Merci, 2013

It makes me sad to see almost my entire 2013 year has passed by undocumented. 

My thoughts came and went and no writing occured. But oh well. 

It was truly a fantastic year. 

A year of many changes... 

Some I had control of and others I had no choice. 

Some people got ripped out from under me while others were constantly knocking trying to be let in. I'm glad I let them in. 

So thankful for 2013. 

That is all.

Here's one of my favorite pictures from this year:

Yeah my face isn't in it, WOT of it?!

Diary of a Coffee Skeptic

The other day I was daydreaming in my apartment. The twinkling Christmas lights that I have strung about my room always put me in fantastic, pensive moods. The start of September brought Autumn to mind [as if I don't think about it enough already]. I was wearing a long sleeve shirt and truly convinced myself that it was cold outside. It was then that I developed the yearly craving for

Cinnamon, pumpkin, and caramel, oh my!

What to do, what to do . . .
A voice in the back of my mind charmingly whispered "coffee."

"Ooh good idea" I thought. "Wait, what? Did I really just say YES to coffee?"

"A Pumpkin Spice Latte will fix you up nicely"

"But I hate coffee. Coffee tastes like chalk!"

"Don't start quoting Patty Mayonnaise! You're twenty years old, attend college, and go countless hours without sleep quite often. You need to attempt to acquire the taste. Plus, for 'Pumpkin Spice' you can get over the 'latte' part"

"Yeah, you're I'm right. I guess it's time"

Time for what? To stop talking to myself, yeah, but also to pull one of my maneuvers. . . The kind where I force myself to do something [in this case drink something] until I fall in love with it. Past examples include Dr. Pepper, bananas, and Cheerwine [which may or may not still be a work in progress].

- - - Others have tried to convert me to a coffee-drinker in the past, but if they knew me at all then they would have realized that their efforts were no good. I am stubborn and I do things when I want to do them.

 So if you're reading this and you once have tried to make me like coffee, then I would just like you to refer back to the "Potty Training Complex" when contemplating mentioning any comments in my direction that even slightly resemble the following: "I told you that you'd like it." , "Hey you finally like coffee!" , "I tried to tell you what you've been missing out on!" AKA actually saying "I told you so..."  - - -

Just like with sushi, I need to try a variety of things to discover what I like and dislike! Follow me while I venture out in search of my favorite tasse de café, or at least for now the one that makes me cringe the least. Don't judge, though I know you will, but I'm using Starbucks as my starting point. I trust that whatever they make will be a uniform representation of whatever I order. Once I begin to figure out what I actually enjoy, then I will search for other places who possibly make it better. I can't help that I'm a n00b!

Diary of a Coffee Skeptic will be a snapshot of my brain on coffee. I'll talk about what new things I'm trying, how I feel about each, etc. Again, this 'series' will be a judgement free zone as I plan for it to be very raw. Raw in the sense of putting my real thoughts on paper computer screen. Clearly my n00biness makes me quite uneasy!

Adventure Coffee is out there!

Kangaroos, Beer and Hermione Granger

I chuckled while reading this DRAFT. 

Originally written November 27th, 2012 at that local coffee shop.

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I just need to write. Write write write. My body is quivering from locked up emotions and words I need to express. The sun is setting to my left. The smell of coffee & winter spices fills the air. Quiet typing is all around the room. Sip. We haven't bought anything. Sitting over here, 'hiding' and discussing the finer things in life... like kangaroos, beer, and hermione granger.

Yes, I have quite the to-do list, but this place inspires creativity. . . not boring work.
If i could just hold off a little longer on this creative spirit trying to escape my body, then i could get some work done . . .

talking to myself, it seems like. its ok though. this is helping. off to learn about mad cow...
dossen hoodeed man.
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Very Best Chap

Yet another DRAFT. Originally written November 16th, 2012.
I'll use this post to say how much I miss my friend Alette! She commissioned into the Air Force and moved out west with her boyfriend [who I also miss]. I hope all is well with them.

