i'm megan patricia. those close to me call me meggy. i am mellow. sometimes i'd even go so far as to say i am mute. at least around lots of people. that's only if vodka isn't involved. regardless, i loosen up eventually. it's just hard for me to make friends with someone right off the bat. i'm like a turtle. i have a tendency to retreat into my shell when uncomfortable. my relationships are vital. i crave intimacy. i've both perished and been saved by a person. he's been my passion for nearly three years. he is my universe, my electricity. he's given me perpetual butterflies in my stomach. i don't believe in the honeymoon stage; it's a white lie, an excuse. love stays. i have a twin sister. i'd be the loneliest, most uninspired, lush-less person in the entire world without her. she amazes me. repeatedly. i am a people-pleaser and a total pushover. i'm far from hot-headed, ill-tempered, vulgar, or messy. rather, i am cool & collected (sometimes a nervous wreck, but i try not to let that show too often). i come in a size xs. dainty. i just might become a pioneer in petite-sized-activists-resenting-being-called-"anorexic"-because-of-their-natural-born-size. i think that's a pretty worthy cause, don't you? yeah, didn't think so. i am also artistic, i draw often. egon shiele has inspired me more than even my imagination is capable of retaining. i find his borderline art-porn brilliant. oh and music... perhaps i should divulge in that too. non-folk folk, dance punk, indie, glam rock, electronica, post-hardcore... you get the picture. i am musically handicapped- it's a shame i can't sing a tune or play a chord to save my life. i'm a virgo. which says a lot about my nature. i grew up in a suburb of minneapolis, in a total safe haven and mecca for tan, preppy blondes. it's not something i'm resentful toward. i actually love malls and pointless trips to target and pristine parks and the like. i am terribly addicted to buying lingerie. and i cannot forget to mention the three "pop"s: popcorn, popsicles, and pop art. shameful, i know. i am extremely tidy. my closet is color-coordinated (although i wear mostly purple and black and charcoal grey. oh my goth! not.) i absolutely hate lending things to people (clothing, pens, magazines, what-have-you) because i never seem to get them back. it makes me lose all trust in humankind to be honest. i aspire to have a decent, flexible, creative job (doing god-knows-what) and making a decent sum of money so i can enjoy the finer things in life. such as dessert and fluffy towels. i will be a happy camper if i can afford those little luxuries someday. to wrap this up, i'm a simple person who often overcomplicates myself. i'm so moody it's repulsive! literally. however, i can also be really light-hearted, maybe a little too faint-hearted at times. i'm sensitive and i have common sense. i love to love, feel loved, lovable, be in love... it's what i seek out in life and covet in life and love most about life. the end.

doggies!

see/death from above.

atonement, i'm not there, romeo and juliet, rushmore, fear and loathing in las vegas, pan's labyrinth, fight club, se7en, into the wild, marie atoinette, harry potter, girl interrupted, one flew over the cuckoo's nest, factory girl, vicky christina barcelona.

sex and the city, the news, gossip girl, the history channel, the hills, national geographic channel. basically it ranges from total airhead shows to politics.

the twilight series is my mindless, in-the-closet, shameful indulgence.