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Hello and welcome to the (second set of excerpts from the) life of Brittany. I begin this entry in hopes that I will do a better job of updating.
I’d like to thank everyone for their emails and letters of support, not to mention being there for me lately. I’m not talking about the journal thing, I couldn’t care less about that, I’m just talking about in general. It seems that I don’t give you kids enough credit when it comes to the emotional support you give me. So, as I begin my first set of rantings in a brand new journal, I’d like to thank you guys. There are a few of you that need to be specially recognized, so I’m going to do that now:
Gamze: I’m so sorry that you had to be involved with this, Gumby. Nothing you’ve ever done deserves the shit you’ve gone through lately. Life may not be great for you right now, but I promise it will all get better. I know what you’re going through, really I do, and I know how important it is to have someone to talk to about it. I will always be here for you, please don’t ever feel like you can’t come to me. Our paths in life cross for a reason, and I have yet to be disappointed. Thanks for being my beautiful rapist girly girlfriend. One day, you’ll get a phonecall from me… all the way from America! I guarantee that day will be soon.
Sherman: From chickens to Mr. Ruess’s “confidence” (and I can’t help but laugh when I type that… OH GOD SHERMAN THE CONFIDENCE!), you’ve been there to help add zest and flavor into my life. I will never forget those death threat emails you wrote me in Tech III last year. I’ll also never be able to sleep, from fear of you switchblading my kitty cats. Please don’t switchblade my kitty cats. Anyway, there is a much deeper side to you than most people see, and I’m so glad you’ve allowed me to share it. When I become Prime Minister of Canadia (yes, Canadia), you will be my faithful wife.
Avalon: You’ve been right about all of this. You probably don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, but I want you to know that I’ve always appreciated your voice of reason. You have a unique perspective that helps me more than you probably know. Before making a big decision, I always come to you about it, even if you don’t realize that’s what I’m doing. I trust you more than anyone I’ve ever known, and I’m so glad you’ve been here to catch my back every time life sends me in a spin. I have a lot of (what you may call ‘unnecessary’) faith in you, I want you to know, and nothing would make me happier right now than seeing you happy. Do what you love to do, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.
Brandon: My big brother, my fellow scalawag. There are certain things that I feel like I can’t talk to anyone about, but you’ve always been there to listen. From conversations on sex orgies to going to Salvador Dalí museums in Europe, I’ve come to you with the stupidest subjects and come out with the greatest pieces of advice. Don’t ever change your immaculate personality, and don’t ever, EVER forget about that dream I had where you flew away on the red dragon. Because that will never get old, I swear.
Stephanie: You happen to be the only friend I know that can actually cook… that’s a huge honor, I know, but I want you to know that I’d rather have you cooking for me than anyone else in the world. Especially biscuits, you make really good biscuits. We have suffered through spilled Ethanol, canning dead things, and cleaning out the forbidden freezer, and we will show our wounds with dignity.
Toni: Oh, my dearest Wifey! One day, we will express our love to the world, then move to Canada. Because everyone knows that true lovers move to Canada. You are seriously one of the funniest people I have ever met, and also the most talented. If there is one thing I know about you, it is that you will never give up. You have more perseverance than anyone I know, and you hold your head high and stick to your beliefs. You are headstrong, a true leader, and you will succeed in anything you ever decide to do with your life. There is no doubt in my mind about that. My Toaster is the loveliest girl I know, and I have yet to meet a guy that truly deserves you. Thanks for keeping my spirits up with your jokes and beautiful poetry… don’t ever change, promise?
Heather: My dearest short friend (I kid, I kid… one day, you’ll be seven feet tall, and I promise you can shove it in my face all you want), do you remember making the sock puppet movie in 8th grade Earth Science? I will never forget the fun we had at your house… my puppet got shoved in the microwave, Christina’s got thrown into a ceiling fan, and Toni’s… what happened to Toni’s, do you remember? We ran over yours with the minivan, that’s all I remember. NO! I lied, TONI’S got put in the microwave, right? And the dog ate mine? Oh, I forget. Anyway, if we can get through Coach Genz’s Earth Science class, I figure we can live through anything.
