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Now that I'm done copying all my blogs from Myspace over to Blogger, I'm here to tell you a little story.  This story is copied from my friend's Facebook.  He got it from somewhere else.  It was originally written from a guy's perspective, so I took it and made it my own!  Enjoy:

So I saw this guy at a party the other night, and he was pretty sexy, and so I started wondering if he was someone who hated talking on the phone, and didn’t dance in clubs, and wasn’t interested in cars, and maybe we could fall in love right then and there, and maybe he would always kiss me hello, and always smell good, and not complain that I work too much, and give me the feeling that I can do anything, and tell me I’m good-looking, and make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world, and find it endearing instead of crazy that I love cats, and make me feel like I’m not such a square bear, and not drive an environmentally-friendly car but have a moral opposition to oil companies, and not look around all the time when we’re out at a restaurant, and never stay mad at me for too long, and say my coffee is good at least 100% of the time, and bonk my brains out with great regularity, and tell me I am a good driver, and never talk on his cell phone for too long when we’re hanging out, and not talk about his ex-girlfriends all that often, and write me silly notes sometimes, and say I’m a mystery and intriguing even after he would have known me for a while, and tell me I am completely amazing, and paint my nails on occasion, and not get mad at me when I call him when I’m drunk, and not get scared if I get really attached, and not consider it a wasted day if we never left the house, and have a pair of cuff links somewhere in his closet, and not get mad that I never remember what days he’s off, and make everything all better when I have a crappy day.

So then I tried talking to him, but it was awkward for some reason, so I went home.

What Was I Saying?

10/09/09

Two days ago I was sitting in my class, Sales Management, listening to the teacher talk about how to be a good leader.  I try to pay attention in class because I pay just about $1000 per class, but I was so freaking bored!  I do have a nice laptop, but I have banned myself from bringing it to class because I know myself, and I'd be surfing the internet, IMing, Myspacing, Facebooking, or simply playing my favorite default computer game, Minesweeper.  But, the fact that I don't bring my laptop, does not stop me from getting distracted watching other people on theirs...especially when they're up to no good.  Apple's Mac computers are especially troubling when the owner of one sits where I can see his screen.  He'll just click about to different sections, minimizing and maximizing like no other.  I'd prefer just PC users.  With them, I watch them look through their friend's pictures and look for a new horse on Craigslist, and I'd like to think the negative feeling that I experience is shock that they'd disrespect the teacher like that and be so careless about their education, but what I'm really feeling is jealousy.  I always wish I'd bring my laptop to school while I'm at school, but when I'm not, I certainly know better.  Last quarter I took two classes that took place in computer labs...not one email wasn't responded to within 5 minutes of receiving!

Another passtime I could occupy my bored self with while I'm in class is drawing.  I'm by no means a good artist, but I do like to draw things.  I did draw last quarter in my terribly boring International Marketing class, but it was just a distraction to myself and others; I did end up drawing out my latest tattoo though.  When taking notes, I have your pencil; I have your paper.  I get the urge to draw a car or a bug.  I can't though!  I will get too involved in my pictures and quite possibly get caught.

One passtime I do choose to employ instead of learning is texting.  The problem with UW Tacoma is their buildings are anti-service torture chambers!  I rarely get service in my classes...maybe it's just my shitty service provider.  But, I love a good text conversation while listening to the mythology of ancient China.  Hit me up 253-682-8162.

The real reason for this blog hasn't been revealed...I got so caught up in describing distractions that I forgot to mention it.  Maybe another time.

Go Through

06/20/09

I go through the light.
Missing the yellow.
Missing my chance.

I go through the parking lot.
Pulling in front.
Pulling my hair.

I go through the motions.
Smiling for you.
Smiling like I care.

I go through the same routine.
Dreading the morning.
Dreading the same thing.

I go through the drama.
Telling you stop.
Telling you what's up.

I go through it all.
Not wanting what I've got.
Not wanting anything.

Because of You

06/07/09

Today I got up
BECAUSE OF YOU
I checked on my phone
BECAUSE OF YOU
I got a big smile
BECAUSE OF YOU

I took some time
BECAUSE OF YOU
To look good
BECAUSE OF YOU
I'm late for work
BECAUSE OF YOU

I can't stand still
BECAUSE OF YOU
Time is slow
BECAUSE OF YOU
I clock out early
BECAUSE OF YOU

I'm getting jittery
BECAUSE OF YOU
I speed home
BECAUSE OF YOU
I wear my finest

BECAUSE OF YOU

I keep checking my phone
BECAUSE OF YOU
I have my doubts
BECAUSE OF YOU
I start to wonder
BECAUSE OF YOU

I put myself out there
BECAUSE OF YOU
I act a fool
BECAUSE OF YOU
I'm everything I hate
BECAUSE OF YOU

I take a shot
BECAUSE OF YOU
I take 8 more
BECAUSE OF YOU
I text my ex

BECAUSE OF YOU

I make bad choices
BECAUSE OF YOU
I call in sick
BECAUSE OF YOU
I feel like shit
BECAUSE OF YOU

I throw my phone
BECAUSE OF YOU
I retrieve it quick
BECAUSE OF YOU
I can't stop looking
BECAUSE OF YOU

I feel rage and joy
BECAUSE OF YOU
I make a plan
BECAUSE OF YOU
I regain my trust
BECAUSE OF YOU

I need some help
BECAUSE OF YOU
I can't sleep
BECAUSE OF YOU
I'll never forget
BECAUSE OF YOU

Woeful Wonders

05/12/09

Sometimes I don't know where I'm going to go for my break.
Sometimes I don't know whether to step back or go forward.

Sometimes I don't know what I'm doing in life.

