The Life and Times of the Mysterious Megan

I Googled myself today, not in a narcissistic way, but just out of curiosity.  Turns out, I’ve done quite well to hide my actual identity.  Not that I don’t trust any of you, but I just want to leave some things to the imagination.  I did find one picture though:

Screen Shot 2013-11-20 at 10.47.05 PMThis was taken in 1998 during my first communion.  In case you didn’t notice already, the poofy-sleeved girl with the obvious red circle around her head is me.  My friends are spread across the group, but I didn’t actually know any of them at the time except one, Jessica.

I was being nostalgic today after seeing this.  I do this a lot and sometimes it gets me down because I look back and realize that I wasn’t always the way I am today, afraid of illness and contamination.  I hate that about the current me, but maybe this too will change.  I certainly wasn’t scared of all that when I was posing for this picture.

I love to look back at the funny things I did as a kid that I thought were cool or bad, but are actually really hilarious to me now.

Once, Jessica and I, on purpose, wore the same bright pink Rugrats overalls with a white shirt and pigtails to school and everyone was asking us if we were twins.  This was when I was in 3rd grade and Jessica was about a foot taller than me.  We thought we were so cool and that everyone actually thought we looked alike 😉

Or the time when my friend Tiffany and I snuck a beer from her fridge, ran into the bathroom and drank like two sips of it and thought we were soooo bada$$.

My favorite would have had to be the times that Tiffany and I had “boyfriends” that we met in chatrooms.  Not sure how we got there, but I think she told me about this one chatroom.  Anyway, we met a guy named “Jimmy Lee.”  We were both talking to him on Yahoo messenger, which is what all the cool kids used.  I remember we told him we were 18 and he actually believed that crap, or at least he pretended he believed it.  He was at work, I remember, he shut the door and boom, exposed himself.  We were screaming and I started crying to tell Tiffany to turn it off.  Then the next day at school she printed off a huge picture of him, his face I mean, and told everyone he was her boyfriend.  We still laugh about that perv Jimmy Lee to this day.  Good times.

I have so many hilarious stories of my friends and I that I have yet to share with my mom, so I think she’ll at least find these few stories funny 🙂  I do anyway.

Well, enough nostalgia for one day.  I’m so tired 🙂

I hope you enjoyed this and thanks for reading!

Megan

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35 thoughts on “The Life and Times of the Mysterious Megan

  1. Sweet photo! I remember going into a chatroom with two friends when we were thirteen and we pretended we were sixteen. We were utterly clueless and a guy in his twenties or thirties (or who knows really) started explaining sexual positions to us and wanted to cyber. We left that chatroom pretty quickly after that!

    1. Thank you 🙂 It’s such a good photo of little Chester, actually all of them are 😉 hahaha! I love your chatroom tales. Sounds exactly like me and my friends. Funny what we did as kids 🙂

  2. I liked to read that. These adventures one had as a child are incredible. Such intensity of emotion and misconception of importance are in combination and retrospect as you said simply hilarious.
    Thanks for the little smirk on my face.

    1. 😉 I’m glad that I made you smile. I have many, many more awesome stories from childhood that I would love to share. We were so bored all the time that we invented stupid things to do 🙂

  3. Gosh! Seeing that First Communion pic made me recall my own First Communion…wow! I want to say…1972? How old were you? I cannot remember how old I was or was supposed to be for that special privilege…I CAN remember my dress and the whole outfit…I looked like any one of those girls in that photo there. Awesome times, yes! Sometimes I just wish I could have stayed 5 or 6 or 7 yrs old. Don’t you?

    1. I think I was in second grade at the time, which means I was probably around 8 years old? I would like to look back at myself as a child, but never would I want to go back. I’m so glad that I am finally an adult and controlling my own life 🙂

  4. Glad to hear of your fond, fun memories from growing up. Maybe one day you will think about your current characteristics and find some insight into why you are how you are, and then you may be able to shift your life in other directions if you wish. Well, that is what I’d like to do anyway!

      1. Actually I’m really glad you said that, because I was pretty pissed off that someone so successful (or how I perceived as more successful…..she probably is as miserable as sin really! ) had my name! You are so right when you say that our own names should only belong to us and nobody else!

  5. Oh the memories of being young and innocent and ooh those were the days.
    careless and playful.
    love the story.
    Always keep a mystery surrounding you. it makes you more intriguing. so true.
    Keep smiling

  6. Lemme think? When I was in high school I paid this homeless bum lady to get me some liquor. I mixed it with gatorade went to the fair lit out of my mind then the cops got me. I remember skateboarding with my friend who just HAPPENS to have the name Chris Farley… He told me about this dude with a weird voice Jacob Seacrest in art class asking for an exacto knife to make a blastoise pokemon. So I just out of the blue made up a song which went like this, “Jacob taught me how to do it, jacob taught me how to do it,” (jacob sings in his weird voice), “Yeah I taught him to do it, you start with the exacto knife and end with the blastoise!” I think i made that song up while trying to figure out how to do some trick on his box and apparently Jacob taught me to do it. Oh and I mooned my high school principle…. and got like one hundred views on myspace and a shit ton of kudos. i used to jump out of first floor windows to get out of class.

    1. your stories are really funny 🙂 I wish I had a friend with a cool name like Chris Farley. i can’t believe you mooned your principal! I was the quiet kid in school that all the teachers and principal seemed to feel bad for. I wish I had been more openly rebellious 🙂

      1. doing crazy shit is liberating. recently at my outpatient center i spun around in circles in the backroom waiting for the nurse till my head started spinning and I fell down….. after I was singing.

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