So I see you want to know more about me...

I was born at 11:02pm on February 11th, 1987 in St. David's Hospital in Austin, Texas. I was originally planned to be named "Elizabeth" (and would have been named "Beth"), but when the doctor brought it to my mother's attention that "Elizabeth Montgomery" was the lady from "Bewitched," it was changed to Megan. Hence, Megan Page Montgomery.

And so I grew up in the small town of Bastrop, Texas for the first few years of my life. My security object was a blanket of hearts. It was my second skin for about 8 years of my life. Whenever I was without it, I felt naked. Whenever I would go over to my dad's house and I left it accidentally there, I would freak out and he would ship it over as fast as he could.

I began kindergarten at St. Austin's School in Austin shortly after my mother married my stepfather. This is where I met my best friend, Betty (who still remains a great friend to this day). Instead of playing kickball with the other kids, I preferred playing on the playground and messing with the tire swing. After school I would climb on top of the monkey bars and would talk to people below or beckon them to come up. However, one time while I was getting down, I slipped and landed on my back. That wasn't fun.

My first celebrity crush was Jonathan Taylor Thomas. The first CD I ever bought was "Dangerous" by Michael Jackson. My first boy-in-my-class crush was Tommy Hughes in the 5th grade. Of course he never liked me and sometimes I look back and wonder why I even liked him in the first place. Go figure.

After going to the Renaissance festival in the 6th grade, I became obsessed with things which laced up and the whole Renaissance style. I began to wear lots of black. Lots of black. I don't know what drew me to it except the fact it was a pretty colour.

In the 8th grade, something horrible happened which makes me cry still to this day. And as I write this, it ironically is the anniversary of said happening (February 7th). That throughly affected the coming years.

So then I proceeded to attend St. Michael's Academy in Austin. There were good times and times both. By this time, I had decided I was not Catholic anymore and proceeded to look for my own path. I'll let you know when I'm fully out of the woods.

And since I try to block out many happenings of high school out of my mind, I shall spare you this.

However, in the second half of my junior year, I met a very wonderful man. We were (and still are) friends for a while. He moved away for a while at the beginning of my senior year, and came back at the end. The beginning of my freshman year of college, we started seeing each other, and have been together ever since. Happiness.

If I think of anything else, I'll be sure to write more.