My Favorite Breakfast

Okay, so everyone should know at this point that I'm a morning person at heart. That having been said, my favorite meal of the day would be breakfast. So today is the day that I share with the world my favorite thing to make for breakfast.

Imagine a toasted bagel, usually a plain one. Cut that in half. On the bottom half, add Tofurkey. (Why yes, everyone in this house except for me is a vegetarian...) On top of that, scrambled eggs with melted cheese on top. On top of that, add Tapatio. (No meal is ever complete without some form of hot sauce. i find that with this particular meal, Tapatio complements the taste of the Tofurkey best. Now, I only have like 5 hot sauces in my collection or whatever, so I guess there's probably something better out there for this meal.) Now imagine the lonely top half of this bagel that has yet to have been used. now use your imagination to add cream cheese to that. Add that top half to the rest of the stuff piled on the bottom. The sandwich is complete. And I usually enjoy this beauty with a glass of soy milk on a sunny day or a mug of green tea on a gloomy day.

So yeah, I know that this sounds like some obese, foodie journal entry, but I think someone had to finally pay some respect to the best breakfast sandwich ever. So yeah...NO REGRETS.

Rage Against The System/Hook A Brother Up

I am so upset right now! It is taking my books like 5 years for me to get them and I need them for class. I have two exams on Monday and only one of the books for the classes. Luckily, the one book I have is for my chem class, which I'm not doing stellar in. I get the material, but my attendance has been an issue. I've been sick and that lecture hall does no good for me. Imagine being sick as it is and then going into this room with 200 students, a boring professor, no windows, and no air conditioning. I almost die every time. Honestly, I dream of dropping that class, but I need the credit so I have to be there. So anyways, I'm upset about these textbooks. On a random note though, my hair smells great today. I don't know what happened, but I was in my math lecture and I caught a wiff of my hair, and it was like cocaine.

Speaking of math class, I have an awesome story to tell and it won't be a long one. I was in math just not long ago and the professor was asking the girl next to me a question. She was completely lost and the professor was kind of hounding her on it. So, I quietly whispered the answers to her and all was well. When the teacher was focusing on another student for the next problem, the girl next to me said thanks and I said that I'm always down to hook a brother up. Fifteen minutes later (or something like that) my stomach let out this monster growl because I hadn't eaten all day. (it was actually kind of embarrassing...) The girl next to me (same chick) looked at me and I explained. She reached into her bag, pulled out 1/2 a PB & J, gave it to me, and said,"you hook a brother up, I hook a brother up." Moral of the story? Always hook a brother up because you may need that brother to hook you up one day.

I love the internet/Dear Johan...

Okay, fist and foremost, I love the internet so much. When someone posts a picture or a post of them being a blatant idiot, I can just laugh. I mean, since the internet came around, I always have something to do. Like if I'm having a bad day, I can just sit around and laugh at the stupidity of others in my age group. It's just so convenient. 

NEXT ORDER OF BUSINESS.

Dear Johan,

          You are terrible at trolling my blog. I give a severe lack of fucks. But as a side comment, I don't care that Hellogoodbye is so ten years ago. I STILL HOLD ON. 

Sincerely,

Megan Sara Cobb

P.S.: I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Best Weekend Ever/R.I.P. Sean Deehan

So next Friday will possibly be one of the best nights of my life. Why? Because I'm having one of my many lifelong dreams fulfilled. I'm going to see West Side Story on stage!!!! My boyfriend Kyle and I have amazing seats for the orchestra section at the Orange County Performing Arts Center!  And as if that' not enough awesomeness in one weekend, my father, my grandfather, my friend Ben and I have AMAZING seats to the Angel's game on 9/11! Our seats are like 13 rows behind 3rd base! :)

Now, on a far more serious note, I'd like to give my condolences to the Deehan family. Sean was an amazing person and I know that one of the better people on this Earth has been lost. I could go on to say cliche things like "death is just another part of life" or whatever, but I think that those are the most ineffective words ever. However, some cliche words that I always find effective are that perhaps you should take the time to live your life and appreciate those around you. Tons of people die everyday and you're never going to know who dies next. Life is a beautiful thing and the beautiful people in it should not be taken for granted.

Spending the day with Bethany!

She's probably going to hate on me for uploading this picture, but it's my favorite picture of us. And to anyone who doesn't like it, too bad. But yeah, we're going to head up to her dad's girlfriend's (Clare) house. We're all going to chill, eat steak, and go swimming. Is it awesome? Yes. Am I going to have a total blast? Yes. And then later, I'm going to be spending the night elsewhere. I'll update on that when I have more time to write a post. (I'm in a bit of a rush to get ready at the moment.) Anyways, in the meantime and in between time, I part you with a video that plays an awesome song that I can listen to over and over and over again. 

A random rant on the horrors of mildew

Mildew is like acne. Everyone knows how to contract it, but once you have it, no matter what solution you try, you seem to be screwed over. At least, that's how I feel right now. I was just cleaning the bathroom and I look down and I see this spot. This spot of disgusting terror. A SPOT OF MILDEW. And this thing is like a cleaning freak's nightmare. Who the hell knows how to get rid of this stuff? I mean, I tried some spray, but this stain rebelled. I'm not going to aim to tackle this part of the bathroom right now because it's 11:20ish, but this will definitely happen tomorrow. IT IS GOING DOWN.

On a random side note, someone viewed my blog from Germany! (My dash tells me these statistical things.)  Sooooo.....guten tag!!!! :)

An Introduction.

Hi, my name is Megan. I'm 18 years old and I live in a small town by the name of Tustin. Even though this town is located in Southern California, it's different than the rest. People come here to live here, have families here, grow old here, and die here. It's not much like Los Angeles or San Diego. Those places are filled with people who come and go; they're places that are continually thriving with livelihood. Here, people know each other. They stay with their neighborhoods and probably belong to some church. And yeah, sure this place sounds cute and sweet, but there's not much going on for a teenager with reasonable morals.

I'm not going to sit here and indulge in telling my entire life story. Instead, I will start from when I was 13 or 14. Don't worry, I'll make this quick. That was when I became a freshman at Foothill High School. More importantly, that's when I became a freshman in the Foothill High School Band. :) I spent four years developing who I was in that group and having friends that will hopefully last me a lifetime. I traveled to Hawaii with that group (and screwed up while I was there/on the way home) and even went with the group to achieve two sweepstakes trophies in marching events. I love the band with all my heart.

However, I have graduated high school and have began the next chapter in my life: college. I attend Orange Coast College (OCC) in Costa Mesa and that's that. I live in a small apartment with my brother Jake and my mother Stephanie. I guess you could say that if you walked in through the front door, you could tell that this place is lived in. There's a messy pile of shoes, a couch that looks exhausted from massive usage, a TV, and one of the keys to my life: my Xbox 360. Go into my room and it looks about the same.

It is time for change. And realistically, there is no better time than now. I am changing the way I live in every aspect. I mean, if I weren't, then this blog wouldn't be titled Extreme Makeover: Life Edition, now wouldn't it? I'm not asking for a bunch of followers, roaring views, or internet fame. Hell, I'm not asking for any reader period. All I'm asking for is a place to document my failures and my achievements. So, here goes nothing.

*Note: This blog will contain content you may or may not want to read. Expect honesty. Expect some swearing. Expect anything and everything.