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I'm Alive!!!

2006-11-10T04:11:00.000-08:00

So...It's been incredibly too long since I last posted. So long ago that I don't think anyone will read my blog because they've given up hope that I'll post. As I stated a couple posts ago, I am currently in the Hawaii. In fact, I've been here for almost 3 months and I'm only here for a little over a month more. Hawaii is gorgeous. I'm living in Hilo, on the Big Island. Here, it's not quite your stereotypical Hawaii. It is green and lush and gorgeous, but it rains almost everyday. Thus, my tan is no where near...well..existant. The nearest beaches are rocky black sand beaches, while they have a beauty of their own, are not near as fun to play in the surf at as white sand beaches on the other side of the island. I have taken trips to beautiful spots along the coast, like Hapuna and Kua Beach on Kona-side, and Green Sands close to South Point. I've seen beautiful waterfalls and jumped off of a 30-foot rock into a river. (Hey, that's pretty intense for me.) It's been good to get away from the norm, but I am ready to go back to my homestate. I miss it terribly, as one can hardly believe. I miss being able to drive (no car here on the island for me), I miss football games, I miss Crusade, I miss my friends, I miss my roomie, I miss my family, I miss my job, I miss going to a good university, I miss...well everything except the cold weather (though I'm ready to have straight hair again!).

I'm returing in December, and believe it or not, I'm graduating in May. I can't be old enough to graduate. I can't be responsible enough to have a real job. That's why I'm going to try my darn tootin' hardest to postpone that for a bit and go to grad school. Me? In grad school? Yes, it's true. Well, I'm gonna try anyway.

Well, I should work on my Personal History essay for my writing class...that is if I can find something interesting enough to write about. If you have any ideas, and you're actually reading...help me out!!!

Updates & Such

2006-03-07T21:52:00.000-08:00

So...I still don't know where I'm going next semester, but it shouldn't be too long.

I finished a first draft of a story that I'm writing for my fiction class. I'm excited and nervous about it. If you'd like to read it, just let me know, but I have to warn you, it's not a "Britni" story....meaning, it doesn't reflect me, so don't be taken by surprise when you read it.

Also, I may be a total girl, but I've just watched "Pride and Prejudice" for the 4th time. I absolutely love that movie, and I have to read the book now. It is very much a chick flick type movie, no action scenes or anything, but I love it anyway. I like the cinematography, the storyline, the actors...it's just a good movie. :D

Now, I'm probably going to go to bed. It's been a long couple of days and I have to work in the morning. Night!

Semester in...Hawaii?

2006-03-01T20:47:00.000-08:00

So...next semester I may be studying in Hawaii. Yes, I said I may be studying in Hawaii. There's a National Exchange Program that lets college students study at a different college in the U.S. or Canada or even Puerto Rico. It's pretty sweet because it shouldn't cost much more (minus the air fare and such). I'll find out next week where I'll be spending my second to last semester of college. I'm a little nervous because I have 5 different college choices in 3 different states. Two in Hawaii, 2 in Florida, and 1 in the Virgin Islands. I know, a little outlandish, but it would be sooooooo amazing. To get to go to Hawaii and stay there for 4 months. I will be taking classes, but I think it's worth it. Studying in a beautiful place that isn't cold for the majority of the year. The sad thing is that I will be missing K-State football. It's fun to go to, but I think I can sacrafice that for Hawaii. :D So anyway, I'm stoked!

A Little Update

2006-02-28T21:08:00.000-08:00

So...I now have 2 jobs. I have been lucky and landed a wonderful job waitressing (i know what could be wonderful about that) at a new place that's about to open up. My boss is guaranteeing good tips and a good paycheck, so I'm psyched. But, it doesn't open until the beginning of April. So, in the mean time I have found a job folding laundry at a hotel. Oh yes, how exciting right? It's not what I want to do for the rest of my life, but it's a good mean-time job. I only work 3 days a week for 2 1/2 hours a day and i fold laundry. It's not stressful. People are not yelling at me. I don't have custumers. I don't have a deadline because I leave early. It's a nice, stressfree job that gives me a little cash to tide me over.

Today I lifted weights. It's a rather odd thing for me to do. I usually don't like to work out because I just don't like it. But I've started to run a little and I decided I needed to lift some. Get in shape in case I go to Hawaii next semester (for reals!). Today was the first day and I didn't go hard. I want to be able to at least walk tomorrow. But it was good. Good for me and I feel better now that I have done it.

Right now I should be reading "The Tale of Genji" for my History of Southeast Asia class. It's supposedly the first novel in history or something to that affect. It's not bad, but we're reading an abridged version so I'm a little confused at times. Sometimes the writing reminds me of the stories that the Chinese thinkers (Confucian Mencius or the like) told. Or maybe the style reminds me of "The Republic" by Plato. Just the style and format. Wow, I sound a little learned right now. :D But, anyway, I should be doing that, but I decided to write something even though it really isn't important or anything. I'm not a cool blogger, just rather random.

I might be going to New York for spring break, but I'm not sure. I don't have a lot of money and it also depends on who is going and how we get there. But it would be amazing to go. I've never been east of Ohio (only because I lived there for 11 months when I was little) so it would be amazing to see New York. Plus I'd get to see my amazing friend Lyndsay who moved there and I never get to see anymore. But who knows. *shruggs*

Well, that's about all I got. Have a wonderful day, maybe I'll post sooner next time. ;)

hmmm

2006-01-31T20:23:00.000-08:00

So...It's been forever since I last blogged. I think it has to do with not having a job that requires me to sit and do nothing at 4 in the morning. In fact...I'm quite unemployed now, so if you hear of anything, let me know. Thanks. :D Anyway, so I'm in a creative writing class and I've hit the bumb that I always hit, wondering if i can make it. But I wanted to share something that I wrote about 13 months ago. I haven't touched it since, so even though it's old, it's raw. Just let me know what you think. And don't be afraid to be mean and tough and dig in.

Old, Beat-up Recliner
Sitting on an old, orange and brown beat-up recliner, I look at everyone around me. My best friend is off on a new, white love seat with her recent-found boyfriend whom is just perfect for her. They sit close, smiling huge smiles that span their entire faces, talking in hushed tones about inside secrets…the kind that only couples have… not paying attention to anything else in the room. On the other side of the room is my roommate. She goes to lounge on a mint green cushy couch beside her frat-boy friend. As soon as she hits the seat, he rests his hand upon her knee. Comfortable with this physical contact, my roommate lays her hand on his, and they resume an interesting conversation about random cowboy movies they (or he) has viewed. A crack of boisterous laughter fills the room suddenly, drawing my attention away from the two oblivious couples in their corners. The sound came from a collaboration of recent college acquaintances of girls and boys. They are huddled in an awkward mass on the other side of the room; some sitting on the beige-carpeted floor, some sitting on a tiny neutral colored sofa, some standing up. I watch as they exchange humorous stories about one another, all of them laughing continuously. Through the door next to the mass walks a familiar face. Someone I know from my days in high school. She walks in and sits down in an empty metal folding chair in the midst of many other occupied metal spaces. Turning to the boy next to her, she strikes up a conversation about who-knows-what, making an instant friend in the process. I sit in this lively room in my seat in the corner, wishing that there was an open space somewhere besides the one I occupy. But alas, there are no open spots to be found. So I make myself comfortable, away from the contact of the others who are perfectly fine with their present situations. I sit invisibly on the edge of the liveliness and activity, observing and wishing that there were empty seats elsewhere than my old, beat up recliner.

Short and Sweet

2005-10-17T20:33:00.000-07:00

So...It's pretty sad when the highlight of my day is learning that I don't have to go to work until 9 in the morning rather than 7. But, it is. My Australia trip is being post-poned. I'm now going to go in July rather than January. But I'm still going, so it's all good. And I made it through the day without taking a nap. Which, is a miracle to say the least. But I had class, 2 meetings and class, so there just wasn't any time. Well, considering the highlight of my day wasn't very exciting, and I lead a very monotonous life, I think I'm going to leave you all and eat some supper.

