Play On, it is the Food of Love.

Hello! Well today I just kind of want to talk about music. Lots of words will be linked to different songs in this one, so if you move your mouse over a word and it turns red, CLICK IT!

I have absolutely no musical talent and I don't play any instruments.

Regardless, music is a HUGE part of my life.

I don't think I have ever met someone who doesn't like music.

Everyone has a genre that they prefer over another, but no one hates music all together.

Sometimes the major reason I post on here is because I have a gorgeous song that I want to show you guys in the "Song of the Day" link that I always have.

Music in it's element has been around since the beginning of the human race.

I survive on music.

I do not go anywhere without it.

That being said, I have a very emotional connection with all of the music I listen to.

I have music that I listen to when I am angry,

happy,

sad,

in need of a cool down,

in need of inspiration,

and much much more.

I keep a journal that is addressed specifically to my future children, and at the end of every entry I put a song because based on the music now, the music in twenty years will be the sound of static mixed with horses running with the word "swag" every ten seconds.

I have a special hatred for today's radio.

Don't get me wrong, I'm all for pop music.

It's just this cookie cutter pop.

Simple beats, auto tune, low bass.

Literally anyone can make that kind of music.

Not to mention the lyrics.

There is absolutely no thought put into these words, no emotion.

Every song that they play on the radio is about sex, drugs, alcohol or has some cute little message for thirteen year old girls.

Half of the people they play on the radio don't even write their own music. 

Except Ke$ha. And that really worries me more than most things.

Sure, I suppose they are good to dance to, but that's about it. 

Don't even get me started on rap.

I'm not even bashing the rap genre itself, because I am a fan.

But it's like now there is hardly a line between pop and rap anymore.

And these rappers use common sayings like: Swag, Get Money, etc.

If you have swag, why do you need to tell the world in every song about it?

And profanities are just thrown in left and right, making them completely lose any sort of meaning and allowing the kids who listen to their music to use them in every day speech.

Since when does using the F-word every two seconds shows "swag" and since when does "swag" get you anywhere in life?

Remember when rap had meaning?

The only reason the music on the radio is so popular is because:

1. It's catchy and easy to sing along to.

2. Everyone listens to it and people have forgotten what real music is.

3. It's simple music for the poorly emotionally developed and high. (aka almost every 13 year old in America)

I take deep pride and love in my taste in music.

I hope this inspires more to think about the music they listen to and contemplate whether or not it is really worth listening to.

Thanks for reading! Did you find all of the links? There are eight songs all together. I hope you enjoy at least one of them! I tried to fit several genres in there. No song of the day today because there are so many good ones above! 

I love you. 

*Disclaimer: I realize that the Shakespeare quote is not correct in the title. This is because I have put my own spin on it. It is only based on the quote itself. I do that. Get over it.*

Self Esteem is for Losers

Hello! How are you? Oh, how fabulous. Unless you said you feel like you just got peed on by an elephant. In that case, I'm so sorry. That stinks. Literally.
Alright enough of my lame humor.

So if you know me, you know that I'm not really like super popular.

I don't wear expensive clothes, 

I don't wear makeup,

Everyone thinks I'm a poser because of my glasses (until they find out they're real)

I only have a few really close friends.

I don't look or act like any of the super gorgeous popular girls at my school.

I am completely aware of this fact.

And guess what? 

I'm perfectly fine with it.

When I was younger all I wanted was for guys to notice me and have tons of friends and all that good stuff.

And that's all fine and good but that just didn't happen with me.

People have made fun of me for tons of crap and it used to really hit me really hard.

But I just don't see the point anymore.

I don't see how it's worth it to spend all of my time complaining about how I look.

I can't change the way I am.

I mean sure, I exercise to stay healthy and I try to eat healthy enough, but whats wrong with a treat now and then?

And I guess I could cover up acne and make my eyelashes longer with makeup but I just don't care.

I'd rather have ten more minutes to sleep in the morning than spend it covering myself with product.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying it's bad to want to look nice. And I'm not saying daily hygiene isn't important.