I walk around, living life, waking up, going to work, going to sleep.  Then repeat.  Living the same thing day in and day out.  I feel like yes I do live my life.  I get out.  I have fun.  But then I realize how many hours I spend doing other things like seem pointless, like going to school, like working, like stressing out over dumb shit.  Stressing out over when he's going to text me.  Stressing out over the weird noises that my car makes.  Stressing out over when I'm going to study for my next exam.  Why do people do all these things?  Why do we live our lives daily in preparation for the future?  What's the future going to bring for me?  When I'm old I'm going to revert back to my infant days, where I have to be taken care of.  Where I have to be treated differently.  I don't want these things.  I don't know what I want.

Do you ever wake up and say to yourself, "What's the point in getting out of bed?"  Do you ever ask yourself this daily?  But then there are days when I wake up an hour before my alarm is due to go off, and I basically hop out of bed because I'm ready to get started.

Stress is terribly overrated.  There's no point in being stressed.  There's no point in being pissed or mad or sad.  Why be sad that someone couldn't come over?  What happens happens.  You can't stop it; I can't stop it.  I'm sick of all these depressing emotions from everyone around me.  I just want to be happy.  I want you to make me happy.  Sometimes I feel like no one could make me happy.  Everyone has flaws.  You don't have to learn to love those flaws; you just have to get over yourself and stop caring about each imperfection in a person, even if it is nagging at you every single day.  If you don't like how someone is, if you can't accept someone, don't associate with them.  Easy as that.

I don't want to be surrounded by misery.  I won't be your company.  If you're in my life then bring something that doesn't make me wanna commit suicide on your head. HA!

Contradicting Weekend

05/10/09

Friday night:  I just got paid.  Not that it really has to do with anything because I don't need another paycheck to have fun.  10 PM comes so I finally get to bounce out of work, anxious to get to the party.  Getting out of my suit and into normal clothes takes a matter of seconds.  I chat with Tia and Mia until Andre is ready, then we head on over to the house.

I get somewhat lost getting to James' since I've only been there twice, and it's dark.  We pull up, get out, recognize people, head inside, and chill.  There aren't too many people at this party, not even a dozen, but it's exactly what I want:  a small group of people that I can kick it with for hours and not regret a single thing.  Chaos starts ensuing as the night flies by, ending with a beatdown of Shantelle by 3 men.  They all love every moment of it.  We finally agree to leave.  The sky is lightening as I drive my best friend and Andre home at 5 AM.



...



Saturday night:  I just took sleeping pills.  I may not need them because I woke up at 11 AM, giving me a mere 5 hours of sleep, which is about half of what I usually get.  10 PM comes so I stagger out of work, ready to go to sleep.  I cut many corners in preparing for bed.  I simply can't handle the overwhelming power of a sleeping pill after a night of bad quality sleep.

I get up the next morning at 5 AM, just 24 hours after my crazy night out.  The snooze button allows me to get out of bed at 5:30.  I get up, get dressed warmly, head outside, and run.  There aren't too many signs of life out in the chilly morning air:  a few crows and one car with teenage boys jamming out to loud bass cross my path in the half hour I spend on the move.  Further and longer I go, thinking to myself, "What else is better that I can be doing?" so I think about how I can extend my jog.  My body catches up with my mind, and my legs slow to a walk for a minute or so.  I love every moment of it all.  I finally reach home.  The sky is lightened as I finish my preparation for my shift at the hotel at 7 AM.

The Best for Anti-Stress

05/02/09

I just want to go through some of the things I do to relieve my stress, not that anyone really cares.  This is more for myself, but if you want to add or subtract anything, keep it to yourself let me know:

1. Run:  This is my number one because I find the most stressful part of most days are waking up and getting ready.  It's all just a routine, you know, take a shower, make coffee, brush teeth, but I always find myself in a time crunch, asking myself, "What should I cut out of my routine today so I can get to [insert shitty place here] on time?"  With all this running around trying to do all that I can in as little time as possible, I like to add on actual running around.  The block that is.  The first thing I do when I wake up is run, always without my contacts though.  Not being able to fully see my surroundings helps me to not fully feel the pain that comes with exercise.  Running may hurt, may take your breath away, it may even make you puke, but when done correctly, it's just a good ol' stress reliever.  For me at least.

2. Listen:  To music!  I also do this while traveling to [insert shitty place here].  Blare the music, take a deep breath, and belt it out.  I don't let people next to me on the road ruin my performance.  If I look like a total fool, good because my stress diffuses as my foolishness grows. 

3. Lay:  After a stressful day at work, when the weather is nice at night still (I get off at 10 PM =/), I like to get home, take my suit and all, a pillow, and walk onto my roof.  That's where I lay back and relax.  Enjoying the night time noises is something that is just relaxing.  Looking at the stars is nice.  The big dipper always reminds me of something; I'm not quite sure what it really reminds me of, but seeing the constellation in outer space brings me back to Earth, which is usually what I need after a rough day at work.

Poem: "The Life of the Careless"

05/02/09

The Life of the Careless

Walking down the path

To the lake

Where moonlit water

Will be met

Where a light breeze

Will slowly blow

Where a hush exists

I only bet

Slowly circle

The waterlogged

Seeing shadows

Among the pine

Seeing creatures

Of the night

Seeing not much

After nine

A noise disturbs

The quietness

Look to see

Where it’s from

Look to the left

Only a leaf

Look to the right

You feel numb
A hefty strange

Lurks within

Doing as it

Does

Doing what it

Likes to do

Doing it

Because
Run like hell

The other way

No meeting such

A scare

No knowing of

The happening

No feeling

Any care

7 Sagas of Sin

04/19/09

This is something that I've been thinking about doing for a little while.  It puts together a few of the things I love:  Fight Club, being a hater, and bringing justice to the world!