Peace out...Kip style

Josie Geller look-alike

2005-10-12T20:44:00.000-07:00

So...I was being the appitamy of laziness today, like always, and I watched the movie "Never Been Kissed" It is kind of a silly movie, but I like it. Mostly because I've decided that it is the story of my life. Minus the happy ending and kissing Michael Vartan. The geek with only a few friends, constantly making a fool of myself, never fitting in, day dreaming about a certain guy (though I never did actually confront him, take notes for him in class, or write a stupid poem about him and read it in class), wearing goofy looking clothes, and everything else. Though I haven't graduated college, I'm pretty sure I don't have a chance of getting a job at some newspaper (or publishing company) being a copy editor or anything. I'll prolly end up working at the Village Inn for the rest of my life, never advancing, just waiting tables and making crap money. I think they key moment of that movie and my life is when Josie has just realized that she has 'loser' stamped on her forehead and everyone has been making fun of her. Freaking out and scrubbing at it to get it off, realizing that it's not working, running to the toilet to throw up, and crying in the bathroom stall all seem like something that would happen to me. Okay, maybe not throwing up, I haven't thrown up for at least 4 years. But I can so relate with the crashing down of life on her, feeling as if everything is useless and running down the hall crying, fleeing from the problems of life. Too bad I never had a brother who opened a door to knock me out and stop me. As for getting my wow kiss on the baseball mound, probably never going to happen. I'll be stuck in the rut of dancing horrifically at the night club in attempt to fit in, tripping over my own feet, running after those who i depserately want to hang out with, writting in a blog that no on ever reads so I can think I'm cool and out there.

Star Trek Is the Bomb!

2005-10-05T19:49:00.000-07:00

So...Anna and I have been watching Star Trek:The Next Generation. It's amazing. Okay, so it's rather cheesy, but we find ourselved addicted nonetheless. For 3 hours about 3 times a week we indulge our new fetish with it on Spike: Network for Men. (I think we watch more Spike than we do any other channel.) But it's great entertainment, and it's not scandalous like All My Children or One Life To Live. Like today, Data (the android) was going to be transfered to be taken apart for study. But Captain Jean-Luc Picard was fighting for him to stay with him, for his right as a person. So there was this big debate on if Data was Star Fleet property, if he was a machine or if he was human. I was so nervous for a while because it looked like he was going to be taken away, and he'd lose all of his memory. Well not the logistic memory, but the 'feelings' and the 'sense of living it' and such. It was taken to court and Commander Riker (against his better judgement of knowing Data) had to prosecute. He had a very convincing case. But Captain Picard came back and was talking about how Data has all the aspects of humans, sentimental feelings, intelligence, and self awareness. And he talked about how if that guy took him to dissassemble him for research, and reproduced him, he'd become a race of a new species. It was amazing. Go Captain Picard!

There was this one episode where the whole crew of the Enterprise de-evolved. It was because of a virus in the form of a T-something or other that hit everyone's dna. Diana is a being who can read people's emotions, and she de-evolved into a frog type anphibian. There's another being who de-evolved into a spider. Worf, a Klingon, de-evolves into a mate-thirsty creature who is after Diana. And all the humans de-evolve into the "missing link" type thing. But all is saved when the dna from a baby inside a womb is used to correct the dna of all.

Sometimes, the adventures are within the halodeck, a place where the computer creates a very realistic scene in which the members of the crew can come and act out a story, or escape into other places. Captain Picard goes back to the 1940's and runs into a mess with a mob boss...who almost kills someone because it becomes way too real because of something that happens to the ship. Data and Lut. LaForge go back as Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. To challenge Data's intellect in solving mysteries, they have the computer create a crime and antagoinist that can match him, but it goes out of hand when the antagonist (who is the guy that plays Niles in The Nanny) figures out that he is just a made up character and figures out how to control the game. But it ends good because they strike a deal (with Captain Picard's help) and all ends well. (Good Niles)

Oh, and another episode today dealt with Commander Riker going on an exchange thing with a ship of Klingons and learning their ways. He had to act tough like a Klingon, eat their food, and had to beat up a guy to earn the respect. It was rather intense, but again...amazing.

I know this must seem silly to all of you who are reading, but just watch a while and see if you don't get involved in the plots and start caring about the characters. Well, maybe Anna and I are weird, but it's a story line and I always get involved with silly things and shows. And it's a fun time for me and Anna.

Aussi bound

2005-10-01T18:37:00.000-07:00

So...It's official. I wrote a $500 check on Friday, made payable to KSU and the study abroad office. Australia, here I come! Well, of course I need to get about $5,000 more and find a subleaser. So if you know of a Christian female who needs a place to stay next semester, give me a holla! I get to spend 3 wonderful months in sunny Australia while everyone else is here fighting the blizzards and ice to class. I get to learn how to surf while everyone is trudging through 3 feet of snow. I get to meet hot Aussi men with hot accents! Woo!

Dance, Dance, Dance....Australia?

2005-09-09T21:25:00.000-07:00

So...The title will make more sense after you read my blog. My friend Phil Zevenbergen (I couldn't pronounce it until a week ago...pathetic of me I know) and I are taking a ballroom dance class with Anna, her boyfriend Ian, and one of his studio buddies, Daniel, and his partner whom I think is Megan. Anyway, it's Friday nights at 7:15 and it's been soooo much fun. The first night we learned the basics of the foxtrot. It's harder than it looks, especially for Phil and I who are used to East Coast Swing. But it's fun and looks very elegant if you can do it right. For the past 2 weeks we have been learning Salsa. A very sexy Latin dance. Well, it's sexy if you let it flow and can do it right. Phil and I have so much fun. We have the moves and the sexy temptress and tempt....man thing down. Tonight we learned a new set of moves that is awesome once you get it right. Tonight after class got over, we headed over to the Union to go to the Crusade swing dance. I was so excited for it because I had been waiting forever to go (ever since I went to the swing club in Kansas City!!!). But when we got there, it took Phil and I a few moments to get the swing of things (get it!!!). But we got it eventually and even learned a few new moves. Also, I tried doing some cool arial moves with Jeremy. It was awesome! For the first time in my life I did the cool-looking-up-in-the-air-only-for-small-girls stuff. I haven't shrunk for this to happen, I just did it and it was awesome! I wish I could explain it to you, but I bet I wouldn't make any sense. Mostly because I'm tired right now, but partly b/c it's hard to explain. Ask me about it sometime, I'll try harder then. But anyway, it was amazing!!!! We're going to work on our moves some other time and perfect them. Oh!!!!! And in October I'm going to take a dance class with Miguel, of The Rest of Us band. (They're amazing, check them out at therestofusband.com. I'm going to make many local fans jealous b/c I get to dance with the lead singer and guitar player...the hot Puerto Rican man.

Anway, about Australia. I'm seriously considering studying abroad in Australia next semester. Yes, that would be in like 3 months. I just got the urge to really take my always saying I'm going to go seriously today. And I really wanted to go to London, but it's twice as expensive, plus the plane ticket. And Australia has been really intruiging today. So, if I can come up with $4,000 to cover what my normal financial aid will not, the $500 registration fee, the$85 pass port, and a sub-leaser for the spring, I think I'm going to head down under. Pray for me that what happens, will be the will of God. :D Love you all to death!!!

Slumber Party

2005-09-05T02:57:00.000-07:00

So...Anna, me, Vern, and 2 girls from home, namely Karen and Kylie, came over for a slumber party. I was talking to Kyle, cook friend from work, about it and he asked me "like giggling and pillow fights?" I told him that I've never actually been to a slumber party where we had a pillow fight. How stereotypical. Anyways, we started the night out at about 10, after I got off of work and the rest of the girls got back from getting movies. We sat around for a few minutes and put our first movie in, Shall We Dance. A very appropriate movie for the occasion. Well, Kylie and Karen fell asleep, but that's okay. After the movie ended, we debated the movie, what we liked and disliked about it; plot; character depth; movement and such. Then the conversation moved toward deep topics like politics, money, college, the future, relationships, wonderful men of God, and what it is to be a woman of God. It's rather funny how when I think of slumber parties I think of giggling girls gossiping about the latest crush and such, eating tons of junkfood and playing truth or dare. At least that's what they were to me when I was growing up. The conversation got a little lighter when I told my first kiss story. Then the conversation turned rather random, hitting topics only for a few moments at a time. By now, the clock read about 4 o'clock. We decided it would be a good time for a Wal-Mart run. Those are always fun early in the morning because all of the workers look at you like you're crazy and/or just assume that you are drunk...which we probably looked like it because we sat in the chairs in the furniture sections, trying on shoes, and giggling by the food. We made our way back home and busted out some food. Everyone but me at a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. While they scarfed down the food, I busted out the Disney Princess tunes and we all listened and sang along. Anna and Vern sang beautifully together and Vern did an interpretive dance to Kiss the Girl from The Little Mermaid. After this everyone started to drift off and fall into deep REM cycles. Kylie first, then Karen, then Vern. Anna and i are still up listening to the last of the Princess songs, getting ready to head to bed ourselves. This was quite an interesting slumber party. Not in a bad way, but not the typical style or topics of conversation. But it was good. I love talking to these girls and bonding. Good girl chat is wonderful...especially with girls. (no offense Cory). Well, I'm about to crash myself. I should sleep before I have to work tomorrow. Sweet dreams to all!