I'm going to miss doing things like this with her . . .

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Blimey! 

Me & my very best chap enjoying a bloody good cuppa coffee.

We haven't done a thing in over a fortnight.

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I remember this was one of the first nights we went to this local coffee shop together. We sat on our computers and spoke with British accents and looked up slang [which explains the wording of the post]. She was probably being productive, but I'm pretty sure I was blogging.

Bienvenue 2013,

Eight months later and I decided to open up random unfinished draft. I wish I had finished and posted this back in January, but it was a surprise opening it up today.

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   January 1st, 2013. I hear the words bouncing around my brain as I type. Twenty twelve has gone by fast and with many many twists and turns. I've decided to write two letters today.

Dear 2012,

Words words words

Sjaashgjasfj,

Brittany

Dear 2013,

I walk into you with confidence and dreams. Having grown tired and irritated of being treated like a child by many of my surrounding relationships, I will use you as my excuse to finally step up. That way it's not so out of the blue, this year will show others what I am actually capable of . . . stopping the doubt and the underestimations.

Nobody will know you're great unless you show them

I'll stop doubting myself and begin to believe in me.

Blabbity Blah,    

Brittany    
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Though I'm still unsure what words I have for 2012, I find my letter to 2013 very pleasant. I'm happy to report that the content of the letter is positively reigning true more and more each day. I no longer underestimate myself as I did before. I've been taking chances and standing my ground.

Happy New Year Me

Brief Currently Crushing

Can we all just oogle this watch for a moment?

It will be mine.

That is all.

I Knew Better

I'm going to briefly share three stories about trust.
They will most likely make no sense to you.

The first will explain why I hate sharing. 

The second will explain why I hate group projects. 

The third will recount the time that I tried to fix these things . . . when I shouldn't have.

Sporty Spice

Lightening Press break room. Some girl wants to play with my barbies.
Mommy says I have to share.
Me: "Fine." Give her David Beckham's wife.
Girl: "Off with her head."
Doll breaks. I cry. WHAT THE HECK I'M NEVER SHARING EVER AGAIN.

Another day. Another opportunity to share with someone.
Remembers last experience BUT Mommy says I have to share.
Me: "HELL NO." Everyone says I'm mean because I don't share.

It's like touching a stove, getting burned, and people thinking you're a chicken because you're not up to touch the stove with them. Nobody understands.

History Games

Seventh grade history. Group project to create a board game.
Nobody has any plan or does anything.
I do entire project alone.
They still get credit.
WHAT THE HECK I'M NEVER DOING A GROUP PROJECT EVER AGAIN.

What are you, stupid?

{red-eye flashes twice}

Class. Group essays.
Teacher grades first draft.
Based on previous experience, I know to do the majority of the writing, but everyone contributes.
Time for revisions.
Group member VOLUNTEERS to revise.
I let my guard down and decide to be NICE.
He revises. I trust him... apparently too much.
He sends the EXACT SAME PAPER WITH NO REVISIONS.
Can I die? Who the...? What the...?
WHY THE HELL WOULD SOMEONE DO THAT?
As if they think nobody will notice.
This is a grown man. Far older than me.
Yet I'm either less lazy or just plain smarter than him.

WHAT THE HECK I'M NEVER GOING TO TRY AND CHANGE MY WAYS AGAIN...
Story One and Two happened to teach me a lesson and prevent shit like Story Three.

I'm too angry to write full sentences let alone make pretty colors.

I feel Grrrrrrrr

Here is a shaved bear:

I'll Tell You Something...

I am tired of holding back, people!

Each time I want to speak my mind I get far too nervous to actually come out with the words.
If I do, then I always LOSE to certain people. Red face, hot neck, uncomfortable situation all over.

I'm not letting my fear of reactions hold me back any longer. I will be respectful, always, but I will not let others opinions or ideas be more important than mine.

I am smart and I count. Therefore my ideas count too.

So be prepared because I am done zipping my lips.

Dis [appointment]

It honestly sucks when people lie to you.