I am an unread text message.  In a moment's time, the husband of the woman I am meant for will curiously open me since my source's name "Thomas" doesn't ring a bell.  My contents will allow the husband to finalLy have some resolUtion in life:  he knowS the truTh.  Yet, disarray is ahead for the married couple with the inevitable drawn out divorce.


I am a KFC employee.  I will take the order of the next Alabaman who is more than twice what he should weigh.  I will serve this man over a day's worth of calories in chicken that he will finish while watchinG his 500 channeLs after flopping down on the coUch.  The worst part of iT is The walk tO his sedaN will be the most activity he does todaY.


I am the waterfall, rushing water down and taking back up for another round.  I am an unnatural form of nature; I defy meaning.  My maker was paid more for my creation than the average worker in Sudan makes in a year.  I am the second waterfall on my owners' property.  AlthouGh my owneRs clEarly has evErything they coulD ever want, they'll never have true love, true friends, or true happiness.


I am the empty film case, formerly filled with marijuana.  My consumer will inhale toxic fumes so often that he no longer feels, no longer careS.  He wiLl lounge arOund, failing aT life, smoking anytime He can get his hands on the drug.  After a large score of cheap weed, he will be high Friday night until Monday morning, doing nothing except running from his problems.  He doesn't realize until the haze fades that his yellow labrador didn't eat all weekend.


I am the red 2005 Ford Mustang.  My driver pushes me to the limit, always holding down my gas pedal relentlessly.  I can outrace most cars since I am customed out for speed.  As a Honda Civic cuts in front of me, barely far enough from my front bumper, my driver gets enraged and pushes the gas pedal a little harder.  My tires can't handle the speed and the rain, so I slip.  I do a full 360 and cause a multi-car Wreck.  FoRtunAtely my driver didn'T Have a gun.


I am the $10 purse just purchased from Target.  Although I have the same function as a more expensive bag, I create a problem for my owner.  She notices another carrying a Prada.  While she doesn't know thE Prada's owNer, she Views her instantlY as a snob.


I am the ring that marks my wearer as rich and married.  My wearer will flash my stone to anyone who has eyes and tell of my class to anyone willing to listen.  I represent love and commitment even if my wearer shows anything but.  It's a good thing my wearer hasn't seen me for what I really am, a fake, though this is exactly what my PurchaseR, the husband, has fInally DeemEd his wife.

Done.

The End of the Quarter

03/15/09

Tomorrow starts finals week for most universities.  Therefore, tonight is full of cramming.  I am not one who consistently leaves a ton of shit to do for the last minute (at least I don't want to be this person), but by the end of the quarter, I feel like I have a million things to finish.  Last week I had the big projects due:  a 12 page paper, 10 minute presentation, 6 page paper.  This week, I have tests.  Three tests that I don't want to study for.  I'm not much of a study-er anyways, although I demand straight A's out of myself.  I'm more of a retain-er; the information I take in doesn't usually require a second time around of learning.  Except for my management class.

The class, quite frankly, is awful!  The teacher is extremely boring (oxymoronic phrase?), and I have a hard time staying awake from 6:30 to 8:35 PM.  The teacher has admitted to talking "like a choo-choo train."  But, she makes no attempt to fix her dull way of teaching.  The subject really isn't that interesting anyways.  I don't really need to know how to reward employees.  I don't give a tiny rat's ass.  The managers I've had during my working life clearly haven't taken a management course like this one.  There's way too much thinking involved.  Most managers just start at the bottom and work their way up.  Who really gets hired as a manager with no experience in the industry but a degree in management?  And just to clarify, this management course is required of all business students.  There's no way I'm doing it for fun.

So I've read the chapters that will be on the management final, but they are SO boring...just like the teacher.  I know that I'll have to reread, take notes, and actually study, which usually is just redundant for me.  But, I can't go getting lower than a 3.0 on the final.

Another thing that ruins this whole planned-studying shit is my friend, Beth.  She just arrived from Utah for a two week visit.  I know that if she wants to hang out tonight, I will probably fall into her trickery.  She won't actually try to convince me to leave; I'll do so willingly.  But, I've always been the kind of person who thinks up things that must be done mid-chapter in my finance or other boring text book.  I'm easily distractable when it comes to homework.

Lately, I've heard a couple people say, "Everything will come together," or some version of that phrase.  And I must admit that I hate that phrase.  Yes, everything most likely will come together, but it's not that simple.  Hard work will be emitted to ensure the coming together.  It is nice to look at predicaments with optimism, but I am simply not that kind of person.  I'm a realist.  I know everything will come together, everything will work out, everything will BE fucking FINE, but don't make it sound so simple.  You are underestimating that amount of work that must be put in AND consequently the amount of work that will be put in.

This tangent has gone on for long enough.  Spring break, here I come!!

Cheaters Never Prosper

03/01/09

My name is Brittny, and I have never cheated.

How many of you can say the same?

Although I've never been in a serious relationship, I still see the consequences of cheating.  It's wrong!  There is no excuse.  I've known people who cheat because they're in a loveless marriage, their husband abuses them, they're bored, they don't like monogamy, or even if your husband, wife, boyfriend, or girlfriend is cheating on you!  Nothing justifies cheating.  And when I say cheating, I mean without your significant other's knowledge of the extramarital affair.  I don't know about those of you with "open relationships."

Not long ago, my friend told me about her wild drunken night with a bunch of people including her boyfriend.  She told me that at one point she kissed a different guy.  I thought this was funny because I'm not fond of her boyfriend, but when I told my sister, my dad overheard and reminded me that cheating is wrong.  I was a little taken aback by his response.  I needed to be reminded that unethical choices are hardly able to be justified. 