Reading

2005-08-29T21:08:00.000-07:00

So...I don't blog as much as I did before because I'm not stuck at just my comptuer from 4-6am at least once a week anymore. But I wanted to leave my dedicated readers with a piece of some writing I did last year, that I've kinda' felt have applied lately to my life.

Man of My Dreams

I can see him. Though he’s blurry through the haze. He stands there looking at me through those eyes; those loving eyes. His lips are curved to a half-smile, as if he is concealing laughter at an inside joke. The sun kisses his hair as it moves in the breeze. He can make a pair of tattered jeans and an old worn t-shirt look sexy. I can faintly feel the warmth of his muscular arms around my waist and his chest to my cheek as if in an embrace that would never end. The taste of a sweet kiss rests upon my lips. I fight the urge to close my eyes to drink in his smell, because I am afraid that as soon as I take my eyes off of him, he will disappear forever. We stare at each other for what seems like an eternity, but in reality is only a few short seconds. As I gaze at him, I can see all the things that could be: the first awkward date, dancing, moonlit walks, the first “I love you”, cuddling on a couch watching movies, numerous kisses, a romantic proposal, a gorgeous wedding, and a life together forever. I want that. I’ve always dreamed of it. I reach out to him, but he doesn’t move. He just stands there, staring at me with that same half-smile, as if he is mocking me and my dreams. I try harder. But despite all of my efforts he seems further away now than ever. Exhausted, I give up. The thought of failure upsets me so I close my eyes, in an effort to make him disappear. It’s too late. He’s already stamped into my mind. Opening my eyes, I see him still standing there, expression unchanged. Whether my eyes are closed or open, he’s there taunting me. I fear I will never be able to reach him, or that I will never be able to rid my mind of him. I will be haunted by the thought of this perfect-enough man being right here in front of me just out of reach. The man of my dreams…stays in my dreams.

So that's it. Not only was it written out of a mood I was in, but it's my first (non-fan fic) piece of work as a potential writer. Feedback would be wonderful. :D Well, if I haven't depressed you too much, have a wonderful day!

Summer 'o fun

2005-07-22T02:09:00.000-07:00

So...I haven't written in a while. Wow, does the summer time fly. I've had a very boring summer, yet slightly fun. I now reside the good ole Little Apple full-time in a house. Yes, exciting isn't it? I fell like I am mostly settled in. There's a living room with a couch, and right now 3 chairs, a TV, some lamps, and even carpet. The rest of the house has really old, worn hardwood floors. There is a study with my huge, but very nice and cheap desk, and soon to have Anna's. A rather large kitchen, stocked with cooking utensils, but not much food. I have my own room and an adjoining bathroom, even though it's like the only one in the house and I have to share it. There's a laundry room, very small and rather dingy, but a laundry room at that. There's an upstairs where Lindsey is staying, and Anna has the room on the other side of the bathroom. Oh, and there's a guy that lives in the basement. Even though the house looks kind of ghetto-y from the outside, it's quite cozy on the inside. And even though the whole house slants as you walk from front to back, at least some of the doors just automatically shut...or open.

Anyway, I'm finished with my summer class. It only lasted 6 weeks. It was a frantic 6 weeks, cramming 9 chapters of French grammar and vocab. It was crazy, but I think I'm getting the hang of it. I'm even starting to think things in French. I have even been wanting to say them outloud, but everyone around me would just think I'm slightly psychotic. Except Cory who just gets used to it. It's not like I say very profound, complex things. Usually just a simple phrase such as "moi aussi" (me too) or "je ne sais pas" (i don't know) or "je deteste la classe de francais" (i hate french class). So, the crazy-paced class did some good for me.

Now I just work and sleep in. I work at the VI, waiting tables. And lets just say, that if you are in a job for the money, don't wait tables at the VI. Tonight at work I had a total of 7 tables in 5 hours and made only 15 dollars. Now for somepeople that wouldn't seem so bad, doing nothing and making 15 dollars in tips plus pay. But my pay isn't very much. My last paycheck for 2 weeks of work (approximately 25 hours) was only 56.91. It's a very sad job. So if you know of anyone in the area that is hiring, do let me know.

My summer hasn't been all work and sleep. Lately I've been watching old movies with Cory, catching up on some classics like "Swing Time" with Fred Astair and Ginger Rogers. You all are probably, what kind of classic is that? Well, my friends, it's where the song that says, "...just the way you look tonight..." okay, so I can't remember more than that and you are even more confused than ever...but it's a very classic, ballad. Well that song is from this movie.

Also, I am playing in the local summer softball league with the First Presby Church. It's fun, even though I think I've actually got to play an entire game only once. And we actually won, but not because of my impressive catcher skills. It is fun none-the-less. Also, I go over to my dear friend Cory's place and hang out with all of his cool roomies. Miguel, Ian and Justin. They're tons of fun. Tonight, we went for ice cream (I went for a soda), and we ended up driving around town, Ian was chucking his ice cream at street signs and everyone was laughing. Oh and Cory now owns Bramlage Collisium (I so cannot spell that word), and the statue in front of it. Oh, and everyone should go check out this site...http://therestofusband.com. It's Miguel's band and they are awesome! Cory is rooming with some pretty awesome guys. The only time they're every around at the same time, is after 11 at night. Which is awesome b/c it's when I'm around too. Last night we were samuri sword fighting and movine Miguel into his new place (saddly not across Yi's parking lot anymore). The aweome thing is they both have some awesome facial hair. Ian's goatee is like 6 or so inches long. Miguel's isn't that long, but he definately has a good inch and a half or so.

I went water skiing over the 4th. It was a blast! I acutally could do it and did it before JB did (points for Britni). And I got to hang out with a bunch of cool peoples.

This weekend I'm going to St. Louis for a "Boar-ba-que" at Brad's. It's going to be fun. This will be my first weekend off all summer, so it's kind of like my mini-vacation. Since my family went on our normal vacation without me this summer....saddness. But they said that they bought me some cool stuff. So I'm stoked. Right now, I'm up doing some laundry. I have to get up in the morning, pack, clean out my car, take back rented movies to the library, and make sure I am ready to go by 12. But we might not leave until later b/c JB has no idea when he's getting off work. Oh well. I'm just going to be tired tomorrow. Maybe I'll just finish laundry in the morning. But this has given me a chance to catch everyone up....okay, Anna, and possibly Ian, Micah, and T...up on my life. If you have anyother questions about my wonderful summer, just ask and I will gladly tell you about my wonderful experiences. :D Drop me a line...or a comment!

The Summer Blues

2005-05-15T21:15:00.000-07:00

So...Summer is here. Finally...right? In high school it's what everyone looks forward to. No classes, no annoying teacher, freedom and fun in the sun. Last summer was the same for me. No classes, no annoying sorority girls next door...just sleeping in and working under the roof of my parents with my mom's good cooking. I got home last night at about 7:30 and my family wasn't here. It took me forever to leave Manhattan, leaving behind friends (who were also leaving town), leaving a 24-hour Wal-Mart, leaving fast food places, but most importantly my friends. I have made so many wonderful friends this semester, that I'm sad the summer is here. Summer means almost everyone is gone either home or on projects for the whole 3 month long break. A few close friends are leaving for good...well, graduating and moving on to the "adult" life. It was such a sad week for me, seeing all of my wonderful friends and knowing I wouldn't be able to see them, or really talk to them on a regular basis all summer long. When I was hugging each of them goodbye, it was hard to let go. I just wanted to hold on to the moment and keep it forever. And I don't even have the privelage of sleeping in and no classes. I'm taking French 3 this summer for 5 weeks, 4 days a week, at 8:15 in the morning. And the early shift at my job starts at 7, so it's not going to be a sleeping in summer for me. It almost seems as if the best parts of summer aren't working out for me. No friends, no sleeping in, no seeing the majority of my friends. I do get to move into a house though. That is a definate perk. It's going to be so much fun living in a house, but a pain to move in. It'll be an experience. I just hope that the summer is a time to catch up on some things, make some money, and hopefully it will go by fast. Before you know it I'll be, hopefully, on my way to New York City for a major road trip with some awesome friends. Or just seeing everyone in good ole Manhattan as they all move back for the semester. All of you out there, who are reading this (probably limited because of the summer thing)...I love you all and miss you terribly! Have a wonderful summer. I hope God blesses you this summer and that you all will grow closer to Him! Take care and if you're in Manhatta, look me up! You should know where to look, and if not, give me a ring!

