
• Got dumped.....and back together within 24 hours. [Not shocking, considering some people do this on a weekly basis, but it was an emotional time, okay?]
• Just realized I didn't see a single concert all year....this pains me. It really does.
• Started my own online-business. And shut it down. 
• Started playing World of Warcraft....I fear the Curse of the Gamer has settled and will never be lifted. 
• Met a bunch of epic people. And some less-than-epic people.
• Got an utterly fantastic camera. I have yet to do something particularly worthwhile with it. 
• Kind of figured out how to walk in heels. A little, anyway. This shit takes time, okay?
• Found out Cracker Barrel actually has pretty awesome breakfasts. Or, at least, the french toast is epic.
• Obtained my first and only item of Hollister clothing - as a gift. But it's lime green, so it's all good.

Among other things. This year was seemingly a little bit dull. But that said, one of the best yet - I mean, it at least could always be worse. 

That concert-less year thing really is getting on my nerves though...Egh. 

But there's always next year, right?

Oh. Quick note. I'm not actually confused as to what day it is - I'm very much aware that New Year's Eve is actually, in fact, tomorrow; not today. It's just that randomly enough, it now appears I'm going to be busy both tomorrow and New Year's Day. Go figure. So I easily might just not have time for you either of those days. And who would I be to skip this fantastically necessary little block of an update? Pft. Please. 

Random side note; If you've never checked it out, head over to People Of Wal-Mart. Might as well make yourself feel better about yourself and your life by laughing at others', right?

The Exaggeration of Annoyances in Blog-Starting

I always forget how much work it can be, setting up new blogs and whatnot. 

Mostly just because I can be terribly picky. I'm very into most things artsy, and stuff like this makes me twitch. I love it, but I love it in the sense that I love doing it....yet I'm constantly toying with it. Because it's just never right.

Which tends to leave me kind of....

Like this; 

ಠ_ಠ

So you can imagine my vague irritation. 

That said, I think I like this template. Whoohoo paint splatters!

You just wait. I'll change it tomorrow when I get sick of the blue font or something.

That's another thing. Why the hell does everyone insist on using font colors that clash so dramatically with the pictures in templates? WHY? Either they have a color you can't see, one that makes you blind just by looking at it, or some that are just flat-out repulsive. [I mean really. Nobody likes that mustard color for words. Nobody.]

/rage

Standard 'hi thar' and things and stuff....

Hi there, Internet. 

I've no idea how you got here. I probably told you about it. If not, welcome, stranger. 

Quickly rambling past all the fancy little formalities here....A couple notes; 

• No, this is not my first blog. Yes, my others kind of...fell asleep, if you will. A very long, deep, deadly-silent sleep....Why? Because I'm a horrific blogger and I get side-tracked very easily. 
• No, I don't 'plan' on murdering - did I say that? I mean....neglecting - this one. [But then, I didn't plan on that happening to the others, either. Promises - I offer none.]
• I'm a little on the...derpy side. [Well. 'Herpderp' is probably a good way to describe me most of the time. But I tend to lean towards the 'derp' side more - 'herp' just makes me think 'herpes' and unless my boyfriend has something to tell me, I'm definitely leaning far away from that end.] Meaning I tend to be confusing and senseless more often than not. You'll learn to love it. Or you won't.
• This really is just going to be a giant mash of...me. [A blog about random things...NO WAY. Gee, I hadn't heard of anything like that before either! So much originality and newness it almost hurts, doesn't it?] 

Anyway. Basic notes there. 

I could go on an exceedingly long tangent about me and my me-ness, but why put you through that when I'm sure you'll decipher the Rubix Cube that is Meg all in good time - probably more thoroughly, at that - yourself? 

That said, if interested, a good place to start would be that block of words and mumblings and whatnot on the side to the right. Otherwise, consider this your go-ahead to ask anything and everything you could want to know about me. [Or, rather, things you don't actually care about but feel like asking anyway - be it to make me uncomfortable, or to seem even more brilliant to anyone looking at your little comments. Which, sorry to tell you, might only be me. But it's the thought that counts, right?]

And if you're curious, but particularly shy...

SHAMELESS FORMSPRING WHORING. 

On a totally unrelated note;
Why is it so many people in public restrooms seem to think the soap is merely there for show? Soap is slowly but surely becoming obsolete.