Megan Hart

***I wrote this on the train on Friday, 3/29…

So, I’m on the train heading to NYC for the NINC conference, and all is well except I don’t really know where the bathroom is. I have this thing about knowing where the nearest toilet is – and considering I just drank a DCWS I should probably find out. Normally I like to sit near the bathroom, even if it sometimes smells bad, because then I don’t have to worry.

It’s still dark outside. This train stops a lot. I downloaded Five Finger Death Punch (thank you, LD, for the iTunes goodness!) and I’m relatively comfortable in that I have four seats to myself and can put my feet up. But I also fear the train will fill up and I’ll have to sit looking at someone and make polite conversation. Well. If it was a cute boy that might be okay, but the liklihood of that seems small, though that man I live with did say that I would find the cutest boy at the conference to go to dinner with, and of course, he could be right, even though I swear it’s not like I try.

Anyway.

I got a new black dress and it’s pretty and comfortable but OMG. Seriously. MUFFINTOP alert. It’s the damned support top panty hose because while I just dropped beacoup bucks on something called SPANX (heheheheheh) I didn’t actually put them on, foolishly believing that because my muffintop didn’t stick out while standing I’d be okay sitting. So not true. Which just goes to show I really do need to stop eating so darned much but I can’t help it, food is good!

So. What else?

I don’t know when I’ll actually get to post this, since I didn’t bring my computer and I’m not one of those people who has to be connected constantly. I figure I’ll add updates and then post.

So, the train is going, FFDP is screaming their emodeathmetal in my ear and I’m thinking about needing the bathroom. And dammit, I think I downloaded the non-explicit version of FFDP which pisses me off. See, while I don’t really think you NEED to use bad words in songs, I really abhor the “cleansed” versions. If the artist meant to toss in a shit or fuck, well, then I want to hear it. Damn you, iTunes. I wonder if I can complain? They didn’t have it marked. Bass-tards.

I should be using this time to write on my WIP instead of a blog entry but hey, I’m just contrary that way. According to FFDP I think I’m special, but I ain’t nothing.

They are some angry, angry boys.

If I were going to make an emodeathmetal song, I think it would be this:

Muffintop!
Muffintop!
You ruin me! You destroy me! Muffintop you bastard!

You’d have to scream the lyrics and back them with some truly heavy duty drumming.

Also. Today I am wearing new earrings that man I live with bought me for my birthday and a pink plastic bracelet I bought for a buck. It’s hot pink. I always wear earrings. I hardly ever wear a bracelet, esp. pink plastic. Craziness here on the train! (And btw, I’d totes write a sexy train story but where would they get it on? The bathrooms are icky!)

UPDATE: I found the bathroom, which is not at all where I thought it was. But I found it. So. Kewl.

And I met a guy named BOB who was very nice! ;)

In the window I can see my reflection and I think about how that detail will fit into a book or a story, someday. Then I wonder – how do normal people live? Because surely it can’t be normal to be always imagining how something I’m living can fit into the lives of imaginary people. What do normal people do with their memories?

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Updated note: had a great time at the conference. Learned much, met many.

M

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