You asked...I answered...6 months later...

Hey friends.

I have missed you.

My absence will be explained in a later post.

Because its really boring.

It involves neurosciency stuff.

Do you all remember awhile back when I posted a vlog and had you ask me questions?

And then i got like 30 questions and posted a vlog and answered like 3..

then sorta stopped...

Well i thought maybe it is time to answer some of the questions 

since there are a few i still frequently get here and there.

Most of the questions had to due with the whole modeling thing.

So here it goes.

Your own personal tour into my past life.

I started modeling at age 14.

I knew someone that knew someone that knew someone in the industry.

I went on a casting (audition for modeling)

and booked a job.

After that I got an Agency.

Then after that i switched and got another Agency.

and after that I got my first complex.

It came tied up in a little box and bow.

It was a body image complex.

My complex said I was too fat,

too skinny,

too short,

and probably could use some plastic surgery.

It became my new bff that i wanted to drop kick

but couldn't..

because I'm a lady.

So i hung out with her anyway.

I continued to work in LA and Orange County.

mainly print and editorial stuff.

A billboard, commercial, and music video here and there.

After 8 years of trying to fit into someones size 0 expectations

I decided it was time to call it quits.

Move on.

go back to college.

get a real job.

Not that modeling isn't a real job..

I guess it is.

Sometimes you can model so hard your face hurts.

intense.

I know.

I do not work anymore..

except for as a favor to friends with companies..

or for fun with the photographers I love.

Someone asked me if I felt judged because I used to model..

because the connotation is that models are dumb and shallow.

And to be honest,

yes.

Which is why I always wanted to have something else that I did.

And why I continued to stay in academics..

and eventually moved on to get my Masters in Neuroscience.

I wanted to help change the world in a positive way.

Not contribute to it in a negative way.

I Love photography.

I love art.

And i think beautiful images are created using beautiful people.

And I am drawn to that.

But i am much too sensitive to fight for the limelight in a world full of "beautiful" models.

And i need to be using my brain to make me feel like i have a purpose.

19 years old

17 years old

20 years old

19 years old

Lets wrap this up

pasties are for eating, not for your nipples.

Meet Ruby, Molly, and Hamish.

Irish dogs.

ooooooh

They have Irish accents.

it's pretty cute.

I would also like you to meet my annoyed face.

It comes out when there is a combo of wind and rain.

Good thing I had that umbrella.

Thus concludes our journey to Northern Ireland.

Ireland...Part II

this umbrella was clearly effective....

You can stand on the beach in northern Ireland (UK)

and see across to southern Ireland (Republic of Ireland)..

two different countries.

silly.

This would be day two of my trip to Ireland.

On this particular day I was sans horrific kidney pain

(thank you drugs)

and proceeded to express my joy by running through a field..

in flats..

while it was raining.

I stepped on what I thought was a rock

only to realize it was a giant mound of cow poop.

I know what you are thinking..

how on earth did you mistake poop for a rock??

We may never know the answer to that friends..

we may never know.

If this post is too short for you..you can go here and here to read more on the magical world of Megan (me).

Ireland..Part I

for eating..not for playing.

I like to leave an impression wherever I go..

my American stamp if you will.

On this particular trip to Ireland I

a. got a severe Kidney infection and had to go to the doctor twice

b. Thought my lady time was over so wore white pants then proceeded to have lady time all over them.

c. could not flush the toilet in the house I was staying at and had to wake up my friend to flush it for me. more than once.

d. wore flats and a white blazer to a farming fair.

e. all of the above.

Top O' the Mornin to Ya

Northern Ireland via

Good morning/afternoon/evening friends.
In just a few short hours
(40 minute plane right to be exact)
I will be in Ireland.

I know what you are thinking
didn't you JUST get back from the united states?

Yes, I did.

glad we cleared that up.

Northern Ireland is my favorite part of the UK

history lesson:

Southern Ireland is NOT part of the United Kingdom and is considered the Republic of Ireland,

an entirely different country from Northern Ireland..

except they live on the same land mass..

