I got lost....not really...that's just an excuse to saying I'm lazy.

Hello my fellow reader-ians. Sadly, it seems that the Megablog has imploded into nothingness since I finished my Intro to Journalism class. AND (that's a "yes, and" dedicated to my new friend, Miss Patti Digh) I am happy to say that you should not fret because Megablog is blasting off once again.
So...to start off, I should probably tell you that if you were to pass me on the street, I probably wouldn't look the same. No, no, not that, you dirty pervert. Dun dun dun!!!! Megan Bauerle is no longer blonde...or dirty blonde...or w/e you call it.


During that nasty storm a few days ago, God reached down and tapped me on the shoulder, saying, "Megan Bauerle, kidnap your roommate, Becca Kuhlmann and go to Walmart in the middle of a tornado watch AND severe thunderstorm warning and dye your hair." So I listened.

Oh, and since I gave a little dedication to Miss Patti, I would also like to give a shout out to her partner in crime, David, and OF COURSE, my long lost twin, Megan.

Royal Pain

So according to Facebook it looks like I'm the only one with my alarm NOT set to watch the wedding of someone I personally don't know at FOUR A. M. Ok I'm done. :)

Mobility

I would like to dedicate this post to Miss Shanna Carter, who sparked my interest in the topic of mobility. While sitting here eating Honey Nut Cheerios and watching Sex and the City, the always wonderfully witty Carrie Bradshaw once again caught my ear. And her words even matched with what I was planning on talking about, which is the fact of how fast our technology has moved.
"I don't believe in email, I believe in the old fashioned call him and hang up.....I'm not getting email just to talk to him." (Carrie) "It's not just to talk to him, you can shop online." ...then something about porn online, as well. Of course this scene ended up with Samantha talking about fake nipples. Go figure.
Miss Shanna suggested this topic to me telling me how hard it used to be to go up and talk to a friend about something, then came MSN...then texting...then "the mighty Facebook"....and now she can do it all from her smart phone :) yes, how the world has changed.

24-hour news good??

So living in a mobile and unstable economy in my mind is a set up for disaster. People want new news available whenever they want, but the slightest sign of bad news causes chaos. My dad is an international pilot for Delta Air Lines and has been flying Pacific routes lately. My family and I weren't sure exactly where he was at the time of the second earthquake that hit Japan, but we knew he was on a trip. These 24-hour news stations were playing up how horrible even this earthquake was and because of this my friends were freaking out when I said my dad was somewhere over there. First off, it's not weird that multiple times I literally have no idea where in the world my father is. Secondly, yeah, when I found out he was actually in China at the time of this 8-point-something quake I was a little nervous, but his reaction made me feel better. He called my mom the day after and said he was fine and "it was really nothing". So I guess the big question is, are the news stations taking any possibly big news story and making it huge? Or is my dad just saying that it's all good because he didn't die? Who knows. Whether people like it or not, we are becoming a mobile society and because the media will get some things wrong in the setting of a 24-hour news cycle, the people are going to have to deal with a few mess ups every now and then.

Repeat...

So here's a re-post. Being sick in college is NOT fun. And yes, to all my adoring fans, I AM ALIVE. So my brother in high school is sick as well, and with missing about a week of class due to illness as well as various activities, he's fine. Me? I miss three days of classes and I am finding myself writing deep, passionate, please-don't-fail-me emails and planning long, you-are-amazing speeches to my professors, in addition to catching up with normal work AND doing extra credit work. Life is rough. I want summer.

Patience

No. I am not going to be busting out into a cheesy Nick Lachey song...yet. So today is the Monday back from spring break and campus reeks of lazy college kids who just want to go back to sleep. And apparently the weather has a hangover, too. Is it rain? Is it snow? No one knows...
After a euphoric and adventurous journey to the east, full of dog-sitting, drained bank accounts, and being kidnapped by a ninja in a polka-dot thong, I finally began my antagonizing trip back to Nebraska...via standby flying. Yuck. Years ago it was no problem for my whole fam to hop on a plane and fly to visit our friends and family (my dad's a pilot, so we fly for free, but we're not guaranteed a seat), but after the airlines started loosing money they had to fill up the planes to make up for the money. The last fews trips I've taken almost every flight has been oversold. Although my mother tried explaining the thought process behind purposely overselling flights, I still don't understand it. It's called stress people: no one likes it. Especially standby passengers. Ok ok, Mom, yes it's a fun adventure and I should just not worry about missing a flight and enjoy the ride...and the extra moolah put into my bank account for a cinnamon dolce latte at Starbucks. However, when my boyfriend is sitting at the airport in Omaha waiting for an hour because of my delayed flight (darn peanut truck), then there's a problem.
So the purpose of my title of "Patience" was portrayed in a stranded flight attendant I happened to run into in the Raleigh-Durham airport. After my 8:30 flight to Atlanta had been oversold and therefore I was unable to jump on, I was doing some Sudoku by the gate and a flight attendant walked up to the table. I knew she wasn't working the table because of her different uniform...apparently I'm a nerd. Whatever. Well, she was on the computer trying to check flights and a man walked up to the counter and started pouring out his problems to her. "Sir, I'm sorry. I don't work here...I'm a flight attendant." After he got the message that she couldn't help him, he left...but a few seconds later another man walked up to her. She gave him the same message. Then another one. And about five more behind him. While I was sitting there trying so hard not to laugh, the flight attendant was able to keep her cool and calmly explain to every single one of the people that came up to the desk that she was unable to assist them. The funny thing was, everyone in line was on some sort of device...phone...ipod...whatever. They were so enthralled in their mobile devices that they were unaware of the fact that this woman had just said "sorry I can't help you" to the guy right in front of him. Before I could give kudos to this flight attendant for not exploding on this hoard of people, she found her flight and left the gate.
Yup. That's pretty much my story. Oh, and I made it back to Omaha that day, catching a secret flight out of Atlanta. The fact that the lady at the gate called it secret made it that much more awesome when I got on. Perhaps I had become the ninja? No polka-dot thong though. I don't like butt floss.
So to close I will leave you with some inspiring words......Cause I Need time My heart is numb, has no feeling So while I'm still healing Just try and have a little patience......

Applications

Ok this is going to be a really short post...more of just a random media related thought. I am filling out an application and all it asks for as far as somehow to get a hold of me is my email and my CELL phone. Not home phone. Not work phone. Not even "phone" in general. But CELL phone. Just stating more of the advancement of mobile communications, I supposed.