My other friend was abused by her husband, and she participated in several affairs.  I also didn't find this wrong at the time, but I do now.  Just because he hit her, doesn't mean she should cheat on him.  It does, however, mean that she should leave him.  Hurting her physically is not fixed by her hurting him emotionally.

What do you do when your friend cheats?  Tell their significant other?  Tell them to stop?  Do nothing?  I think how you respond may slightly depend on the situation, but really, how much involvement are you to take in stopping the cheating?

I have no answer.  I didn't do anything in both circumstances that I knew about.  I know of several people who choose to cheat on their spouse, and I don't know what to do or even think!  It's far more common than I thought.  When I know that someone has cheated, it makes me wonder where and when they'll stop.  If cheating is ok, is lying ok?  Is stealing ok?  Where is the line drawn against immorality?

Best Conversation Ever

02/13/09


OK, so who would you do?
The one in the front looks like Scarlett Johannson in The Other Boleyn Girl.
I don't like what the middle one is doing with his hand.
I'd do the hooded guy ONLY if he kept his hood up.
I'd do the one by the door if he kept that look on his face the entire time.

I am a Front Desk Agent

01/31/09


I received this as a forward from my boss.  It's been switched up a little to pertain to myself and my coworkers.  I am a Front Desk Agent.I have advanced degrees in Accounting, Public Relations, Marketing, Business, Computer Science, Civil Engineering, and I too am an AMMA follower.  Indeed we can send up the extra virgin olive oil that you requested. I can also read minds.

Of course I have the reservation that you booked six years ago even though you don't have the confirmation number and you think it was made under a name that starts with "S".

It is completely my fault that the blizzard shut down the airport and you have to sleep in a warm king-size bed while 5000 of your co-travelers are sleeping in benches at the airport. I am sorry.

It is not a problem for me to give you seven connecting, non-smoking, poolside suites with two king beds in each, four rollaways, 3 cribs, and yes, I can install a wet bar. I know it is my fault that we do not have a helicopter landing pad.

I am a Front Desk Agent. I am expected to speak all languages fluently. It is obvious to me that when you booked your reservation for Friday on the weekend we're sold out that you really meant Saturday. My company has entrusted me with all financial information and decisions, and yes, I am lying to you when I say we have no more rooms available. It is not a problem for me to quickly construct several more guest rooms. THIS time I will not forget the helicopter landing pad. And it is my fault that everyone wanted to stay here. I should have known you were coming in, even though you had no reservation. After all, you stay at our brand of hotel all the time, 300 nights a year, and this is only the first time you've ever been to our city.  You ARE a Platinum Priority Club member, so I will just go ahead and convert the king standard room into a suite while you are getting your luggage.  Of course this is a free upgrade.

I am a front desk agent. I am quite capable of checking three people in, two people out, taking five reservations, answering fifteen incoming calls, delivering six bath towels to room 325, plunging the toilet in room 115, and restocking the supply of pool towels, all at the same time. Yes, I will be glad to call ABB Taxi and tell him to drive over all the cars stuck in traffic because you've been waiting in our warm lobby eating half a dozen fresh and free cookies for 10 minutes.

I am a front desk agent, an operator, a bellhop, houseman, guest service representative, housekeeper, sales coordinator, information specialist, entertainment critic, restaurateur, stock broker, referee, janitor, computer technician, plumber, ice-breaker, postman, babysitter, dog walker, comedian, dispatcher, laundry cleaner, lifeguard, electrician, ambassador, personal fitness trainer, fax expert, human jukebox, domestic abuse counselor, and verbal punching bag. Yes, I know room 120 is not answering their phone. And of course I have their travel itinerary so I know exactly where they went when they left here 9 hours ago, and what their cell phone number is.

I always know where to find the best vegetarian-kosher-Mongolian-barbecue restaurants within walking distance. I know exactly what to see and do in this city in fifteen minutes without spending any money and without getting caught in traffic. I take personal blame for airline food, traffic jams, rental car flat tires, and the nation's economy.

I realize that you meant to book your reservation here. People often confuse us with the Galaxy Delight Motel, Antarctica. Of course I can "fit you in" and yes, you may have the special $1 rate because you are affiliated with the Hoboken Accounting and Bagel Club.

I am expected to smile, empathize, sympathize, console, condole, upsell, downsell (and know when to do which), joke, cry, perform, sing, dance, fix the printer, and tell your friends that you're here. And I know exactly where 613 Possum Trot Lane is in the Way Out There subdivision that they just built last week.

Mas Dinero

01/11/09

So0o...I am somewhat worried about my future.  My ...::BiG::... goal is to own a hotel.  Actually, I want to own a resort, an expensive one, that mostly pertains to celebrities and the likewise.  I mostly mean rich people, let's say $800 per night...anyone?

But, the fact of the matter is that I have about $600 to my name, but I still have to pay $2300 for my tuition.  So, essentially, I have -$1700.  Not looking too good there.

Here's what I've been thinking:  First, I thought I'd open an espresso stand and use the revenue from that to open a hotel.  Then, a girl in one of my classes mentioned that "just anyone" these days thinks that they can open an espresso stand.  That kind of put me into perspective since I've never worked at any sort of coffee stand/store/bar, so what makes me think that I can own one?  This idea is still plausible to me though, so it may or may not have a chance.