Wow..What a Random, Yet Indepth Entry!

2005-05-11T02:29:00.000-07:00

So...Yesterday was a completely lazy and waste of a day. I didn't mean for it to be and it should have been a very productive day since I had no finals nor any work to fill my day. I woke up at 12:30, got dressed, went to lunch with Lindsey at the Chinese Buffet (I think it's becoming tradition for us to do that), went to Wal-Mart, came back & watched Practical Magic after I showered and while I was doing the dishes, ate strawberries, went to Erin Heffel's house for a facial w/Anna and then to Tad's for shaved ice, came back, went to Dairy Queen with Lindsey, Wal-Mart again, and then back to tape boxes and look around my room puzzled at where to start packing b/c everything is such a mess. I'm just glad somewhere in there I realized that I worked at 4, b/c it would not have been good if I would have forgot.

OK, so I realized that I hate the 4-6 shift because it is the shift that the newspaper guy comes to restock the newspapers here. And he's really shady. The first thing out of his mouth has always been "Hello Sweetums." EEEEEEWWWWWWWW! YUCKY! *Shudders at the thought* He's probably late 30's early 40's, but the kind of guy that women just don't like. He comes in and tells me stories of sick and perverted jokes he tells the guys he works with and expects me to find them funny. I seriously don't know who would find that attractive in a guy, and the guy is married! I feel so sorry for his wife who has to put up with that all the time. I can't stand him for 2 seconds. And one day, he seriously stayed for like 30 minutes just going on and on and on about his stupid jokes. I usually just reply with an "uh huh" or a "yep" usually taking a big interest in logging the papers specifically delivered to girls or doing my homework with an extreme fascination in hopes that he will take the hint and leave. Let's just say that this is my last 4-6am shift...and I hopefully never have to see him or hear his disgusting jokes again. And if there are any guys out there that are reading this and do that to random girls....don't! It's disgusting and a total turn off (especially if you're like 2 decades older). But I'm sure that the majority of my readers are wonderful gentlemen that know what to and what not to say around girls...or just don't say it at all.

Anyway, so my last day in Earth in Action with Professor Bob Cullers is tomorrow. *tear* It's the last time I'll have to listen to his annoying and almost crusty voice (I hate the way he says the word "crust"...makes me cringe), never have to watch him spastically flail his arms around in attempt to get the attention of the class, never have to watch & hear him spastically stomp his foot and yell in attempt to get the attention of the class, never have to hear him say things like "blah blahdy blahdy blah" in attempt to get the attention of the class, never see him wear the most ugly shirts I've ever seen a guy wear (this pale yet bright yellow button up shirt...and an orange one to match), never have to hear his pathetic jokes, never have to decipher his notes and his grammar to make something worth writing down (I seriously wonder how he got his PhD), never have look at the bald spot on the back of his head and the awful comb-over in the front, and never have to deal with the man again. Wow, there are a lot of things I detest about that class. Je deteste la classe de EIA!

Wow, it really seems like I hate people right now because I've gone off on 2 people in one blog. But there are many of people that I love. Anna, my best friend of over 13 years. I love you to death! Lindsey, my roomie, love to do stupid things with you at like 4 am! Cory Lyn, wonderful friend who is just plain old goofy! Coltrane & Brad, wonderful, sweet guys that are awesome to camp out with infront of Acacia and talk until 4:30 in the morning about everything and nothing (and they are my wonderful friends, not just my "almost-but-not-quite-yet friends")! Lyndsay, awesome chica whom I can talk to about many things and understands me and I've only known her for a short time, and she is moving to New York...major road trip! Chandra, sweetest girl who understands my situation with guys and gives the best advice! Phil, sweet guy from Cru, wonderful to talk to because he is so open and honest about everything, and he will dance w/me and doesn't care if I'm as sweaty as..well not a pig, but definately something sweaty! Carl, because he is one of the sweetest guys in the world just because he is! Amber Dawn, even though I don't see her much is an absolute doll! Dunkel, because he makes me laugh hysterically. Brady because he is so spastic and random, and I got to drive his jeep ;). Andrew because he's a sweet guy, looking out for people, and accidentally woke me up for class (long story). Clint because he taught me swing and salsa and when I was first going to Cru, made sure to talk to me and say hi and at DCC made sure Anna and I (who didn't know anybody really yet) had a place to sit. Carrie because she is so cute and sweet and honest. Kael, even though he's so far away, is a sweetie who should not get his lip pierced. Lub, the luv of my life...just makes me swoon. Ian, can't forget the boyfriend of the 13-year best friend...plus he is a sweetheart to me and especially to Anna...so jealous she got a good one the first time out. JB, even though we're at arms against eachother right now, is a good guy who can have a genuine good time. There are sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo many others that I should go off telling about and I could go into even further depth about how much I love them and what I love about all of them, but it would be an entirely too enormous blog entry, and I do need to get back to studying for my final. But all of my friends, I love you dearly, and those of you whom I will not see this summer...have a wonderful summer and may God bless you where ever you go and in whatever you do! I love you all immensely!

Talk About Sleep Deprived

2005-05-07T18:04:00.000-07:00

So...I'm really tired. For the past week, I have finally landed myself in bed around 4 or 5 every night and dragged myself up for class or work around 10. Two of the days I slept through 4 alarms (my phone and regular alarm and Lindsey's phone and regular alarm). Thursday night I kind of created that for myself. I went to the last cru of the year which began at 8, and I was there till almost 11 dancing the night away, learning new swing dance moves. Afterwards I went to watch Robin Hood: Men in Tights with a group of people in the party room. That was awesome times. After that I went to Wal-Mart to get some snacks and caffene to keep me awake. I didn't return home until around 1:30 to finish working on a major homework assignment that was due the next day. I was up until 6:30, woke up at 10:41 (oversleeping) and then went to class, had my evaluation meeting with my boss, tore down the loft, took an hour long nap, and went to the secret night of fun. Which was lots of fun! We went out to Tuttle Creek and played softball, catch, & hung out with lots of cool peeps! Then we drove to a different part, right by the water and sang praise hymns a little after sunset. It was amazing! After that, went to Wendy's with and then over to Lyndays house to hang out w/the gang. Which was also fun. I didn't get home utnil 12:30, and didn't sleep until 2. Woke up at 6:45 to get ready to go to Newton. I know, Newton isn't that exciting of a place, so why in the world would I go there? To watch my wonderful little brother compete in state forensics. It was fun, I haven't seen him since January 29, so it was a good time. Anna went with me. We didn't get back until around 6:15, and I ate some supper, took a short nap, and am at work. If I sound like I'm rambling, or my grammar and spelling is off, it is because I am dreadfully tired, and I have to work until midnight and it's only 8:25. It's going to be a long night at the desk. But it was all worth it. I won't get to see most of my college friends for the entire lenght of the summer, some not for even longer, and I most definately needed to go support my brother.

Anyway, on to my next point. I drove the 4 hour round trip to Newton with Anna by my side. The entire way there we were engrossed in a wonderful discussion about life and other specifics about it. So we were thuroughly awake. We also saw about 7 cops. On the way back however, we were both struggling to stay awake. Which was bad b/c I was driving and she wasn't awake enough to help me stay awake. We put in my jam out music, sang along, then put in my Disney Princess CD and sang along with that as well. And I saw one cop, when we were almost to Manhattan. Weird balance. Also, I saw so many dead animals that suffered the tragic fate of being hit by a car. It was insane. Lots of racoons, and a fox. There were also 2 deer that were within 20 feet of eachother. It was insane. The closer we got to Manhattan the more awake & short tempered I got with other drivers. And I remembered one of my biggest pet peves...when people leave their blinker on after they are done turning or changing lanes. ARG! Like really...where do you think you're going, you can't turn anymore. I don't know why that bothers me so much, but it does...and it's not like you can just tell them, "Hey, turn off your blinker." because they can't hear you. So word to the wise...don't leave your blinker on, or else you were get the wrath of Britni.

Anyway, I should start to work on my last paper for the semester. Have a wonderful day!!!

