Ok…I admit it. I’m a girl that doesn’t understand girls.

That being said, let me explain further.

All of the best friends I’ve ever had have been girls and I absolutely LOVE/NEED my girl time.  You just can’t beat drinking some wine with your best girl friends and telling ridiculous stories about your life/fam/boyfriends.

BUT it seems 90% of the time when someone annoys me, it’s a girl

1) Territorial

Girls can be insanely territorial, especially when it comes to ‘their’ group of guys. This is something that I WILL never be able to wrap my head around. I LOVE meeting new people. I don’t care what gender/ethnicity/religion/sexuality you are. I’ve pretty much always been this way. My friends are always cracking up about it because numbers I’ll get at the end of the evening will be for cool chick-a-dees I’ve met (in a non-sexual way) then for a bunch of dudes (pre-bf of course). Other girls aren’t necessarily always this way. They see other girls as a ‘threat’ and act in the BITCHIEST way possible to establish their ‘stomping grounds.’ It’s pretty much the equivalent of a dog pissing on a tree and that’s how I see those girls when they act that way. You don’t know me, so why be bitchy to me right off the bat because I am around your guy friends? EESH!

Perfect example of this: One of my brothers is a year and a half older than me but due to his late bday he was only in the grade above me in school.  When we got to High School I became a ‘little sister’ to his entire VERY tight-knit group of guy friends. They picked on me and took care of me like I was family.

A year after they had graduated and I was living down in San Diego, 5 or so of the boys moved into a house together and the rest were over there pretty much 24/7. They met new girls in their classes, bars, etc that didn’t go to our high school and didn’t know about me.  When I would come home and visit I would walk in the door to yells of “MEGANNN!” and get engulfed in hugs (have I mentioned how much I freaking love these boys?!). The girls of the week that were over would STARE. ME. DOWN. Looks of “who is this bitch” were written ALL over their faces, especially when I showed up for a quick visit without my friends. Because I knew these little girlies would not last I found the entire thing funny.

They would do such childish stuff as leave a room I walked into and purposefully ignore me whenever I spoke.  That is until one of them called me “Little Corbett” and then the girls would do a complete 180. I’d get “Oh. My. God!” (yes I grew up and currently reside in ‘the valley’ so that was said with the classic ‘valley girl’ accent) “You’re Danny’s sister?!” They would then kiss my ass and ask m all sorts of questions.

Basically, the second I was no longer a ‘threat’ it was ok to treat me like a normal human being. I don’t understand this logic. How is acting like a mega-bitch a turn on to a dude? Like honestly though?! And regardless of that fact you could be being a bitch to a potential awesome friend. This leads me into the #2 reason why I don’t understand girls

2) Insecurities

Some girls let their insecurities turn them into crazed psychopaths. Don’t get me wrong, I have my share of insecurities just like everyone but I don’t let that dictate whom I treat with respect. It is turn that most of the time when a girl doesn’t like another girl they don’t know that well it is because they are jealous in some way.  They will stop at NOTHING to rip this girl to shreds in order to make themselves feel better.  If a girl is smarter, wealthier, prettier, more popular or successful they MUST BE DESTROYED!

Ok, maybe not that dramatic but you get the picture. I hate standing around listening to women put each other down with words like “whore” and “slut” when that said person did absolutely nothing to them.

Jealousy is an UGLY UGLY thing my friend and let’s face it women have it hard enough in this world with all the double standards and glass ceilings that we don’t really need to be adding to that (ok, off my feminist soap box. Boys, continue reading). I’ve acting in this manner before and when I think back on it, it disgusts me. Whenever I feel the green monster coming out and I turn it into “That girl would be rad to be friends with” or “I have such kickass friends.” Be PROUD of the people you surround yourself with. Trust me, life is way more fun that way than surrounded by a bunch of ugly, stupid, lazy lemmings.

3) The “Guy’s Girl”

An automatic red flag when I meet another girl is if they say to me within the first 1/2 hour that they “get along better with guys.” Not that that isn’t true for a lot of women (myself included sometimes) BUT the ones that are the most vocal about this are usually the ones that don’t necessarly get along better with guys but don’t know HOW to get along with other women.