Another idea that I have is to open an editing service out of my home.  I know that whenever I read a text document, email, letter, IM, bulletin, or anything, I basically proofread it.  I don't actually correct it, but in my mind, I pull out the mistakes.  Therefore, an editing service would be perfect for me, since I naturally edit; I have even researched the career of copy editor.  This idea is a bit far-fetched since I AM only 19, as in, I don't have my credibility to my name.  Also, while I was reading up on homebased editing services, it recommends having a computer (check), the ability to edit (check), and editing software (what the?).  I've never heard of editing software; I would think that Microsoft Office (mainly Word) would cover that.  Isn't Spell Check editing software enough?

As I was Googling "editing software," Google suggested photo editing software.  I do have Photoshop, and I do enjoy editing photos and the likewise.  But, I don't think I did immensely well in my digital photography class.  So, that idea is more or less out of the question.

My final and most realistic idea (at least for the time being) is selling Avon! Wooooo...Not really, but I think I could make at least $100 per month besides my actual job's pay.  Maybe I will; maybe I won't.  Any suggestions?

Why School is Uncool

12/27/08

In 9 short days, I'll be starting school again.  I'm attending University of Washington Tacoma.  And, I am scared.

Why? Because Tacoma scares me.  I've already purchased pepper spray that I carry at all times now, even though Puyallup is harmless.  Another precaution that I have taken is purchasing a purse that stays against my body and that I can hide under a jacket.  I can't be carrying around my huge tiger print one, now can I?

I want born in Renton, WA and lived there for 6 years.  Now, Renton may not be Tacoma, but it is not the best area to live in.  When my youngest sister (Tia, see TCW blog) was born, we even moved outta that dump to live in suburban South Hill.  How precious.  I do remember while I was at Kennydale Elementary, it was not uncommon to be sent home with a flyer warning parents about some creep who was seen in the area.  While in Puyallup School District, these flyers rarely were circulated.  As I was prepping for attending UWT, I signed up for the school's mass e-mailing list, and practically weekly I receive a message describe a mugging event involving one of the students in or around the campus. Deja vu, I tell ya.

So, obviously I'm going to drive to UWT.  I can't trust being on *God forbid!* public transportation for a half hour or more!  I'd probably die from paranoia.  But, I think I can handle being on ...public tranportation... for 10 minutes (hopefully less).  Here's the deal:  I drive out to Tacoma (UGH!), park for free at the Tacoma Dome, and take a free "light rail" train to the UWT campus.  The only walking of Tacoma streets that I'll have to do is from the Tacoma Dome parking garage to the train pickup.  The train dropoff is ON the UWT campus, so I don't think that'll be much danger.  UWT does offer parking permits, but they are something like $150 per quarter! I'd much rather spend that money on something important, like a Redbox rental or unlimited texting.

This morning, I went to my dad's room to bullshit with him like usual, and one of the first things he said to me was, "I've been thinking, and I'll pay for half of your parking permit if you pay the other half."  I'm not really sure if I'm even up for that because the UWT parking lot, I don't BELIEVE, is right on campus; I think it's a block or two away, which would probably be more Tacoma street walking than if I took the free light rail train.  Plus, that's $75 that I'd be spending, which you KNOW I can spend on other things.

As you can see, I need to make some friends at my new school to accompany me to my car and classes.  Sounds more like a body guard to me.  I don't think it'll be terribly hard to make friends, but I must say that I'm not the most socially inept person, not to mention I have a tendency to be awkward, as most of you, as my friends, can probably recall.  Plus, when I went to Pierce College, I felt as if school shoved me even further into myself.  I AM a shy person, and school already makes me nervous, sweaty, and the likewise, but now I have to make friends?! Who do you think I am?!

Ok, I'm being a tad bit dramatic, but it's TACOMA for God's sake!  Another downfall about this whole "education" thing is that the class times kinda suck.  I'm going to have to go to school on Mondays and Wednesdays from 1:30-8:35 (8:35=darkness=me shitting my pants while I get to my car).  The whole 7 hours of school isn't really a big deal; the shittiness that I'm trying to point out is that I have a job.  A full-time job that probably couldn't get much better, what with the hours, the downtime, the perks, the pay (Hey, I think I'm doing pretty damn good for a 19-year-old).  Therefore, I am not willing to work less.  I NEED to work to pay off my $2,500 per quarter tuition!  So, I will continue to work 5 days a week.  Guess what that means? I get to work Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays while I'm in school.  That means every damn day I'll be either going to work or going to school.  EW!  That means no more sleeping in until 4 PM on days I don't work ie my days off.  I no longer get days off!  No more sitting around all day (my favorite).  It's all very sad.  I have tears in my eyes as I write this.  But, I suppose I'll live.  I need to man woman up, and stop whining.  I'm a college student now, right?

TCW

12/14/08

Today, I read a bulletin from my 12 year old sister titled, "SARA READ ONLY."  Of course, I'm going to read that.  I have plenty of free time at work, and I usually just read all the new bulletins.  This bulletin, however, is something I never want to see again!  My ickle baby sister was throwing around swear words, making threats, and insulting one of her friends.  I was so upset; so I printed it out.

I don't want to be a snitch or anything, but I emailed both of my parents with the bulletin.  How dare she grow into a little drama queen!  I mean, I know she and her best friend like to be considered popular at school and in essense, be the stereotypical airhead, cheerleader types, but I feel partially to blame.  Not that I'm anything of that sort, but I'm a huge influence on my baby sister's life.  I want her to want to be smart, healthy, beautiful, not snotty, back-stabbing, and fake.

I'm so protective of that little girl, who doesn't want to a little girl anymore.  With all the teeny-boppers in the media these days like Miley Cyrus, Hilary Duff, Ashley Tisdale, my little sister is bound to be similar to them!  But, I feel like she more idolizes the trashier, older versions of the above said leading ladies of her time.  These versions include:  Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, Lindsay Lohan.  Not that I had a chance in hell when the number one teeny-bopper of my time, Britney Spears, came out with her little number "I'm a Slave 4U," but I pulled through.