Catherine: All I can do is quote Sonny and Cher, “They say we’re young and we don’t know, we won’t find out until we grow; *incoherent line* BABE (doo doo doo doo doo doo), I got you babe”. I am so glad I have a young hip thing like you in my life, you make me feel like I’m 20 again! Always row with the whoa, and never give up on your dream of becoming a monk. Wait, that’s me. Well, I’m really glad you support my goals. Will you go to monk school with me? We’ll meet some hot babes, promise.
Scott: Scoot scoot ba doop. My main gigolo, getting’ shiggy with the… okay, I’m shutting up. You are the reason I am so confident in myself today, I’ll have you know. You never let me sell myself short, and defended me against, well, myself. To that I owe you everything I’ve accomplished this far in my life (I’m sure that’s not too flattering, but I hope you understand what that means coming from me). So what if you don’t like coffee? I’m sure we have quite a few more years of our friendship, and I have vowed to eventually convert you to a coffee-addict. Thank you for helping me discover myself, and for always having a positive and loving friend by my side.
Matthew McBerwind: Ahem, YOOO JOE! What can I say? You’re my Korean-beating friend, Matthew. I really would never have caught Vash’s green hair without you there to point it out. Aside from your artistic critiques, you have helped me by always listening to my boy problems. I know I can always depend on you to give me a straight answer… about anything, really. Thank you for always being a shoulder to lean on both to my brother and myself. I owe you some Korean child labor.
Brendan: My strangely addictive heavy metal friend, one day we will go to mad crazy phat concerts together. Definitely take that trip across the country after you graduate, that would be a lovely experience. And hey, swing on by my place, we’ll go see some concerts and eat Chinese food. Oh, and “I would totally burn for you”. That’s the best quote ever, but it’s completely true, you know. Thanks for threatening to kick the asses of the people I don’t like, and then making me feel better by actually doing it.
Brigit [K]: I must thank you for putting up with Carly’s posts on the Rr.N forums under my username… I never got to see what lovely contents she posted, but I got to hear about it from Thrash and other people. I’m glad you’re one of the administraters, and that you understand what’s going on, otherwise I doubt I’d ever be able to get back onto Rr.N. I will email you my new password soon.
I’m too lazy to make a decent layout right now, and I hate having a pre-made color scheme from LiveJournal, so I whipped up a temporary solution (in other words, a really crappy layout that I’m going to stick with until I get the time to make a real one) last night. Which works out pretty well, because I’ve been meaning to use these lyrics (Lagwagon’s “My Lullaby”, one of my favorite songs) on something for a while now, and… oh rarr, I’m rambling on about the stupidest thing. I should start writing my entries like this: “New layout. Lagwagon. Temporary”. It would save my faithful readers a lot of time. Oh hey, even better, I’ll start making Cliffnotes for this journal. That way I can provide you with (a) a list of characters, (b) a brief summary, and (c) practice quizzes! Oh the fun that would be.
Homecoming was last weekend, much better than last year’s. Mrs. Fleming and Mrs. Patrick decorated this year; everything looked great. There was even an ice sculpture of a cougar (although, it looked more like a pig than anything), which was just crazy. I went with Ben Morgan, and we met 16 other people (Steph, Prashant, Wade, Martha, Lauren, Tim, Lauren D., Garrison, Kristen, Chuck, Chelsea, Chelsea’s date, Jonny, Nicki, Brenna, and Braden) for reservations at the Looking Glass Café. Dinner was great, I took a bajillion pictures, and for some reason there were these two musicians singing Simon and Garfunkel songs into a microphone. After dinner, we had an hour to kill before the dance started, so we went to the mall and walked around for a bit (you should’ve seen the looks we got). We went to Cyberstation and I challenged Nicki to a DDR match (neither of us had really played before)… which was one of the funnest things I’ve ever done: playing DDR against Nicki in heels while a bunch of people are staring at you was hilarious.
I bought a new easel and some nice acrylics at Hobby Lobby this weekend. My supply of paintbrushes is dwindling, even though I buy more practically every time I go out. I walked outside the other day to find Deonna using my new brushes to help spread hot glue on a project she was working on, and she didn’t seem to understand why I was mad at her. And then my cats keep knocking the brushes off of my desk and chewing on the bristles. Stupid animals, I hope they choke on them.
Okay, time for assembly. I'll update later with pictures and whatnot. Brit out.
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