I'm just saying that people shouldn't care so much.

Some days I really do enjoy putting on a pretty skirt and cute shoes.

But I'm also wonderfully happy in my "Big Boy on Campus" T-shirt and cut off jeans.

And don't say "Aww Megan you're so pretty and I think you're popular" and nice things like that.

I think I'm pretty too. I just don't think I fit that gorgeous barbie look.

And I agree, I am popular with my little group of friends, and they are all popular to me. 

I'm saying that I'm not friends with all the people in school that everyone knows.

Which is cool with me. 

I'm just trying to be real.

I know who I am.

I know where I fit.

I'm a super awkward 16 year old who loves scifi and cheesy Disney movies and the 80's.

I'd rather hang out at home listening to pandora, doodling and watching Merlin than go to a party and socialize.

I'd rather go to a public bathroom alone than have a ton of my friends looking in the mirror and waiting for me.

I'd rather play video games than go hiking.

Be Your Own, that's my motto.

Anyways! Thanks for reading! I love you.

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Hit the Hard Subjects First, Win Them Over Later

Hi. It's like, eleven thirty at night. Which is early, I guess. But late for me to write a post. So let's hope I finish before my beddy bye time. I don't know why but I'm starving. Sorry, off topic! I have something to say to you today, my dear little readers! One of my normal rants. So heeerrree wee gooo.

Media these days is a huge influence in almost everyone's lives.

Even those mountain men on that show, because THEY ARE ON THE TV. Hello. Even though I respect those guys and kind of really want to become them. And have a righteous beard and kill my own food and such.

Anyways. Last year I took this digital media class. I loved it, not only because I absolutely worshipped my teacher because he loves eighties movies and indie music and Star Wars and whenever he mentioned the Breakfast Club I had one of my little freak out seizures. In a nutshell, he was fantastic.

He has one of those personalites who just lays it out straight. He is very blunt. And I learned most of what I'll be talking about in his class.

He once said that the people who control the media are more powerful than the president.

Think about it. Like honestly what do we do everyday?

If you're like me you spend most of your day on the internet and listening to music and watching TV.

(Let's not judge my personal habits. I spend to much time being sedentary. I'm working on it.)

And even if you don't spend all day with your mulitiple television shows and obsessing over instagram, most people watch the news and shop in stores and whatever.

I don't think we realize how much influence media has on us.

Do you know how they view us?

They see us as, to quote one of my favorite spongebob episodes, "Class A suckeroonies."

We are puddy in their hands and they know it.

And they can make absolutely ANYTHING cool or appealing.

For example, take the Justin Bieber movie. Watch it once, you love him. For some. Some people just plain out loathe him, which I can understand.

And I'm not hating on the Biebs. I love that kid.

But I also loved him before the movie itself (and I promise I'm not saying like "OMG, I'm better than allllll of you 'cause I knew Justin before the movvviiieeee." No. That's annoying. I'm simply making a point).

But I know tons of people who didn't like him much and then loved him when they saw the movie.

Because the people who made the movie know how to appeal to the audience. In this case, teenage and five year old girls.

The media makes drinking look glamorous and obviously only beautiful people drink alcohol, according to every commercial I've ever seen.

And that's another reason I think people give in so easily to media, because you only see beautiful people.

That girl is wearing those clothes and she is pretty, so I must shop at that store and I will look like her.

We convince ourselves that we will look a certain way if we do whatever the media tells us.

And then there are these models who make every single girl ever feel fat.

Modeling isn't so glamorous, though. Most of those women smoke like psychos and eat pills to keep their weight like that.

Thanks, but that's not how I want to live my life.

I like food. And my lungs.

And most of that unreal beauty comes from caked on makeup and an overload of photoshop.

 Most of us know that there is so much insane photoshop and makeup, but when we are looking through the magazines we seem to somehow completely forget that fact.

I really resent the media.

It bugs me because it is such a huge portion of my life and I often become a victim.