It hurts when the lie comes from a friend.

Even worse a close friend.

Yes, I caught a close friend in a lie.

A big fat lie.

Important things to know:

Does this lie affect my life personally?
No, it doesn't change a thing.

Do I care about her lying to other people?
Yes, but it's not really my business.

If she had told me the truth, would I have been upset with her?
No, only disappointed.
Less disappointed than I was when I found out she lied to me.

Would I have told others the truth and gotten her in trouble?
No, I don't break trust unless someone is endangering themself.

Would I still be helping her today had I known the truth?
Well... I never turn my back on a friend.

I gave her a second chance to come clean...

... and she lied again, straight to my face.

I know she lies, but she didn't have to do it to me.

Lent-il Soup

Oh well hey there!
Nope, I'm not dead
*thumbs up*
I'm vive-ing and kickin' and going along with my daily routine.

A lot has changed since I last posted.
And I mean a LOT.

I have far too many drafts that are unfinished or cowering in fear.
I'm going to delete them ALL.
Start fresh.
Blank slate.

As all things happen to be, my return is ironic.
I've returned to say so long for a bit.

I know I haven't been here, but I have been on the www
Too much actually.

Using lent as my excuse, I'm cutting back my internet usage.
While I don't need to give strangers (nor friends) my rules to this, I'll share a bit.

I'll still be tweeting, but hardly/ reading tweets.
I'll still be using Facebook for photos or conversing, but no bored scrolling.
Tumblr is completely forbidden.
And definitely no getting sucked into Youtube's dark hole.
Oneword will never be taken away from me, so you can forget about that one.

I'm attempting to cut my reliance down.
After the forty days I will return, but hopefully have less of a presence.

I hope to reconnect to things that are important to me.
Have interactions In Real Life.
Put more emphasis on schoolwork.

The internet will no longer be my weakness.
After this, I will use its powers for good.

Signing Off,

Literally.

Edit: The same day I wrote this post, I failed... 

I randomly scrolled through Facebook and watched sad proposal rejections and pranks on Youtube. 

Thanksgiving Flashback

The Story of Me

Turkey Goble

One chilly November I was sitting in the barn next to my best friend Cowy the Cow, trying to fall asleep. Yes I remeber it like it was yesterday.....

"Honey its time to feed the Turkey" said Mrs. Goblerodel as she cut an orange juicy carrot for dinner. Mr. Goblerodel came down stairs and went out side. This is the part where I thought I was in heaven. Mr. Goblerodel picked up the turkey food and spread a bunch by my nose. I jumped up in surprise as he walked away. "Hey Cowy" I said with a puzzled look. "Don't I only get fed at breakfast and lunch?" "Well yeah" said Cowy, not paying any attension "Oh well" I skipped over to the lot of food and gobled up the food faster than a jack rabbit. I was out like a light in a few minutes.

The next few days I was fed and fed and fed and I got fater and fater and fater. Until I was so fat that I couldn't even fit in the dog door. Not that I went throught the dog door.

One day I think I bragged a little too much about being fed the most in the barn. Finally one of the geese got soo sick of my bragging that the geese waddled up to me and told me the truth. "You fat turkey the only reason they are feeding you so much is because they are trying to fatten you up so you can be dinner on Thanksgiving." the geese swaked. That night I could scarcley sleep.

A few days before Thanksgiving and I've haven't a plan. "I don't want to die" I cried out. I looked over at my friend Cowy he was lieing down kicking rocks. I wobbled over to him. "Cowy" I said sadly with tears filling me eyes. "Will you let me die or will you try and save me?" I said. "Well Turkey Gobble sence you are my dearest friend I will have to at least try to save you." he said. "i will work on the plans tonight" he said "but I suggest you go to sleep" "OK goodnight Cowy and Thank you" I said drowseley and dozed off.