Oh, and PS...everyone should tell Kael not to pierce his lip; that it's stupid, would regret it, and plus... he should fear for his life if he did...b/c the wrath of Britni would shine. ;)

Snot...really, what kind of word is that?

2005-04-27T00:32:00.000-07:00

So...for the past couple of days I have contracted a cold. First my throat hurt slightly, then I almost lost my voice (which I think is absolutely halarious, wish it would have lasted longer that way), and now I'm slightly congested with a cough. The thing that drives me insane is the fact that when your nose is plugged, it usually is plugged on only ones side of your nose. At least that's the way it is for me and it drives me insane! (as previously mentioned) I mean I should be greatful that I can breath through at least one nostril, but I still seem to sit with my mouth gaping open, breathing through my mouth like one of those psycho/slightly mentally handicapped/slow people. And then, when you blow your nose, all the snot comes out of the one that isn't clogged, but takes forever for even the slightest amount to come out of the clogged one. How insanely backward and stupid is that?! Let's just say that when I have a cold, my best friend is a little bottle of affrin. It's a life saver...clears my nose of all the snot and lets me breath...at least for a while. So here's to my meds, my tissues, and my affrin. *raises glass*

Me...Athletic? You've Got To Be Kidding Me!

2005-04-21T03:47:00.000-07:00

So...I wouldn't consider myself a very athletic person. I participated in sports in middle school, but decided that they were too hard core for me in high school. I was a cheerleader and a dancer in high school, with more emphasis in the fine arts. Not that cheering and dancing aren't vigerous activities, I just didn't have to put up with the fine coachmanship of Mr. Wrath...or...I mean Rath. (Nice name huh?) Hence, I've never thought myself to be athletic, so I would never play many sports, especially with the hard-core boys. But lately I've been playing such sports as basketball with my friends Dave, Isaac, and sometimes JB, intramural softball with my dorm, and, believe it or not, tackle football with a group of Cru people.

I started playing basketball with Dave and Isaac as a way to hang out with Dave...and Isaac always came too, and so I got to know him a bit too. We would go every Wednesday after we got out of classes and we'd shoot around for about an hour. There were usually just us 3 and a few other guys, so we'd normally just mess around and play knock out. Now, I fully warned everyone that I hadn't played basketball since middle school and that I suck. Which I did. But as the weeks went past, I gradually got some of my game back..and maybe some more (since I don't think I was very good in middle school.) I haven't played b-ball with Dave and Isaac in a while, but I have been to the rec with JB. Now if you don't know JB, I have to tell you that he is Mr. Sports. Also, he is like 6'2" and has a good 100 pounds on me. When I go with him, we usually shoot around for a bit to warm up, then find a few people to play a nice, low-key game with. That or we just play a little one-on-one. However, I was very proud of myself the last time we played. We were playing one-on-one with another guy and a girl, and had all promised to not play hard b/c the other girl had just given blood a bit ago and JB had just played about 45 mins of full court ball with some more serious fellas. So we played....and JB and I lost 7 or 8 to 11. And the great thing is....I outscored my lovely partner. I was proud of myself to say the least.

Intramural softball is fun times. We've only actually played 2 games, which we lost, but it's' been fun because everyone has the attitude of just going and playing for fun, not hard-core winning. I haven't played softball since the 6th grade, so it's been quite a learning experience for me. And the sad thing is that I walk away with at least one new bruise each time I play. Usually from not catching the ball, and it hitting me in the leg. I've gotten some nice welts and bruises. (JB would not consider them bad, but for me who never gets them....they're pretty tough and manly.) Right now I'm sporting a new one on my left shin. :D

Now, the funnest of them all. Tackle football. I know, a wussy girl such as myself playing tackle football is kind of a hard thing to imagine. I do have to admit, that since I am a girl, the boys don't go so hard on me. But, there are no rules for girl/girl tackling, so I usually get at least one hard hit a game on me (Erin is a beast!) and one great tackle on someone else. Lyndsay Nelson has always been there, a fellow girl in a man's sport....but there have been others who just rock my socks off, like Kendra who can catch like none other, Chandra who isn't afraid of any boy, except may JB, but then he is a big boy who gets this look of complete determination when he gets the ball (I'm scared), Carrie has played once and did an awesome job, and then of course, the beast, Erin. Erin layed me flat once, it was amazing! It's so much fun to play, I always make sure I can show up. We usually play once a weekend, usually Sunday afternoons for an intense 2 hours. However, though I don't think I play as hard as any of the boys, it's still quite the work out for me because I feel it till about Wednesday. The guys are awesome because they help me figure out the game since I've never played before in my life, and the girls are great b/c we're just there to have a good time. I've even got to be QB for a bit, which, I have to say I have terrible judgement on who/when to throw it to, and not the best aim...but the guys are encouragable and never put me down. You all should show up b/c it's a blast and we could always use more people! Especially girls. :D

This semester I have definately become more active, surprising myself. I never thought I'd be playing football, taking hard hits, and actually being descent (at least I think I am..idk though :S). Bruises and all, it's an awesome time to just hang out with people, get to know them, and bond with them. I'm not all tomboy, it's fun to just let go and get sweaty having fun.

Deer Xing: Next 3 Miles

2005-04-17T20:45:00.000-07:00

So....Lindsey and I are driving back from our fast visit to Salina. We went there for a few hours to see her sister all dressed up and going to prom. (I'm very jealous of her gorgeous red dress.) Anyway, we were driving back (as previously stated) and jamming out to Disney Princess songs to stay awake because we are both running on very little amounts of sleep and we pass by a yellow diamond shaped sign that had a picture of I guess a leaping deer. I turned to Lindsey and was like "Wow! It's the only place along the interstate that deer are allowed to cross....right here around the vacinity of this sign. Nowhere else are they allowed to cross." *if you haven't noticed yet, I am an extremely sarcastic person* Now, usually when I see one of those signs it says something to the effect of "Deer Crossing: 1 Mile" or *Sign* "Next 3 Miles" or something to that extent. Now really, the deer are only going to cross around the sign, or for the next 1-3 miles. It's the only place along the highway that the deer are going to cross; they won't cross 4 miles away from the sign, or even before the sign. It's like the equivelant of a cross walk for deer. Like on the KSU campus where there are crosswalks for people to cross the street at, and here cars even have to stop for you on them. But you know like on campus that people don't always use the crosswalks and just step out into the street with the full faith that no one will hit them. It's just a funny concept to me. I just now made that connection with the KSU crosswalks. Ha. I find myself pretty genious. But of course, I am sleep deprived and procrastinating a huge paper.

Is Anybody Out There?

2005-04-15T19:21:00.000-07:00

So...I wonder how many people actually read my blog. I know I tell a few to read it either because it is pertinent to them or because I'm desparate for people to read it. I'm not sure even if they do or if they enjoy it. So, I think I'm mostly writing for myself, telling myself things that I already know and journaling to myself about events or making myself feel cool. I don't write interesting things that are slightly obscure and humorous like Timothy or Micah or Ian. I don't write a daily update of my life like Anna and Lindsey. I'm not random like Megan. I don't to a spiritual journal to keep myself on top of things and accountable. I'm not sure really of the purpose of my blog.

Random sidenote: I'm at work at 9:30 on a Friday evening, and let's just say that the girls going out just keep on getting trashier and trashier....and the fact that it's spring and warm outside doesn't help the fact. No wonder the majority of the male populous seems to be
so lost.

So, I'm off work in 10, and I have nothing else to rant about. And If you're one of the few who read....HI!

Peace out (said like Kip in "Napoleon Dynamite")

"Attention. Attention..." The dreaded words.

