the sanest lunatic you'll ever meet I'm Megan, twenty-three years old, supertemp/substitute teacher/expert text answerer by day, Anglophile fangirl by night. (And secretly during the day, too, just don't tell my employers.) I have a BA in Creative Writing, which is not the same as a BA in English, and if you quote Avenue Q at me, I will frown disapprovingly. (Okay, it is the same as a BA in English, it just sounds fancier.) I grew up in a little town in the Midwest, went to a little Midwestern liberal arts college, and am now doing my best to escape from the heartland. I once spent five fabulous months living in Edinburgh, with a view of Arthur's Seat from my bedroom window, and consider Scotland to be my home at heart. I also left parts of my two upper front teeth on the Isle of Skye in a much, much less glamorous story.
My moods are ever-changing, and I have my own unique sense of humour, so be warned - I might be light and playful one moment, but sombre and moody the next. (Or I can have a bizarre silly moment in the middle of one of my depressed moods - it all depends, really.) I also have a fine appreciation for the art of the rant.
And I abuse adverbs like there's no tomorrow.
The fandomish: Doctor Who/Torchwood, Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes, Neil Gaiman/Terry Pratchett, Tamora Pierce, Temeraire, Star Wars, Arrested Development, Dead Like Me, an assortment of video games and other science fiction/fantasy books