Well, if you are wondering anything in particular about me, you can probably find it here. If not... e-mail me and ask.
Basic History... My name is Megan, and I am seventeen years old. I will be turning eighteen on February 4th.
My parents went through a nasty divorce when I was ten years old. It was utterly traumatic and left me rather broken. In fact, the day that my mom moved out was just 4 days after my birthday. (Saturday, February 8th, 1997) I've worked through most of my issues now, though.
My health has never been that great. I got strep throat 18 times in a 10 month period, (That must be some kind of record, right? lol.) and that was when I was only five years old! lol. My tonsels were taken out when I was eight years old. By the time I was in ninth grade, I was starting to get really bad migraines. The got progressively worse until in third quarter of tenth grade when they got so bad, and I was missing so much school, that I had failed three of my classes and decided to go on something called Home In Hospital Schooling. (Again, more about that later.) Right now, my migraines still plague me, though not quite as badly due to the lack of stress in my life. September of 2002, I had to have my appendix out, which left me a rather ugly scar, and in pain for a few weeks. It wasn't a very tough thing to go through, but it was sufficient to put me in a deep depression for a few months. I had another surgery in December of '03. I had an ultrasound on a tumeric cyst on my left ovary. They said I would be fine for now, I could go home. That night, I woke up with severe pains in my lower abdomen. The ambulence was called and I went in for emergency surgery. They found a cyst the size of an orange, and behind my ovary was another the size of a quarter. If it had been three more hours, I would have lost my ovary. The cyst had twisted itself around my ovary three times.
School was always really fun for me when I was younger. I started reading before I was halfway through pre-school, I got in the Core Excellence Program in second grade when my SAT's showed my skills as above a fourth grade level, and I was always good at making friends. As I started getting older though, and I started getting migraines, I struggled in school to the point of being told I might not be able to graduate with my class if I kept it up. In third quarter of my sophomore year, I was put on Home In Hospital Schooling. It is basically homeschool. My teacher came once a week, and picked up my work, then gave me work for the next week. She was a real sweetheart. She let me do extra work to make up for the classes I had failed first and second quarters. Third quarter GPA was 3.9. Fourth? 3.4. First quarter this year, I got something I never was even able to dream of. A 4.0. My grades haven't gone above a 3.0 since seventh grade!!! Needless to say, I am happy about it. I tried to go back to school. I thought I could handle it. No go. I ended up with a migraine for five days straight. Now I am on Individualized Study. Basically, it is the same thing as homeschool, except I go to a school and drop off my last week's work, take a few tests, then pick up my next week's work. I will most likely graduate in March of 2005.
Let's Get A Bit More Personal... Okay, what is there to say about me, really?
I absolutely love music. I doubt I could live without it. (In all seriousness.) Whatever I am feeling, whatever mood I am in, whatever I am thinking about, I can always find a song to fit it, and it makes me feel just that much better.
My real passions in life are reading and writing. I draw as well, but I don't feel nearly as desperate a need for it as I do reading and writing. Sometimes I think that I could survive on words... Just eating them up and drinking them in like the most nourishing things in the world. All I can really say, is that words have meant everything to me for as long as I can remember. There is no feeling like being able to escape your trials and tribulations by picking up a favorite book and getting lost inside of it, or drowning your tears by writing down what you are feeling. As a matter of fact, I don't really like being around people unless they are well-articulated.
That's another thing about me... I used to be a VERY sociable person. I got along with everyone. I was what everyone calls a 'social butterfly'. I had a lot friends, but no really good ones. Slowly, over the years, my friendships have dwindled, and now I am left with two best friends. I would pick them over having all the friends in the world. My style started to darken, my tastes began to change... In essence, I became a different person, and now I am around people that I don't disrespect myself for being around.
People tell me that I can come off as cold, unforgiving, untrusting, cynical... I wish that I didn't, because I am really not that way at all. I can always be trusted with a secret, always there to be a shoulder to cry on, always there to lend a hand, or an ear... Essentially, I am a good person... People just don't choose to look beyond what I seem to be. I am full of oxymorons. lol. I am bubbly, but calm; I am nice, but I can be ruthless beyond all reason; I am open with some, secretive with most; Cynical, at times, but trusting; Jaded, but innocent; Hurt, but loving... I think that I only come off as cold because of the hurts that I have been through. I suppose I am just subconsciously trying to protect myself from getting hurt again.
The People In My Life... Mom: Well, my mother, obviously. lol. We have a very close relationship, and I don't know what I would do without her. She is the most understanding, and most caring person that I know. All of my friends call her mom, (lol) and have even been known to come over strictly to visit with her!! *shrug* lol. That alone tells you how great she is. I could ramble on and on about my mom, but I won't, for your sake. lol.
Dad: Not much to say about Dad really. I lived with him for two years after the divorce, but then moved in with my mom. (Who I really belonged with the whole time anyway.) After I moved out, I stopped seeing much of him. He did suddenly wake up when he and his girlfriend (who he has been with since a few weeks after the seperation) broke up. Suddenly he realized that he was losing me, and didn't want to, so I saw a lot more of him and we got really close. They got back together, and it went back to seeing each other once a month if we were lucky. (Just like I told him it would, but he didn't believe me.)We see each other every once in a while these days. I feel very close to him, but we can not seem to get over this hurdle named Jaymi.
Christy: My twenty-five year old sister. We never really got along that well when we were both kids, but we get along MUCH better now that we don't live in the same house. lol. She is really health-conscious and very thoughtful when she wants to be.
Jimmy: My fiance and the love of my life... I would be lost without him. Right now, he is in Texas at Lackland Air Force Base for Military Basic Training. We are going to get married as soon as we possibly can. Not having him here is torture. He has been going through many struggles in TX, and I have so much respect for him for it..