2005-04-12T05:33:00.000-07:00

So...at 2:45am on a Tuesday morning, it's not fun to be suddenly woken by "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" No, it's not the alarm clock waking me up for work, that's in another hour. I realize that as soon as I hear a man's voice monotonely saying, "Attention. Attention. An emergency has been reported. Please go to the nearest exit." "BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!" Then, to make this lovely wake up call even better, a woman repeats the monotone message. Every time I hear this, I am just waiting for someone to tell us to get out of the building in Spanish, French, and Chinese. But to my dissappointment, it never does. Anyway, back to the story..."Why does the fire alarm have to go off tonight!?" Je deteste le fire alarm beaucoup. I, in a ticked off mood, get up and put on shoes and a hoodie, grab my keys and phone, and with Lindsey and all the other girls, head down the stairs. Good thing we're only on the fourth floor. But we're hacked. We don't see flames anywhere, so we assume that someone burnt popcorn again. Really, it takes some stupid sorority girl to burn popcorn in a microwave to a point that it smokes enough to set off the alarms. (It's happened before.) We stand outside in the cold, wrapped in a blanket that Lindsey was smart enough to grab. At least it's not raining this time. Outside, you can hear a bell/buzzer/alarm thing going off. At least now we can't hear the annoying monotones. After about 30 minutes, the herd of tired girls heads up the stairs, back to sleepytime. However, though I am hacked that the alarm had to go off in the middle of the night, I'm praising Jesus that it didn't go off an hour later, during my shift at the front desk. Then I'd have to deal with the chaos of the desk duties when it comes to fire alarms...which I have no idea what I would do in that situation (sad isn't it?). When I get to work, I ask Shana what the dealio was. She informs me that it was someone in one of the study rooms on the first floor blow drying their hair and the hair dryer fritzed out and started to smoke. I GOT A TRIP OUTSIDE IN THE FREEZING COLD JUST BECAUSE A GIRL DECIDED THAT SHE NEEDED TO BLOW DRY HER HAIR AT 2:45AM WHEN IT WOULDN'T EVEN MATTER B/C NO ONE WOULD SEE HER!!! Stupid sorority girls.

Emotional Rollercoaster of a Blog...just a small one

2005-04-05T03:19:00.000-07:00

So...I spent the weekend working and hanging out with Cru people, which was, I must say, AWESOME! I don't think we actually did much, but it was fun times. Football at the old stadium is always fun, espeically since it was so gorgeous out. And Chandra got to play. She is a stud, my idol! Carrie also did an excellent job, took a tough beating in some major plays. She has guts man! And Chuck E. Cheese was fun too. Though the pizza was majorly expensive and greasy, the roadtrip was an awesome one! It was an awesome idea on Brad's part to take Coltrane, Carrie, & Kendra out for their B-days to a little kid hang out for the afternoon. I have pics if you would like to see some...just give me a holla'.

Other than working and hanging out...I've been doing my fair portion of stressing out. I'm trying hard not to, but for some reason I just can't get over it. And it always seems that when it rains, it pours. So many things seem to have come up that I either don't know how to handle, or can't handle, or weren't expecting. I think I may give myself and ulcer someday if I can't control it. I know it's not a good sign when i think of things and I just feel queasy. But I have to remind myself to put my faith in God. Which seems very contradictory from what I have been doing and just previously said. The speaker at Cru this past Thursday talked about worry and stress. It spoke to me because I could identify with everything that she talked about...even the intense game of "what if?" The events of the recent past have made me realize that I don't have my worry under control...not even close. So I'm trying. So as a disclaimer for the upcoming week: If I seem a little moody or distant, I'm very sorry. I'm working on it.

Princess Equals

2005-03-31T00:49:00.000-08:00

So...Anna, Lindsey and I have declared that we are like certain Disney princesses. Yes, I know that Disney princesses are for little girls, but I have to admit I've never grown out of fairy tales and happliy ever afters. Anyway here are the similarities.

Anna is like Jasmine. She has grown up under the close watch and protection of her parents. Jasmine has been kept inside the palace walls all of her life. And although her parents haven't been trying to marry her off, they do want her to be taken care of. And I know Ian isn't a street rat like Aladdin is, he is definately Anna's "dimond in a set of semi-precious stones" (direct quote from Anna). And there is no Jafar trying to seduce her. And no pet tiger. Well, you get the point that she's somewhat like Jasmine.

Lindsey is like Cinderella. A beautiful girl who has been sheltered and put to work by her mom just like Cinderella is by her evil-stepmother. She does the chores and takes care of things on the homefront. But she is being swept away by her prince. And she does have a shoe fetish...though she doensn't have any glass ones.

And I am like Belle. I am an avid lover of books and stories of "far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, and a prince in disguise" (quote from the movie). I dream just like she does, and I want more than this "provential life" (again another quote from the movie). Also, there is a beast in my life. Namely, J. Beast as he is so called on msn messenger. Though, I prolly won't marry J.B., he's my buddy and he's in my life. Though, the inanimate objects of J.B.'s house don't move around and talk, and I'm not imprisoned there and my father isn't crazy or trying to rescue me from the "beast" the similiarities are rather funny.

I hope you've enjoyed your trip through the world of Britni's logic. It can be a rather interesting ride, so if you don't want to enter again....i guess just don't read my blog or talk to me ever again. ;)

Haunted Elevators

2005-03-29T23:32:00.000-08:00

So the elevators at Ford Hall are haunted. They keep on randomly opening on random floors. I was in the elevator with JB on the 4th floor, trying to get to the lobby. But the elevator was going up, which we accepted and rode to the 7th. Before I could press the 1 to go back down, the 9th floor button lit up and we were on our way up 2 more floors. Once we got up there and the doors opened, the 8th floor button lit up...then the 5th...the 2nd (JB had 10 bucks on the 3rd so he lost)....then finally we made it to the first floor. It was rather insane. And I've worked a total of seven hours today and the doors have been opening randomly the entire time...but frequently. I was going upstairs after I got off of work at 12 this morning and I didn't even have to press the up button...the doors just opened for me. It's very odd. Hmmmmm....I wonder bout that....you should too.

It's over! Spring break 2005 is over. tear

2005-03-29T02:37:00.000-08:00

So I had an amazing time on spring break. I didn't want it to end, but then I was excited to get back to all my wonderful friends here in Manhattan. I decided I just needed to gather everyone I missed here in Manhattan and take them back to California with me. Then the world would be right. But I need to tell you all about my super fun trip. *Disclaimer: This is a rather long blog and could be very boring. So don't say I didn't warn you*

Anna and I headed out after catching a breakfast of Wendy's with Cory at 10:00am. Anna was driving so I, after having an hour of sleep, dozed off for about an hour in the car. We made it to Dave's house with out any problems. His parents took us out to a much needed lunch before we got on the planes and had only plane snacks to live off of. Dave, being the sweetie he is, took us to the airport and hung out with us for a while before we went through security. Then I got to fly on a plane! I absolutely love flying. The feeling of speeding up rapidly and lifting off of the ground is just an indescribable, awesome feeling. The flight from Kansas City to Chicago was only an hour long, but I was excited that the flight from Chicago to Orange County was 4 whole hours long. My grandpa picked us up and took us to MacDonalds for a late supper. (The two miniscule packats of pretzles and 1 1/2 cans of Sprite just didn't do it for me.)

Sunday was a lazy day. Went to church, ate out with my aunt, grandparents, and other people from their church, layed out in the sun for 30 mins, took a 3 1/2 hour nap, & ate supper.

Monday was a big day. It was Anna's first trip to Disneyland (my like 8th). We got there around 11 and spent the day soaking in the atmosphere. We only rode 3 rides: Pirates of the Caribbean, The Haunted Mansion, and Indian Jones. All wonderful. We ate lunch at Club Buzz in Tomorrowland and stood inline for 1 1/2 hours to get our food. It was insane how many people were there (compared to this past summer). We went to Aladdin and Jasmine's story time & shopped for souvenirs. At 6, we met my grandparents for dinner at the best restaruant in the place. I was so hungry by then that I scarfed my roastbeef, mashed potatoes, green beens, busuicut, and half of a strawberry cheesecake. Then off to Fantasmic, the show on the water with many famous Disney characters. I made sure that Anna got the best of Disneyland...I think she had fun (We can hope anyway).

Tuesday morning Anna and I met Ian and T at the Getty. It was amazingly beautiful. The outside, the buildings, the gardens, and the artwork. We spent about 2 hours there looking around, and eating the expensive food (thanks for lunch Ian). As soon as we were ready to leave to try to get T back to class, it started to rain. We stood under a huge umbrella and watched a little girl dance in the rain...so cute! We headed back to USC, which took longer in the traffic, so sadly, T missed his class. Ian, Anna, and I braved the pouring rain to go to the USC bookstore to buy shirts and walked past the practice football field. There was an opening and we looked in and saw them practicing. Ian was excited. "That's the #1 team in the nation!" he said. After getting completely soaked, we went back to T's appartment and waited for Micah to arrive. We popped in the movie Shark Tale and got about 20 minutes into it before he came and we headed out for drive thru mexican. After eating that Ian, Anna, Micah, and I headed up to Malibu to spend the night. Anna and I were wet, cold, and extremely tired so we went to bed early.