These are the man-hungry, back-stabbing, stop at nothing to get their way girls. They don’t know how to see women as friends but rather obstacles in their way. I’ve been known to feel pity for the girlfriend-less girls and befriend them only to get massively backstabbed in the end.

Not worth it my friends, STAY AWAY!

Basically what I’m TRYING to say is. Ladies, let’s just all be friends. All that hate and anger being gone will just feel oh-so-much better!


Roomie of 4 years and all around amazing girl. San Diego would have been a lot less fun without my Meag!

My ‘L’ and my ‘K’ Best Friends for 6ish years. They keep me sane :)

Kimmy K! My  #1 Vegas buddy and sweetest girl you’ll find!

There is soooo much more to write but I will save that for a part 2 someday.


Since it’s Father’s Day I figured it only fitting to write a Father’s Day inspired post.

To say I’m a “Daddy’s Girl” seems like such a understatement. My dad is the most amazing person I have ever (and will probably ever) know. He gives his all to his family and NEVER complains. I am forever grateful for the values that he has given me

The fam Christmas ’07

1) Independence – My dad has always raised his kids to be independent, ESPECIALLY his daughters (I’m the youngest of four, 2 boys and 2 girls). When I was growing up he used to always say “only YOU can make yourself happy.” While I did not understand that at the time, I completely understand it now. In order to spread the love and happiness around that we all have, we first need to find it in ourselves. This value has helped me SO much in my relationship. While I WANT to be with my boyfriend, I don’t NEED to be with him. That tiny, but very important distinction, has made my relationship strong. I don’t rely on him for ANYTHING. I work hard each and every day for the things in my life that I want (hello NEW macbook!) and then am happy when I get to share those things with Charlie. I’m so grateful that my father taught me the importance of self-reliance and education in a world where sometimes love isn’t forever (even though he and my mom have been married for 35 years!)

2) Confidence – I had so many issues in this department growing up. I was never sure of myself and always expected failure to come my way. My dad believed in me way before I could even grasp that concept. He would also tell me how ‘proud’ of me he was and how ‘smart and beautiful’ I am. If I ever tried to contradict him he would get upset with me. At the same time he also showed me the fine line between between being cocky and being confident. To this day I have NO idea how much money my dad makes. It was NEVER discussed in my household but he was proud of the business that he had built and being a partner in his accounting firm. It taught me to be proud in everything that I do but don’t expect the world to be at my feet, you have to work for it.

3) The Value of Money – I always had allowance growing up and if I didn’t do my chores than I wouldn’t have money that weekend to go to the movies or the mall or whatever tween thing I was doing. I have been working since I was 14 and had jobs all throughout college. BUT if say my car broke down, and it was WAY too much money to fix, he would cover it no questions asked. This made me realize the importance of saving and working hard for my money but if I was ever in a bind he would be there for me. I think the latter has made me appreciate him that much more and refuse to ask for money for anything short of absolutely necessary.

Cheersing me with a Patron shot at my going away party in ’09

Basically I love my dad and consider myself so incredibly lucky to have such a strong male figure in my life.



Why did I make a life list?

I explained it a little in the section itself but wanted to go more into detail and let you guys inside my head a little bit (scary, I know!)

I used to be content with just floating by in life. I never wanted to do anything out of the ordinary and was thoroughly content being a homebody.  I know a lot of this had to do with my battle with anxiety (massive post on that coming soon) but also my fear of failure. My theory used to be, if you don’t try, then you can’t fail. It makes me so sad to think of that now.

This theory on life did a complete 180 when I studied abroad in Australia for 6 months and was voluntarily forced out of my comfort zone. To be honest with you I don’t even know why I decided to do it. It didn’t seem real until I was actually getting off the airplane in Sydney.

Granted Australia isn’t a crazy change from home (same language, weather, customs) but being in a place where I knew no one empowered me. I could be WHOEVER I wanted to be. Planner Megan took a backseat to Spontaneous Megan. A lot of this had to do with my travel  buddy Ashley (which is another story for another time). She is one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. She never says no to anything (in a good way, not in a ‘walk all over me way’) and lives by the seat of her pants.