It was the night before Thanksgiving and Cowy still hasn't told me the plan. "Cowy are finished with the plan" I said "Almost" he said. "Can I see it" I said excitedly. "Sure" he said daydreaming in a strange way. I wobbled on over to him and all I saw on his paper was BLANK. "COWY! I thought you said you were almost finished" I exclaimed. "Well you see I thought some and I didn't need to come up with a plan the only thing you have to do is escape and take me too!" he said. "Billiant, I better go to sleep really early" I said. "But Turkey Goble its 1:00 in the morning" he said confused. "like I said, early" I said and fell asleep.

The next day I awoke to an ear shaddering scrape. I opened my eyes and Mr. Goblerodel was coming straight at me with an axe. I ran as fast as I could towards Cowy whe I got ovr to him he jumped and quickly saw Mr. Goblerodel come with an axe. "Follow me" he said. I followed him and I was shaking so badly and I was so frightened that a few times I stummbled oven over my own 2 feet. When we came to a dead end Mr. Goblerodel came closer and closer untill he finnally cornec corned us by the fence. He took up the axe and just when I thought it was all over for me he swung the axe and at that very moment I was lifted and carried away by Cowy who had jumped the fence and taken me away. Yes I learned a valuleble lesson that day never brag. No never eat lost of food before Thanksgiving. As for me and Cowy now we live on the barn we had ran from and and the Goblerodel's farm.

Now the children Jack and Jen are convinced as keeping both me and Cowy Cowy and I as pets not food. Oh yeah I forgot to tell what the Goblerodels had for Thanksgiving dinner. Tha Goblerodels had for Thanksgiving. The Goblerodels ate Turkey Gobler, one of my other friends. Poor Tunkey Gobler. Poop Poor Turkey Gobler.

Please Note:
-This story was from Elementary School.
- I did not edit any of the spelling or mistakes.
- Poor TuNkey Gobler...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Currently Crushing: Youtube Edition

I couldn't chose just ONE thing to rant about today...

 So, Currently Crushing is up again today,

with every Youtube video I've been obsessed with lately!

Oh surely you didn't expect me to get over these SAME things so quickly, did you?

I warn you, it's a long post... be ready for story-time

Go ahead, click on to see it all X )

I'll go ahead and start you off with this though:

The Adventurous Adventures of One Direction

Just skips over the awkward bits & you've got a 1D Animated Comedy
P.S. Bacon Tacos...

Bibliotheque

I ventured out into the chilly weather to come to the library. 

While I've previously mentioned my hatred for this cold, silent, and creepy 10-story building...

I've hated nothing more than the very bedroom I sleep in each night.

Rewind to the end of Spring Semester last year...
Moving out of Sanford should have been a joyful experience. Getting away from the community showers, noisy neighbors, and minimal space was definitely a relief, but as I turned around to shut the door for the very last time, I became sentimental.

Looking around the room I saw every positive and negative emotion I felt in that space. I saw myself sitting at my desk Skyping with my friends, dancing around being silly with my roommate, laying in bed arguing with my ex, pacing back and forth tearing up over the loss of Abby, and curling up into the corner of my bed screaming and crying hysterically about Gary's passing. I could literally see all of these things before my eyes. It shocked me how vivid I made everything. I didn't want to leave it all behind. SO much had changed in one short year...


So not only is there a giant mess stretching to every corner of my current room, but standing at my door looking in I see every emotion I have felt there. I won't get into all that I feel when I sit at my desk, but I know it makes me want to jump out the window and run as fast as I can. How do you get these memories and feelings to leave your room for good?

At this point I have no solution... 

so here I am, in the library I once dreaded... 

feeling more comfortable and happier than ever

Currently Crushing: Katherine Cimorelli

When I first began obsessing over Cimorelli, a Youtube band of six Californian sisters with amazing voices, I found myself in love with Lauren's voice [ and beauty of course ] The love then shifted over to Lisa, all the while never forgetting how much I loved Dani's voice :)

I definitely didn't show Christina, Katherine or Amy much love :/ But today, I'm coming out to say it. Katherine Cimorelli.