I will be flying into Dublin (South)

But then driving to the North.

Ireland is breathtaking.

And last time I went I forgot my camera..

So I am making a trip JUST for you

to take pictures

and show you northern Ireland.

I know.

I know.

I am so selfless and thoughtful.

I picked it..

get it?

 But seriously..

Remember this post?

About the scotland wedding..

where I made you choose an outfit for me?

Well I did it.

I purchased one of those dresses..

and a hat.

and shoes.

And honestly,

I couldn't have done it without you.

I read every single comment

and took into consideration a lot of the concerns you had..

and I made my decision.

That is what blogging is about..

having a world of people at your finger tips to make crucial decisions for you.

I mean,

that was a life altering post.

clearly.

Pick the wrong dress to a Scotland castle wedding

and you might as well not bother ever coming back to the UK again.

Oh...

you want to know what I picked?

You will find out first week of August.

When I post pictures from the wedding.

I am doing this for you.

teaching you patience..

I am going to be a good mom.

(actually I just think it would be more fun to have it revealed with pictures of me in it..

so really I'm just selfish. let's be honest)

Weekend view

ice cream=happiness; warm enough weather for ice cream=miracle

fountains turned into swimming pools...totally normal. kids swimming in clothes..also apparently normal..but adults swimming in fountains in their clothes..not really that normal.

my elbow has a mind of its own. I also lost my mouth. i found it again in the chip bag. dont worry.

Whilst at the park

I came across some young teens "playing" in the trees.

And by young teens I mean like 11 or 12.

I sat on a bench and listened to their conversation.

like a creep.

this is what i heard:

Kid1: James is horny with hannah

Kid1: Hannah have sex with me. pleeeaaseee. 

come on Hannah. 

Kid2: B-word B-word B-word

and scene.

I bought a white blazer the other day
I am actually wearing it during that picnic
you just cant see it because I didn't like any of the photos with it on.
So you will just have to imagine until a better photo emerges.
The suspense is killing me too.

post script:

Blog and I had a little work done. Brooke is seriously the bomb.com This is round two of working with her, and I fully intend on one day moving onto round three with her...and four...and five..and then you know..in the future when we live inside blogger full time and run around in blogger fields together...my fields will look goooood.

I am in England

I am.back.

In England that is.

Totally, and utterly jet lagged.

Going from West to East is basically like traveling through the fiery pits of hell.

At least what I would imagine it to be like..

I've never been there..

fingers crossed.

The flight was horrid.

I did not have a row to myself.

I am still in awe of how the girl in the middle kept falling asleep..

I should have taken her drugs.

I did however pay $55 to be able to wait in the VIP lounge at LAX airport.

Worth every single penny.

Good thing i was wearing a blazer.

I made some friends with a UCLA prof and a football player..

and some guy whose dad I'm pretty sure is like the president of Abu Dhabi..

they were not flying economy with me...

They also did not pay to bump me to first class..

rude...

I knew I should of worn heels.

And now I am back.

And I miss American food.

So I made myself a cake.

and then I passed out for 24 hours.

CHANGE it up

You will be reading this post while I am above your heads.

I am watching you.....

I am on a plane heading back to England after spending three weeks in California.

aka eating food.

I will not be returning to the US of A until December.

Don't cry.

We will still talk.

I promise.

But you wont get photos of In-N-Out or Taco Bell for awhile..

:::gasp:::

:::stroke:::

^that is me gently stroking your back as you sob.

But lets turn that frown right side round and help some folks..

whatya say??

Ashley from The Shine Project is starting an UH-mazing organization to help inner city high school kids be able to go to College.

Having previously worked with foster youth as well as in a homeless house,

I know how much organizations like Ashley's are needed.

Change for Change is launching TODAY

right this second.

here is the deal:

People all over the country will have change jars to put their leftover money in for three months, 
and then cash it in to the scholarship fund.

And we all know people,

especially in the states (America)

don't use change.

So let's team up.

and make a difference.

visit Ashley for more information on how you can help.