I just want my little sister to realize:  you are a child.  You may already have a cell phone, a myspace, a boyfriend-type (?) like people my age, but you're not even considered a teenager yet.  Calm down!  You don't want a French manicure, it's too high-maintenance, and I KNOW you're all about the low-maintenance lifestyle.  You can still be cute, yet classy at a preteen.  The most important thing is:  PLEASE DON'T LET ANYONE INFLUENCE YOU!  I know that you have a tendency to do the things your friends do, but you'll promise me that it's actually the opposite:  they copy you.  But, I know they don't.  Don't try and convince me of anything.  I see what's going on here.  And, I know you were in the presence of your BFF when you wrote that bulletin.  Hopefully, sooner than later, you'll figure out who you are and not have such a hard time with being yourself.  If someone is doing things that YOU KNOW are wrong, then step back, and decide if you can be friends with that person.

The bottom line of this blog, and quite possibly my philosophy on children, is that I can't handle them growing up.  I was 7 when my little sister was born, so I remember most of her life.  But, I remember when I was little, too.  I was a nerd!  I would get straight As; I would try to be like the popular girls; I would eat my lunch in the band room (HA!).  But, I knew when they'd gone too far.  I didn't want to try X and have orgies, like the supposed tradition of Emerald Ridge students.  I know that I am a little out of control NOW, but I'm in the driver's seat.

So, as of right now, child are not in my future.  I can't handle the environment and society in which they'll have to grow.  Maybe one day,  that'll change, but I hope it isn't because I convince myself that the world isn't a hellhole.  Because it is; and always will be.

Halloween Hangover

11/01/08

Today is the day after Halloween, meaning ...sickness!  I went to Shantelle's party last night, quite fun I must say.  Of course, I was a menace to society since liquid confidence makes me that way.  Out of control-ness is not uncommon for me and hearing my best friend replay the night's events to me this morning was full of NO-I-DIDN'Ts.

I woke up at 8 AM having to use the bathroom, and I swear I was still inebriated.  But whatever...because when I woke up again at 1 PM to get ready for work, I was past that and onto the BRING ON THE HEADACHE!  I found the remains of my costume in a pile on the floor, but I still had my devil tail tied around my waist.  So, after untying it and throwing it onto the heap of shoes, wings, sequins, and fishnets, I got into the shower. 

Oh how I love showers when you ready need one.  I was a mess!  I hadn't even attempted to take off even one of my several layers of makeup when I got home at 2 AM, and my hair had SOMETHING in it.  I don't know what it was, and I probably don't want to know.  It's amazing what shampoo and soap can do for you when you feel like sh*t.

So, I got ready for work and threw away the wings I was wearing the night before because while I was sleeping, my kitten (see blog titled Kitten6) had a hayday tearing them apart.  I tried to eat a bowl of cereal, but my stomach wouldn't have it, and a majority of it was wasted.  I had the usual hangover helpers -- three Ibuprofens -- drank some water, and wished I was still sleeping.

Getting ready for work was easy!  I just threw on my glasses and tied my soaking hair back into a pony.  Oh the wonders of not caring!

I stopped at Wal-Mart on the way to work to pick up a bottled coffee.  What I saw when I walked in was something that did not make me holly or jolly.  It did not feel like the so-called best time of the year.  There were Christmas decorations everywhere!  A wrapped gift was atop each pillar in the store; there were Rudolph shirts and tinsel.  There was even a Christmas tree!  Those poor Wal-Mart workers who must have had to decorate that huge fluorescent-lit, low-priced superstore overnight while I was making a fool of myself in front of a bunch of people I didn't know.  What a sacrifice they make in the name of Christmas!

My Goddamn Hour of Need

10/11/08

It's Friday night.
And I just got paid.
And I have nothing to do.

I don't want to seem like a complainer, but today has been terrible.  I woke up at 2:30 PM, which is always good, but makes you feel very unproductive and whatnot.  The only thing that I can successfully say that I did today, was go to dinner with my family. Whoop-dee-do.  I went over to my best friend, Christina's, and we did nothing!  She has definitely settled down, chilled out, boring-ized herself since she moved out of her mom's house, but it's not like I'm any better.  Maybe we just bring out the lame in each other.  I mean when we go to rock concerts, we always have a blast, but there's really nothing else we do together as of late that is fun.

So, this is where I make a call of action.  I want something to do tomorrow night or even next weekend.  Something FUN.  Something I will remember and want to do again.  Or else, I just need new friends.

Kitten6

10/04/08

I have a feline formerly name Tyler Durden.  If you don't know what I am referencing with that name, then you suck!  Please see:  Fight Club, Brad Pitt, Edward Norton, best movie ever.

Other names my kitten is called:

• Lerden
• Ler the Der (as in durrrr = his stupidity)
• Ler the Sker (referring to the word "scurred" aka scared = his constant fear of anything bigger than him that moves/makes noises)
• Little Shit
• Taylor
• Booboo
• Kitty's Stalker

Any thing that is called by name in my house usually will have a list similar to this one of nicknames.