At a point in time hardly my favorite, 

has stolen my heart

After following her on Twitter, I wound up on her blog Sonnets and Scribbles where she writes poems & lyrics. I melted. I basically love every message, strength, weakness, and joy that she puts on this website. I started to relate to her more and more, and every video I watched after that made me see her in a different light. Going to be cliche and say it... 

never judge a book by its cover

and another lesson:

LISTEN TO CIMORELLI

G+ Hangouts of October

Click 'Read More' to see all of our internet fun...

Phoenix Halloween Party

Caroline // Me // Alette

Bunny // White Masquerade Thing // Jester (Black Masquerade Thing)

 
Had lots of fun tonight at a nearby club. We went for Alette's friend's 21st birthday & had a blast. We danced all night until we couldn't dance any longer. Then we left & took along crazy Buzz Lightyear (see below), got Cook-out & safely dropped him off! Overall we had a great time dancing together & being silly & laughing at all the sad attempts of men trying to dance with us & get our attention. Lame lame lame. Where were all the hipster lumberjacks? Lol.

 The only picture I could find of another friend from the group we went with. Buzz Lightyear!

Currently Crushing: Ed Sheeran

While I find him quite adorable & attractive for a redhead, it's not just his look I'm crushing on!

His music mellows me out.

&&&

He writes his music himself

Unfortunately something you don't often come across.

PLUS

He's British!

The A Team

Lego House

Very cool song & video...

Not to mention:

Ed SheeranRupert Grint

*boom*

(that was my mind exploding)

Although, when you place the two next to each other I have a hard time choosing.

If you had to choose...
Ed Sheeran Rupert Grint Ew, neither!
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Drunk

This video just cracks me up.

Party tonight at my house, everyone bring your cat!!

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Anyways, if anyone wanted to buy me one... or all... of his CD's

or even CONCERT TICKETS

[I'd only have to fly to London & back]

I'd love them forever :)

T-Swift

Stress relief

Lack of time for expression

8 posts halfway written
Coming soon...

Short Story:

Went to Jen's house to talk about wedding shtuff.

Helped them practice their vows.

Chris was being silly.

I chimed in with a:

I STILL LOVE YOU

[in a Taylor Swift voice]

Jen didn't realize what I was doing at first

I continued with:

I mean this is exhausting

We are never getting back together

like

ever

She laughed & replied with:

Alright T-SWIFT let's get back to the vows

Please pay close attention to the gorilla and the emo lion-ish guy.

They always stare intently at the camera. 

They are my favorite part of this video.

I die ery tyme.

Silly Taylor... empowering women

What was she thinking?!?

:P

If Unicorns Existed

They forgot Voodoo Magic somewhere near the rear-end!

Grant my wishes

So many things my unicorn would allow me to have or do
No limitations on wishes, as long as I stay on his good side!

Fly me to exotic places... or maybe just to class

My unicorn would fly me everywhere I wanted.
Lettus, climb aboard, we're taking a day trip to Utah!

Create a rainbow at my command

Who wouldn't love to see a rainbow anywhere at anytime?

It would be even more profitable if a pot of gold appeared at the end!

Punish the people I dislike

Just like the Sims 3 Pets' (evil) Unicorns, maybe mine could help me out?

Nothing TOO mean... perhaps a wedgie or Facebook hack?

Girl Scout Hunger Games

Imagine the look on my face when I heard that my mom's troop was attending a Hunger Games themed Camporee... All I could picture was small Girl Scouts battling til death. Horrible. Fortunately it's just a theme where the events will consist of self-defense classes and archery! My mom called upon my to be the creative eye and create t-shirts for the girls to wear during their weekend. I had to make sure they looked cool! So, District 734 needed their very own emblem:

I used Iron-Ons which turned out to be not as fun as I thought. I wrote SKILL instead of weapon & the girls loved writing in what each of them strived at. It was cute to hear about them writing 'Cooking' or 'Problem Solving' :)

I used the font from the cover of the actual book: Hunger Games Font