why do I do this...

Going from class to class, or just simply sitting down at lunch, I watch people. I am a people watcher. I observe their mannerisms to try and figure them out. It's one of my hobbies instead of trying to make conversation with the awkward people I sometimes sit with. One of the things I notice is that a lot of people don't brush their hair. WHY. I don't know, it is like they don't want people to touch their hair, or they are trying to get dred locks. Maybe they were watching tv and they came upon an advertisement that was strangely related to how they thought about things.

I make up stories and excuses for people so I don't get annoyed at the way they act.

That black girl is talking louder than she should. She probably lives in a house with parrots so she's used to talking over their loud squeeking noises.

That girl is wearing too much make up. She probably has to go work as a clown after school and doesn't want to risk putting on her clown make up while she's driving so she doesn't end up in an accident. Good for her.

This boy doesn't look at my eyes or even at me when I am talking to him. He probably likes boys.

Most of these excuses are probably not true, but they reassure me and make things for tolerable. My friends think it's a bad idea to do that, but if I didn't do that, then I would be yelling at a lot of people for their stupidity everyday.

Probably the scariest day of my life.

A long time ago...my mom takes me and my sisters to the mall to do some "fun mother-daughter(s)" hang out time. We probably did some shopping, I don't know. It was a long time ago.

We end up at this really ghetto fabulous mall, it was mostly empty. It felt like a post-apocalyptic hide out camp base and the people in this mall were the only survivors from the recent Zombie Attack '08. I didn't mind the quietness, though, because most malls are full of people who defy the laws of American traffic and don't find an organized way to walk in the hallways. But in this ghetto fabulous mall, the only thing I ran into was the "test a Wii" at the game stop :D

After walking around with our almost gone Orange Julius smoothies, my mom suggests that we start heading home.

Half of the mall is underground (to be safe from atomic bombs, of course). So to get to our car, we had to leave from the second floor. On the second floor, there were stores that sell probably the most ghetto attire in the world. "Pimp Suit Palace", "Rainbow" (that store sells wear once and throw away clothes) "Braiding Salon" (to get your hair did) etc etc.

A couple feet ahead of us, I spot a photobooth. "oh, how neat" says my little 12 year old mind that thinks turkey legs are the best. There was a screen on the photobooth that shows you the options of pictures you can pay for. My twin sister, Abby, looks at the screen and says, "Woah! That lady on the screen has a whole lot of make up o-"

Just as she said that, the curtain quickly slides open right next to me and all I see is a scary over made-up blonde teenage face right by my face.

The sight of her would cause worlds to turn inside out, meat to go uncooked, and bring back the dead.

Sheer terror took over my face.

By the time I caught my breath, she was gone.

Mi Vida En Casa.

Hola! Hoy, mi post es sobre mi vida en el hogar. Vivo con mi familia de seis. Somos de Maryland.  Mis padres llaman es Scott y Loretta. Mis hermanos llaman es Steve, Lindsay, y Abby. Mi perro llama es Buster, es muy lindo y esponjoso. Nosotros gustamos para ir de vacaciones. Fuimos a Cancun, Korea, Bermuda, y Canada. A mi me gusta Cancun mas que Bermuda porque Bermuda es aburrido y no habia nada que hacer. Mi familia gusta Cancun porque visitamos Chichen Itza.
Yo tengo mucha diversion con mi hermano porque somos similares.El va a la escuela en Towson University.
Mi hermana, Abby, es mi twin. A Abby le gusta canta. Mi hermano, Lindsay es muy alta.

A mi me interesan los museos de arte. Yo se dibujo muy bien. Me encanta dibujo. Mi me gusta dibujar mas que cocinar. Para, me gusta leer menos que cocinar. Me gusta jugo de futbol tanto como jugo de trumperto.

Mi novio, Shawn, es muy simpatico y cuidado. Quiero conocer a el padres. Yo se el tio y tia porque vive con ellos.

Things I'm Scared To Do.

I am a wuss. I don't like to do many things because they are frightening. Social events, sports, cleaning the tub. My mind always things of ways that can turn an everyday thing into something dredful. Here is a list of things and reasons why I'm scared to do them:

1. Typing really long questions on the Google search bar.
          -I try to make the question as simple as possible and short as possible so I can get better answers, but it's hard to sum down questions like "why does my bedroom floor make a clicking sound at night on Thursdays when I'm all alone in my room and no one is able around to witness it?" or "is there a way I can get a massive amount of hot tomato soup into my small thermos without spilling all over the counter top and making my day a little harder?"

2. Changing the shampoo/conditioner I use.
          -What if my scalp is used to the shampoo/conditioner I've been using for so long that if I decide to randomly switch without consolidating my head it would make my hair have a bad reaction and fall out because it's mad?

3. When I have to keep saying "What?" when the other conversationalist decides to either not speak up or make any sense.
           -After about the 3rd "what?" (which I usually mudder and kind of give a nervous laugh) I feel like the other person is already frustrated with my not-so-acute hearing skills and whatever they wanted to tell me, important or not, would have to be left unsaid and I am left in the world of uncertainty.

4. Meet and Greets.
           -I thought these would end once I entered high school, but they are still here. It happens about 8 times during the first two days of school when teachers think that they can get a room full of awkward stereotypically different teenagers to become best friends by assigning some cheesey name-game or organizing smaller groups to sit together in a small room to tell each other their favorite color. Like speed dating, but we are voluntold to do it.

5. Geting My Hair Cut.
           - once every blue moon I get an awesome haircut. But about 99% of the time, I get a lady that doesn't know what she's doing. I tell her what I want in full detail, including pictures, but she abolishes my ideas and invisions what she thinks would look better instead.

I forgot my glasses today.

Usually, I wear contacts during my days of life. But I used all of my years supply and my mom still yet has to make me an appointment to get more. So instead, I have been using my glasses but they are hard to remember to put on my face, because it's hard to find them because I can't see.
I made the mistake of sitting in the back of all my classes on the first day of school when the teacher wrote down the seating chart. I wore my contacts the first couple weeks so I didn't think about days when I would absolutly need to see the board. Without my glasses, I look like the stupid kid in the back trying to take notes.



At the end of class, the kid that sits next to me hates me by then because all class I distracted him by asking him to read me what the teacher wrote on the board so I could write it down.

Another thing I usually forget that ruins my day is a ponytail holder. I always have one on my wrist 90% of the time, but on those 10% days it corresponds with when I forget my glasses or wear the same underwear as the day before.

Don't think I don't notice you say "Oh, you look fine!" and then turn around and talk to your other friend saying "Look at that messed up non-humidity resisting poor excuse for a human being!"

Just when you start to think "Man, you should get some sort of cash prize for all the daily things you go through.", it gets worse. During the months of November and December, I start to see a decline in my clothing that are still concidered "cool", or even clothes that still fit. I'm being seen in the same outfit twice a week, or people start to question me.

I started to think that these people don't want to know the answer to the questions they ask, so all they do is ask it really loudly while making a scene to get as much people to look at you as possible.

Cool, I made a blog!

My name is Megan Hammon, and this is my blog.

The purpose of this blog is to take up space on the interwebs. HA!
Just kidding, it's for me to post my life. Basically a diary but I won't be telling you any secrets like who I'm crushing on, what I stole that day, links to cures, stuff like that.

I don't expect followers soon, probably after I start posting some drawings because I want the world to see my point of view on things through illustration.

Here is me!

And my finger.