My kitten is very cute and precious (see my photo album titled "Cats."  He is the orange one), but he definitely lives up to all of his nicknames.  But above all, he is mostly a Little Shit.  Prime example:

Two days ago, at 11:59 AM, my usual alarm sounded to wake me up.  I threw myself about as expected, trying to make the sound go away (possibly?), but of course, it didn't.  The alarm's volume continued to grow to FORCE me to blindly grab for it to snooze it's ass, but this morning I was in for a surprise:  I couldn't find my phone.  I could hear it though, duh, and I heard the little monster ringing from the ground.  So I brought myself to get out of bed to silence my damn phone, and where should I find it but my kitten's litter box?!  What a pleasant, Little-Shit-like surprise!  I took my shit-smelling phone out and wrapped it in a towel, which was my solution to getting the shit smell to diffuse.  Didn't really work, so I later sanitized it, and alcohol got the smell to subside.  The Little Shit was, of course, not at the scene of the crime.

Phrases I Hate

10/04/08

"I hate drama."
Who says it:  All those who are the heart of dramaDon't we all?  Isn't saying you hate drama sort of like saying I hate liars.  Everyone hates liars; everyone hates drama.  If you have to point out that you hate it, then you probably gravitate towards it, which is your problem, not mine.

"You missed a spot."
Who says it:  Customers who know they won't be bitch-slapped.
I don't care who the hell you are, or how funny you think you are, but YOU'RE NOT; you're annoying.  When you say your dumbass little remark, please expect the fakest smile ever in return.  I know I didn't miss a spot, and just because you feel the need to open your big, fat mouth, does NOT mean that you have to.  So save us all some rage, and shut the f**k up.

"No offense."
Who says it:  People who think they're getting off the hook for being an asshole, but they are NOT!
This phrase is good for some uses, such as, " a big fat NOTHING!  I was trying to come up with something, since I occasionally use this phrase, but clearly, it should never be used.  Starting out a sentence with "no offense" is probably a sentence you shouldn't finish because it will offend!!  "No offense, but your hair looks bad today."  Maybe it is better to say, "No offense, but your hair is kind of frizzy today."  What do you think?  "No offense" should be used when you feel a dire need to point out something that when said will offend the person it's directed to.  Or else, it can be used in humor:  "No offense, but you're an awful driver."  HA!  Not funny?

"I'm not going to lie..."
Who uses it:  Liars!
Oh yes you are!  A similar phrase:  "Honestly..."  You could use either of these phrases to start any sentence unless of course, you're going to lie, but who would admit it?

"Give 110%."Who uses it:  Coaches
Yeah, I may not play football or whatever sport is coached by someone who says this, but I watch TV, ok?  110% is not giveable.  You can give 100%.  Period.  You cannot give more.  Asking Demanding more is just going to make your team roll their eyes and take the rest of lecture in stride, you crazy steriod fiend.

4. My Favorite TV Shows

09/22/08

Big Brother 10 is over.  I'm fairly sad:    See?

What I like about Big Brother:
The drama
The romance
The fighting
The Diary Room
The competitionsThe back-stabbing
The alliances
It's OnDemand!

What I don't like about Big Brother:
The repetitiveness
Live airings
Seeing how a player's family/friends feel about a situation

Big Brother is good because although I like their back-stabbing, drama, etc.  I do NOT like these things in my life.  Yeah, there may be some bad texts sent, some furniture peed on, some drunken nights, but I don't LOOk for these things.  They simply happen upon me...I'm innocent I tell ya!!  There is drama at my house (Where did Nicolette go at 4 AM in the morning?), drama at my work (Who's going to work that holiday?), even drama in my room (Why did Tyler tear up my schedule?).  I deal with all of this, but I certainly don't welcome it.  I welcome it from CBS though.

Other shows I enjoy:
The Soup:  Also OnDemand, satirical, short, hints at inapporpriate things ("So meaty"/"Let's take some E!")
Scrubs:  Outrageously funny, main character everyone can relate to, crazy janitor
Blind Date:  On late at night, funny captions, "[blahblahblah] in: 3...2..1" Love it!

These shows all make me laugh.  I'm clearly not much of a TV-watcher-to-think-er.  But, really, why should I?  If I want to think about something, my life, our origins, would I really want to turn on the TV?

-Brittny

Trois Anyone? Things I Like...

09/11/08

So, I don't want to bitch and complain, so....I'm not!  I heard my last two were a bit on that side. Not this time!

This time, I'm going to talk about things I like.  The first thing that I really like that can happen everyday is waking up out of the blue, thinking your alarm is going to go off soon, but realizing that you can sleep for two more blissful hours.  I LOVE when that happens.  Everytime I wake up alarmless, I think, "Damn I have to get up soon.  Why couldn't I have just waited for my alarm to go off?"  But, once I see that it is in the meesly AM hours (I wake up at noon each day), I fall back to sleep grinning.

Outdoor rock concerts.  Yeah, it may be a hassle to be outside when it's raining, and you went ALL out with hair, makeup, outfit, shoes.  Or if it's hot, you may get on the sweaty side, but either way it's better than being inside, packed in with all those sweaty and stinky rockers, old men who are drunk and ready to fight/f*ck, and not being able to get out unless you physically leave the venue.  When outdoors, you can spread out, chill on the lawn (and pick grass), watch people if you're bored.  And you get sun at the same time..

Brand new CDs.  Not brand spankin' new out in stores, but CDs that I just bought for myself.  I spend the best part of an hour getting ready for whatever I'm doing for the day in my room, and I love it when I get to listen to some new tune-skis.  I go through different phases of what CD I'll jam out to while dressing, brushing, primping.  Right now, I'm all about MSI's If and Ludo's You're Awful, I Love You, but I just bought a Staind CD and a Reel Big Fish CD.  I need to get started on rockin' out to those..

Coming home to an unlocked door when my hands are full.  I often times come home from work with a bunch of sh*t, and I love it when someone at my house didn't care about their own safety to leave me with an unlocked door.  I never leave the door unlocked, but when I come upon it that way, I am happy..