But I know better. And that is what bugs me. I need there to be a day that the media tells the entire truth.

One day, I tell you. I will lead my little crazy ranting hippie revolution and get JUSTICE.

I honestly could say so much more and it seems I can never get ou all that I can say in one post. I hope you guys don't get too mad at these, but I just have so much fun writing my little angry "Fight the Man" speeches. Anyways. I'm done. Thanks so much for reading my crazy scatterbrained thoughts. I love you.

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Inspiration is Everywhere

Well, hello! Today I got really bored and I went around my yard and took some pictures. And then I edited them. So, here they are!

I was playing with some different overlays and I really like how it came out.

These are some new lilies growing in our front yard and I'm obsessed with the yellow. OBSESSED.

I love these roses because even though they are dying a little, I think it makes them that much more beautiful. I love how the white, pink and brown go together so perfectly.

So I took those roses and played with the contrast and brightness and this came to pass. I love it. It's one of my favorite edits, and I did hardly anything to it.

An image over an image. I like my lamp post.

Crackpot, you are special. So I photograph you.

Wired.

I love these guys. I have a couple different edits of them.

Ahhhh there were so many of these I could have done twenty. But I really like this one.

Silhouette 

Have a sit!

So. That's the best I could produce from some boredom. Let me know what you think! I apprectiate constructive criticism! Thank you!
PS. So sorry, some of these are a little blurry because of the lighting and it is just a digital camera (in other words, it sucks).
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Hi, I Like To Rant

It's finally Summer and time to post another rant! Hooray my favorite thing! You should know that I usually write these things in my notes on my iPod and then edit these later on here. Cause I forget them if I don't write them down when they're in my head! But then I spend like an hour angrily ranting on my iPod and my parents worry. Oh well. Anyways. Here we go.

What is the World's obsession with being fake?

If I want to eat, I'm going to eat.

And I'm not going to hate or starve myself if I gain a couple pounds.

Who freaking cares, honestly?

I mean, what is so attractive about rib bones and elbows, anyway?

Not that skinny is ugly. All sizes are pretty. Except for, like, starved animal, smoker skinny. 

I'm talking skin and bone.

I like my body, so screw the media and the magazines and the model agencies because I think I am beautiful.

I'm not going to plaster my face in makeup, either.

Not that makeup is bad.

It's just that natural beauty is so much more pure. 

And EVERYONE is naturally beautiful.

God does not make ugly. 

It is impossible.

People make ugly personalities, but that is a different story.

FAKE is not only found in outward appearances.

Hypocrisy is one of the the most ugly traits.

It horrifies me how many people act so religious and goody-goody, 

but don't cease to happily love man more than the Deity they worship.

Honestly, I would rather hang out with someone who is real with me and openly sins 

than someone who is smoking weed and breaking the law of chastity one day and planning a mission the other.
Really I would.
It saddens me how adults (like leaders) think that our generation is so prime when we are really just good liars.
Doesn't that bug anyone else?
Because it disgusts me.
I cannot even describe how horribly disgusting it is.
And this peer pressure crap?
Sure, it can be hard to resist, but you know who is dishing it out, right?
WE ARE.
YOU. ME. PEERpressure. Get it? You are someones peer and so am I.
If anyone can stop it, it's us.
Real friends? Real friends don't judge you because you choose something different.
I often see that non-religious people are less judgemental.
Not that that makes the gospel any less true.
Or the people horrible.
But think about it.
Gay people don't try to stop marriage between man and woman.
Not that I believe in gay marriage.
People who have tattoos don't hate other who don't have tattoos.
Not that I believe in tattoos.
I want people to accept my religion but I don't think it's very Christ-like to shun someone because of some ink.
Don't get me wrong.
Most of the religious people that I know are amazing people.
But isn't it bigotry to preach forgiveness of all men and to love everyone and to leave the judging to God,
and then judge others?
Okay, I promise I'm done now. :) I LOVE YOU. You are perfect exactly as you.
Thanks for reading!