Wednesday morning was a semi-early one. We ate breakfast at a little diner where Micah loves the breakfast burritos. As we were driving back, we stopped for a bit on the side of the PCH and stood on the beach. It was windy, but beautiful. A little down the road, Micah pointed out Cher's house. It's crazy to think about that these people you see on TV have places like 100 yards away from where you're standing. We went back to Pepperdine to buy some shirts and see Micah's classrooms. But the most amazing thing happened....I got to hold Micah Kafka's hand! Though it wasn't for very long, and only because I held his credit card hostage and he was trying to get it, it was the most amazing 20 seconds of my life. *dreamy sigh* I should have kept the credit card longer. Anyway, we headed to USC to pick T up. We were going to hang out at a park because it was a beautiful day, but couldn't find a parking spot so we headed back towards my grandparent's house in Hungtington Beach. Micah was having an ADD attack on the drive, but it was halarious. We stopped for sushi, which Micah made me eat before letting me eat my other normal cooked food. Let's just say I wouldn't eat it everyday. Then we got Coldstone icecream and went back to the house. Tried to get Micah's trunk open for about 30 mins (lol) and then the boys took off. And that's the last time we saw them *sigh*.

Thursday was a lazy day of In & Out Burger and Shopping. It was a good, productive day in which I spent money I should have saved. Dinner was wonderful at a mexican restaurant and dessert back at the house of angelfood cake and fresh strawberries. Yummy!

Friday was our second day in the Disneyland Resort. We went to California Adventure. Anna and I viewed the Aladdin muscial. It was amazing! To see it together, both avid fans of Aladdin since our childhood, was so wonderful *tear*. ;) We were going to go on the Tower of Terror, but decided the 3 hour line would dwindle later in the day. We walked around the park before meeting my grandparents and aunt for dinner. After that we finally got on the Tower of Terror and rode Soaring over California, saw the electrical parade and shopped. It was a good day.

Saturday. Lub time. He got there around 10:30 and we headed for the beach. We played catch with a frisbee after lotioning up and we caught up through the semester. AFter that we went to stick our feet in the water. Man was it cold! Like ice water! But we didn't get in because we met my grandparents and aunt for lunch at the pier. Ruby's is a great reastarurant, 50's style and wonderful. After that we went back and layed out for a while, then Anna and Caleb decided to boogy-board. I knew it was going to be freezing, and since I've already experienced boogy-boarding many times before decided to sit out and take pictures. They had a blast, but once they got back and the numbness faded away, they were convulsing. I tried my best to warm them up, but finally decided to get back to take a warm shower. After dinner at the house, Caleb took us to Hope to see where he spends all of his time. We saw the campus and his room, watched some crazy short movie clips and watched Dane Cook, a comedian. After, I had to deliever kisses from both Cory and Renee to Caleb. ;)

Sunday came too soon. Caleb picked us up at 8:30 and we made our way to LAX to leave. Our plane took off at 11:30 and we arrived back in Kansas around 9. Davey was there to meet us and lead us home out of Kansas City. What a sweetie! And he even carried my huge heavy bag for me! Anna and I, completely energized for some reason, rocked out to old-school NSYNC on the way home. It was a blast!

Sorry this was so long and boring, but I just had to give everyone an update and make them jealous of my wonderful time in the warmer state of California and with 3 very fun guys!

6 hours and 3 pops later...

2005-03-19T07:15:00.000-08:00

Wow. It's 7:05 am on Saturday, March 19. I have been up since 1:45 am after going to bed at 12:50 am. I'm on pop #3 and movie #2. I've swept my area, cleaned the desk, and took an inventory of all the supplies at the desk. I've listened to a CD and now I'm writing a blog. Let's just say it has been a looooong day so far. But, "it's going to be a beautiful day." Because by the end of it, I will be 2 timezones behind my current one and 5 states away. I feel for Anna, because she will get to hang out with me all day...and I will be a little loopy because of my sleep deprivation. Poor Anna. Everyone that is on spring break, have a great break and I'll see you later! For everyone that isn't, I'm sorry, but you cand still have a great week. ;)

Au Revoir!

Earth in Action & Spring Break

2005-03-18T16:08:00.000-08:00

Earth in Action (my last science class ever) today was incredibly stupid. And he didn't even give us an incentive for being there in his incredibly boring class the day before spring break. This man is hard to listen to for 50 minutes, 3 days a week. On Wednesday, he said something along the lines of "And we'll get to this point in a second. Well, the second is up so lets talk about it now." Wow, hearing that non-scarcastically from a 60 year old man who looks at rocks for a living....made me chuckle. My personal favorite (being an English major) is when he defines a word and uses the word in the definition.

"Generally rapid mass wasting - Falling and Sliding
A. Rock or Debris falls - rapid fall of the material
B. Rock or debris slid - fairly rapid slide down slope
C. Rock or debris avalance - large amounts of material sliding or falling & flowing down slope
D. Slump - small scale & getting slump of material along the edge of a cliff"

That is directly from my notes, directly from the board, directly from his notes, directly from his head. And he's a professor at a university, spent at least 8 years in college. HOW?! How did he pass with this kind of thought process!

I am so ready for spring break! I need a break from my frustrating and confusing life to just chill and not think about anything but sand, sun, old friends, and shopping. Anna and I are leaving tomorrow around 11ish (hopefully). It's 6:44 right now and I'm at work. Between now and when I leave tomorrow, I have to pack, visit Cory at Coldstone, work for 6 hours, shower, finish packing and load up the car. It's going to be a long night. But well worth it, because I get to fly in a plane for the 2nd time in my life and go to California! It's gonna be so awesome! Hanging out on the beach, visiting with Micah, Lub, & T, go to the Ghetty & Disneyland! I know, Disneyland, but hey, it's a childhood thing. Anna and I (and Ian who will join us later in the adventure) are going to take lots of pictures while we are in a warmer place that you are. And if you're lucky, you might get to see them. ;) Well, I'm heading out because I'm almost off work and I need to get started on my packing. I'll tell you all about my wonderful adventure away from reality later!

Frustrations and Fears of My Major

2005-03-17T03:00:00.000-08:00

I'm an English major. And before you ask, no, I don't want to be a teacher. I have no patience. But I have no idea what to do with it. I've been writing these blogs, partly because everyone else had one, partly because it's fun to go off on random things, and partly because I want to know if I can write well. I want to know if I could make any sense writing, because I have been thinking of a writing career. Not journalism. I'm not that pushy. I'm not a poet. I don't know if I could ever write an entire novel. I just don't know what to do.

I took a writing course last semester, Introduction to Creative Non-fiction. It was interesting, and fun. I was the youngest (being a sophomore with a group of maybe 1 junior, and more seniors and grad students) and was very intimidated. In good reason, everyone else was a lot better than I was. I did learn a lot though. So anyway, during that class, I decided to write more often, to exercise my writing muscles in my brain. I've only come up with 2, page length prose-type pieces. They're rather depressing (since I was a little on the down side last semester) but I like to think descent writing. At least people tell me that they're good...who knows if they're just being nice to me

So for the past year, I've been examining movies and books that I've seen or read, thinking about the complexity of them. The little details, the plot twists, the depth of the characters...it's insane! I think of the movies (because I haven't actually had time to read them, but I'm going to one of these days) The Lord of the Ring trilogy. It completely baffles me the extent of detail and complexity and how everything just works together and connects. How could someone think of all of these things? And Tolkein was a linguist, not a writer! I don't know how he did it. That would be purely amazing to accomplish anything near a fraction of what he wrote. These books are hugely immense. Even the short stories of authors such as Edgar Allen Poe are complex and deep and thought provoking. Maybe I can do it. Maybe I just need the right inspiration. I'm not sure. But if you ever want to judge for yourself my wonderful (or lousy) writing abilities...all you have to do is ask. Just remember, you have been warned.

So I have been thinking of possible career moves. Well, considering I suck at anything science or math, I just don't understand economics, je ne peux pas parler ou peux écrire le français à tout, and I'm not muscially inclined enough to sing for a living. So I'm pretty much stuck with English. I mean I love my English classes, they're very interesting and they are the only classes I can stand going to. But, career paths are small and few to come by. So, I've decided, until God shows me which path to take, I'll just have to be a bum. That or marry a sugar daddy and just live off of him for the rest of my life.