I like to run.  I like the feeling after I run.  I don't really like the sweaty, out-of-breath feeling, but I mean after the shower.  I feel accomplished.  I feel powerful.  I feel like a warrior.  So I do it immediately when I wake up to make my day goooood.

These are the things I like.  Tell me what you think and if you agree or disagree.

-Brittny

Blog Deux

09/01/08

Right now, I'm at work with, you've guessed it, nothing to do.  Don't get me wrong, I love like my job, but there is a lot of down time even with extra tasks.  So, we get up to several hours of entertaining ourselves during an eight hour shift.  I wouldn't have it any other way.  During school, I can do my homework, take finals, study.  Today, I got all my sh*t together to send my rebate in to Cingular (the bastards!), even though I will probably never get my rebate back because Cingular loves to screw me.  Maybe I just think they're out to get me, but I like it better to think this way.

So, here I stand, listening to country music in our festive lobby.  It looks nice; there was hard work put into decorating for the fair, you can tell, but there's one small thing:  I do not like the fair.

Last year, I went to the fair with my friend, Kirandeep, her boyfriend of the time, Ray, my little sister, Tia, and her bff, Mia.  I was at the fair for maybe an hour.  The ia's (Tia/Mia) split off like planned, and Kirandeep, Ray, and I went to the rides.  They were all over each other!  And it sucked for me; I was basically subjected to mushy PDA.  To top it all over, we kept running into my ex, and I could not let him see me for some paranoid reason, so I soon left the fairgrounds.
This year, I am attempting to go back I think, even though my older sister, Nicolette is boycotting it, and I would love to accompany her.  But, I have two free tickets, so any takers?  Just kidding!  I may already have plans with someone; I just don't know if they are serious or not.

I had plans to write blog 2 about irony, so let me get started on that.  I have had a couple in depth conversations with one of my best friends, Beth, about irony.  First off, irony sucks.  It's confusing.  I feel a bit uneducated saying this, but can you tell me that you know an example of irony?  Because I'd love to hear it.  Alanis Morrisette's song, Ironic, is not a true portrait of what irony is.  "It's like rain on your wedding day."  Not irony, just shitty luck.  Mo Rocca talks about this on VH1's I Love the 90s.  Great show.  You should most definitely check it out.  In the mean time, I will go on pondering irony, doing nothing, and sipping on fair flavored haterade.

-Brittny

My first blog

08/26/08

So, today I spent my nothing-to-do-at-work time and read my favorite radio station's DJ's blogs.  There were a lot, and I can't say I agree with him on some subjects, i.e. Sex and the City, but they were funny and kept my attention while I had NOTHING TO DO.

 This is where my blog comes in.  I can be funny; I can write.  Why not blog it up in this hizz?  I may regret saying that, but I will NOT erase!

At this current moment in my life, I am 19 years old; I have a good job; I have traveled; I hope to be starting business school soon; I have a [piece of shit] car; I am independent to some extent, and I have a few awesome people in my life that are awesome enough to make up for the lack of people that there are.

But, not everything is happy and cheery.  I live at home; I am in debt; I don't have a lot of room for [financial] improvement at my job; I say too much at times, but much more often, I don't say nearly enough; I have to please people who I can't [fucking] stand, and I have to be cheerier than I usually am.

Boo hoo, huh? All you need is love; I just wanna live...

Let me tell you a little about my drive to work:

It starts at...MY HOUSE, duh.  From there, I take it to 23rd Ave, going the wrong way around the roundabout, eventually left-turning into a lane that is bumpy, so some people decide, you know what? I'm going to make an executive decision in driving UNDER the speed limit so those behind me [who are late for work] can be SAFE.  Hate them.  Then, I turn left by a Wal-Mart where the people just asking to be smashed up in their car, turn in front of me, slowing me down.  Hate them more. At that point, I get to pass homeless people, while I sing aloud Pink's Don't Let Me Get Me:  "I wanna be somebody else."  Who the hell do I think I am?  Makes me appreciate my life.  Let me know what you think.

-Brittny

Delete

Do you ever catch yourself saying delete instead of throw away?  I think the digital era has done this to us.  We say Bee Are Bee instead of just saying the words, IM people right next to us, text one person while on a phone call with another.  How crazy.

I am on a mission to delete my Myspace, but there are some things keeping me there...mainly my blogs.  I was finally able to get access to my blog archive there, so here goes my massive spamming of blogs.......

Smile

:)  The song I'm currently hearing is about smiling.  I think smiling is a powerful thing.  Working in customer service makes me a constant smiler.  I'll be walking through the grocery store on my day off in my street clothes, and I can't help but smile.  Why?  It's programmed into my brain that I need to smile at everyone.  I don't consider myself an optimist or a pessimist for that matter.  I'm a realist...more like a realist with an edge of optimism :)  I meet people with an appropriate amount of trust in them.  Don't you hate those who think that new people in their lives must prove themselves?  I understand that not everyone is trustworthy, honest, and ethical, but give everyone a chance.  Just keep your guard up until you know you can safely let it down.

I've found myself becoming less pessimistic as I've gotten older; isn't it usually the other way around?  You're a young, innocent child without a care in the world.  As you age, you notice that things aren't perfect:  people lie, cheat, accuse, use.  So, you'd think you'd lose your happiness?  I think I did get that way though.  I lost my innocent optimism and became cynical.  I put my guard up and watched people moreso than before.  I think after being truly exposed to the world and experiencing some of the more unfortunate sides of life, I was able to grow, mature, and accept what cannot be changed.  I am one person.  Things that have been around forever will not easily be fought by just one.  I'm not saying that I'm just going sit back and take it.  I'm going to smile, accept, and be thankful for what I have.