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*DISCLAIMER* I realize I have written about VERY touchy topics. I do not mean to hurt any feelings or lash out. These thoughts are NOT pointed at anyone in particular. These are my opinions. You are allowed to have yours, so please do not hate on me for mine. I am simply in a ranting mood. And I still love everyone, hypocrisy and all. :)

Sketches

Hey, everybody! Thanks for showing up! :) 

Here are a few of my sketches that are even remotely worth while.

Now if you are educated in art, you know how amature these are. Although I do think I show some promise. Let me know what you think! I appreciate any kind of feed back. Keep scrolling for more art and other posts!

The contrast in these pictures has been enhanced so that you can see them better.

Also my scanner kind of sucks. So, sorry about that.

These are just some nice little buildings that I did. Mostly a doodle, but I like them. They are inspired by the song Montezuma by Fleet Foxes

Very first self portrait. It isn't perfect, but I like it. 

 Indian? Cowboy? Whoever's hand it is, I was in the mood for fringe. :) Not the show. The clothing stuff.

Scultpures

 Hello, darlings! Here are some of my sculptures. I made them all in my ceramics class. They are my very first real works, so don't judge any imperfections. They are the best I could do, and I am pretty proud of them. They all have a lot of effort and work put into them, and I hope you enjoy! Thank you so much for reading and coming to see:)

This is a coil pot. If you look really closely, you can see what used to be coils. The glazed I used is Chinese crackle with candy apple stripes.

This is a fully functional teapot, made in the shape of an elephant. The "body" is a pinch pot. The lid is slab, as well and the "nose" and "ears". The "tail" is a coil. You cant really tell, but there are little eyes. The glaze for the body is some kind of purple, but it didn't turn out purple. The dripping is Chinese crackle.

This is a non-objective sculpture. The "leaves" are based off of the top of a tomato. The teardrop has carvings on it based from the texture on wood. I made the teardrop by sculpting it around a ball of newspaper, cutting it in half, carving out excess clay, and then score-and-slipping it back together. The "leaves" are slab. The glaze used is tropical green and another form of purple.

This is my most meaningful and favorite piece. This is a house made from slab. The bars are coil. This house in some ways symbolizes how I feel at home, and in Utah in general. Trapped. See how the walls break away from the bars, where behind a seemingly normal and happy looking home, there is a prison. The glazes used are a form of red, black, blue and some Chinese crackle.

I love you:)

Life Update

I know, I know. I'm long overdue for a new post.

Just a quick update.

I've been suuuper busy with school.

I took the freakin ACT.

Kill me now.

This past weekend I went on a nice little overnighter with my Laurels.

I love 'em.

We went up to one of the leader's cabin, and it was adorable!

There was an organ there that was brought across the plains.

Apparently her husband's grandfather was the conductor for MoTab. 

Bomb Diggity.

We had a scripture marathon, where we were supposed to try and finish Alma by ourselves.

We started in Helaman, and had three chapters left by one in the morning.

Everyone was falling asleep.

We got about halfway through 3 Nephi in the morning,

It was amazing, reading about Christ coming to the Americas. 

His teachings are so precious.

And then we skipped to the last chapter of Moroni.

So good.

After that, on the way home, we watched Pride and Prejudice the Pink Bible version.

I am in love with it!

We stopped at Dairy Keen in Heber for lunch, and we saw President Uchtdorf there.

Pretty much we were all freaking out.

I feel like I am being so amature right now.

I wish I could write like a beast every post, but I just wanted to talk about my own life for a couple of secundos.

Is that even a word?

Meh. 

Whatever.

So, I'm on a huge 80's kick right now. 

I have always loved them, but lately...

The fashion, the music, the movies, everything.

I freaking love AC/DC.

And David Bowie.

And Pat Benatar.

And John Hughes. 

I could go on forever, but don't worry, I won't.

Ahh. alright, I'll stop now.

Thank for reading, 

I love you! :)