Warning

2005-03-16T23:07:00.000-08:00

This morning I treated J.B. to breakfast since he sacrificed his sleep for me and my car. We went to MacDonalds, which I'm not a huge fan of, but I let him decide where we were going to eat. As we were sitting, eating our bacon, egg, and cheese buiscits, six MacDonalds exec type people came and sat down at the table right next to ours. They were all dressed up with fancy name tags. I didn't pay too much attention to them because I didn't want to blatently stare at them. After they all sat down and had discussed if Joe Somebody was going to make it or not, they started their meeting. I was looking around the room when I glanced at their table. I noticed that sitting in the middle of this table, surrounded by MacDonalds exec type people, in a MacDonalds....was a box of Krispy Kream Donuts. KRISPY KREAM DONUTS!!! So the MacDonalds exec type people, sitting in their building, not eating their food. That so sent me the signal....DON'T EAT AT MACDONALDS! THEIR OWN PEOPLE WON'T EAT THEIR FOOD! What else would a person think? That they're just wanting a change because they eat it all the time? I think not! So all who read...DON'T EAT MACDONALDS! THEIR OWN PEOPLE WON'T EAT THEIR FOOD!

My Own Superman

2005-03-16T02:11:00.000-08:00

So, this post is dedicated to my hero, J.B. Hendricks. J.B. has been my superman multiple times this week, always coming through and flying to the rescue. OK, so he doesn't exactly fly, but he drives his truck really fast. It all started on Saturday evening around 5:30. Anna and I had had a wonderful day of blowing money of clothes for spring break (yay! I'll be on the beach in less than a week!) and were leaving Aggieville after getting a scrumptous dinner of Coldstone icecream (cakebatter with cookiedough...yum!). We got to 11th street and my car spontaneously combusted! OK, so it didn't combust, but with the word spontaneous, it seemed to fit. Il est mort. So, I put it in park, started it again and preceded to turn on to 11th street. But to my dismay, it took all the strength in my arms to get the wheel to turn. Keeping my cool, I pulled into the Gumby's parking lot. "Hmmmm...J.B. knows more about cars than I do," I said to Anna, "I'll call him." So I did. I described what had happened, he just replied, "I know what happened, I'll be right there." And a few minutes later, the black F-150 pulled into the parking lot...which was almost as cool as superman flying in for the rescue. He came over, and popped the hood to my car, and saw the problem. The big belt on my car fell off. (Which I could have seen if I would have looked myself, but I would have been helpless to remedie.) So, I got out my tools and J.B., with his huge arm muscles and I, with no muscles, preceded to put the belt back on. (By the way, it was almost dusk by this time, and I was wearing a skirt because it was gorgeous earlier in the day...but by now, it was freezing!) As a thankyou gift for helping us, Anna and I gave J.B. the rest of our delicious coldstone ice cream, which he was very thankful for.

So, Anna and I got in the car and drove, thankfully, down 11th Street, crossing Bluemont instead of turning on it. About half way between Vattier and Kearney, we hear a loud ka-CHUNK-chunk-chunk! I turn onto Kearney and of course, I can barely turn the wheel....again! So, I pick up my phone and press redial.

"Hello?"

"I'm on 11th & Kearney."

"I'll be there in a few." J.B. was on his way.

I pop the hood and look. There's a part missing! Anna ran back to retrieve it from the street because she saw where it was. She was running back with the hot circular object on a stick, when J.B. pulled up (which he proceded to make fun of her for). He inspected the damage and said, "Welp, it's not going anywhere!" So he pushed the car into a better parking place, and we left it to go fill our mostly empty stomachs.

Later, Brad (who is also my hero) and J.B. came and towed my car all the way to the llama lot! I'm sure glad J.B. has a Ford F-150 and Brad had a tow rope. Brad also drove my car, sacrificing his arms to force the wheel to turn.

But it doesn't end here. I had to take pictures of my car to send to my dad. So J.B., after playing catch, drove me all the way out to the llama lot to take them. He is also going to get up early in the morning to help me tow it to the mechanics. What a man!

Also, J.B. is my hero because he was there for me when I needed a hug because of stressful events. By telling me that everything will be okay, or that God loves me. By giving me a back rub after a strenuous afternoon of tackle football. And by helping the desparate me when I need it.

I have my own superman disguised as a normal, every day college student. I'm too lucky.

Nocturnal Divestiture

2005-03-12T00:36:00.000-08:00

Sleep. What a stupendous idea! A wonderful time of unconsciousness, spent dreaming of an odd mix of thoughts usually humorous or surreal. Lately, this is a luxury I haven't been able to afford. Between late work shifts, loads of homework, late night movies, late night chats, and long talks with God, there isn't much time for sleep. Sure, I'm sleepy from about 9pm to about 11pm, but if I have to stay up any later than that, all hope is lost. Like tonight. I was dead tired from about 9 to about 2am. Maintenant, il est 2h14 du matin et je ne suis pas fatiguée du tout! Of course, it is a good thing since I am still working on some random homework and I got a lot accomplished today. Things like going to church, playing tackle football with Lyndsay and the boys, going to work, eating, walmarting, chatting, and homeworking. Naps have become so precious to me. Sad thing is that I cannot get myself up from taking a nap unless it is something important like work or bible study. I can't even get myself up to eat at the derb....oh wait, that isn't as exciting as it first sounded. :S It is a good thing that my friends are truly my friends. Because when I am as tired as I have been lately, I am very loopy. I can't voice complete or coherent thoughts...which is the exact replica of what is going on inside my skull. And, to make matters worse, I continuously giggle. Well, actually, I don't normally make any sound when I laugh when I am very tired. All you may hear is the sound of me gasping for breath every once in a while. I'm only telling you these things to warn you of what to expect when I am tired....so you can run and hide. "Run away!" <-A wonderful quote from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. And now I think I will go and run away to my cozy bed in the corner of my room and try to catch a few hours of sleep & maybe a crazy dream about something like men in uniform or having a lead role in an Adam Sandler film & dating him (I actually dreamed that once....I don't really want to...gross!). Who knows, I may even dream about you! Yes you!!! I'll tell you when I do. but until that time, Bon Soir!

Job Requirements

2005-03-08T01:59:00.000-08:00

It's 4:16am central standard time on a Tuesday morning, and who in their right mind is awake?! Of course I have to be. And I get the pleasure of being alive for the next hour and 44 minutes, just in the smallest chance that the phone will ring or someone will walk through the door that I need to stop b/c they are carrying some type of alcohol product that needs to be confiscated. Sometimes I accomplish some type of homework that I neglected before I decided to go to bed (usually around 1 or so), but normally I stare off into space, pretending I'm back in my warm bed dreaming about being in a spy network or men in uniform or spring break. For some reason I really don't know, after I get the normal work duties out of the way, I turn on my computer and log on to msn messenger. Do I really think that anyone else would be up at this time of morning? Do I really think I'll have an intellectual conversation with someone that is even crazier than I am? They'd have to be crazy actually be up this early in the morning for absolutely no reason at all. Apparently I do, because periodically throughout my shift, I click on the messenger thing on the bar thing at the bottom of the screen to see that nothing has changed, no one has signed on or off, nor have they changed their status. I'm all alone in the world of my few msn buddies. But can I blame them? no.

Tonight I should be working on my French 2. I have a page cultural assignment due on Thursday, and an oral presentation, completely in French, about a region in France to give on Monday, along with the lab book I could be working on so I don't have to scramble to get it done right before the test, and the daily assignments to read, and the billions of verbs to conjugate and memorize......but I choose to avoid it. Je déteste la classe de français deux. Mais, je peut étudier pour la class en écrivant dan la journal électronique. Une fille a traversé juste la porte !!! Quelqu'un d'autre est vivant !!! De toute façon, aujourd'hui j'ai appris quelque chose des escargots et la formation de rochers. ... ne demande pas. Si tu peux actuellement lis ceci, je suis étonné. Les félicitations ! Je espère je peut lis il dans la matin, mais tristement, je ne pourrai pas probablement à.

Well, I will leave you all totally and utterly confused and rock out to my middle school obsession of NSYNC's self titled album, so I can laugh at my stupidity so I can keep myself awake and entertained. So if you're ever awake from 4-6am central standard time on Tuesday...definitely give me a holler, I could use the break from insanity.

Yay! I'm a joiner and got a blog!

2005-03-06T14:51:00.000-08:00

OK, So everyone and their dog has a blog site somewhere. So of course, being the against the flow kind of girl I am, just had to get one. But as of right now, I'm about to order a pizza to injest it's greasy goodness and try to study for a lit test that is alost impossible to study for because you just have to know everything under the sun. So, I will post later with more exciting news.