She FORCED me to not book a hostel until we got into the city we were visiting and we would just ‘wing’ everything the whole time.  You have to understand that I needed to plan EVERYTHING out. Like seriously guys, EVERYTHING. So not knowing where I was going to sleep for a night was not something that I was comfortable with…like at all! But seeing her excitement on life rubbed off on my and by the end I was:

sleeping in airports

bungy jumping the 2nd tallest bungy in the world

going down white water rapids on a boogie board

and just LIVING LIFE.

This girl truly changed my life forever.


I dont ever want to lose that sense of adventure which is so easy when you have a 9-5 job, boyfriend of 2 years and (amazing) friends since high school. I know longer want to not try in fear of failure but try EVERYTHING because you never know what might change your life.

Yes, not everything on the list is life changing but it is still something that I want to ACTUALLY do, instead of just SAYING I want to do. Life is SO short and I want to look back on it with NO regrets.

So let’s live out our life list together guys!


After being creative and working on other people’s sites all day, I am SO ready to work on my own. I have a ton of ideas and can’t wait to share them with you all and as much as I LOVED doing the MegCast I don’t have as much time for it anymore. I didn’t want it to feel like a chore. Plus, it’s quicker for me to get my thoughts out in blog-form so bear with me because I am not always the best writer.

I will still be doing my obsession of the week as well as posts about what is inspiring me at the moment (all of you and your blogs included). Make sure to check out my Life List (which is still in progress)

A HUGE thank you goes out to Lindsay Goldner for creating my amazing banner and helping me every time I was bitching about something being broken.

So stay tuned for far more interesting posts than this as well as more design elements!

Love you all!

I started really getting into social media my senior year of college.  Until then I only really used Facebook for personal reasons. I would tweet occasionally, mainly just to put on my resume that I knew how, and did not use any other social media platform.  Eventually though I decided to download a Twitter app for my IPhone (Echophone) and life hasn’t been the same.

I met amazing people from all over the world, with different interests and different passions. For one of my last classes at state I wrote a research paper on how social media is changing the PR world. It was then that I learned the business side of Twitter and started reading Mashable every day and signing up for all different kinds of social media just to learn more about them.

Now I am about to embark on this whirlwind road trip challenge for Chevy, along with 4 other amazing ladies.  These girls have been involved in social media longer than I have and I am learning so much from them. Although insanely intimidating to be competing alongside them I know that the experience and knowledge of this trip is going to help me so much in the field. Let’s just hope I can keep my head above water!



Originally Posted: 2/18/11

Here’s what my sister just posted on her facebook wall:

Watching 101 dalmations…..
Claire: why is the snow blowing in those poor puppies?
Me: because there’s a bilzzard.
Claire: poppin’ bottles in the ice like a blizzard.
Me: um, what?
Claire: you know, the G6 song? By 50 Cent?

Can we say amazing?!


Originally posted 1/9/11

When I realized that I would be moving back to Los Angeles after 4 1/2 years in San Diego I must admit that I was a little nervous.

I grew up in the valley…yes THAT valley. I’m a valley girl born and raised and have the slight accent to prove it. Even though the valley is part of L.A. it still always seemed like a world away. I was in my tiny little bubble always too scared to come out.

I moved down to beautiful San Diego for college and fell in love with the city. With its perfect weather and beautiful beaches I was more than happy to it call home. When my graduation date loomed near and I realized that I did not want to take a position at the internship I had, I decided that moving back to LA was my best option.  I had family, friends, boyfriend and an excited new internship possibility all back in the city that I USED to call home.

I realize now that it was the best decision I ever made. LA to me is like that old comfy sweatshirt in the back of your closet. You forget it’s there but get excited when you have a use for it and it always fits you just right.

I love the hustle and bustle of LA. I love that everyone is trying to pursue their dreams. I love that there are endless possibilities. I love that it’s incredibly diverse and you can meet people of all different nationalities. I love that at any time of the day or night you can get some AMAZING food. I love that you can always find a fun show/concert to go to. I love that there are so many different areas to explore that have completely different vibes.

Basically what I’m trying to say is that as much as I found comfort in San Diego for those 4 1/2 years…I’m really a LA girl at heart.



Originally posted 2/7/11


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