escapades of a musical narniac

Yeppers, you read that right. I'm doing something I've thought about many a time before, but never came through with. I am about to undergo something so unnatural.. so haneous.. so scandalous!..

I'm going to get my hair cut short.

Like.

SHORT short.

Okay, so it's not THAT exciting. But every time I think of a brand new me, it's weird. I want to do something totally random and different, no matter how many people stare at me for a moment to question my sanity when I tell them that I'm doing it. Well, a professional (and hopefully understanding) hair dresser is. I don't claim to know the first thing about taking scissors to hair. I don't plan on telling much of anyone outside my family, mostly because I already have people staking claim to certain curls on my head. Geez, people. It's not like I'm taking a buzz saw to my head or anything. It'll be alright. I promise!

In writing news, I had a revelation as I was listening to music on the ol' iPod last night and trying to fall asleep, and found myself sitting bolt upright in my bed, pretending to talk to someone on the phone and acting out what I think is a great way to kick off the rest of the novel I'm currently working on. Mmhmm, you guessed it. The mystery side of me is BACK, and I'm kicking out the sequel to the harrowing adventure entitled "The Letters" (and I make referrence to not the story, but the adventures I had while writing the story).

Which, of course, means that the musical part of my brain kicked me a few times before I finally rolled myself back out of bed, picked up my drumsticks, and began beating my poor, innocent pillow in the rhythm of a few experimental score tempos before it took revenge on me by not supporting my head all night long. These are the advantages of having a queen size bed.. I just switched sides and used the other set of pillows. (I should probably consider marrying a very, Very, VERY patient, understanding man).

My "Let's Get Megan Her Own Keyboard For Her Room" fund isn't doing so hot. I keep praying that a kind-hearted anonymous donor will show up and hand me a check with a gazillion dollars on it.. but then I realize that if they're actually handing it to me, they won't be anonymous, and it completely defeats the purpose of a generous anonymous donor. Shoot.

Anyways, right now, I'm perfecting a few original things that I hope to someday share with the world, but my camera has other ideas. (I shake my fist at you, Kodak Easy Share!!) In the meantime, I can always sail around to my heart's content on Narnia.com, which is my new obsession. Er, rather, new, uh, intense fascination! Yeah. That works.


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(I was informed by Marco after using a typo while trying to tell him that I love him (how embarassing!) that typing "<4" instead of "<3" is a better way of telling someone you love Love LOVE them. Which means that my "stage name" has to go from "lessthanthree" to "lessthanfour". Darn that Marco kid. If creativity had a face, I'd be left-hooking his.)