i've been reading my yearbooks.
everyone is so convinced i'm "the coolest and funniest person they know".
apparently i've changed.
lots has changed since i was robbed.
i got a new stereo.
i got lots of new things.
and i lost even more things.
how emo i sound.

le gay.
LOVE// Britt

literally.

robbed.

thieves came in and stole the stereo out of my truck.

stupid theives.
[they left my amps, cds, and subs]

ignorance.

tha murf isn't like it used to be...

LOVE// Britt

lovelovelove.

here it goes down.

down into my belly.

mm mm mm.

LOVE/ Britt

ooh. what a strange picture!!

my eye is quite large.

LOVE// Britt

i will be going to medical school.

i will also be getting my doctorate. [i don't know how to spell it]

my cousin will be hooding me when i finally graduate medical school.

i'm very excited.

i love Ohio.

LOVE// Britt

i'm in newyork.

miss me.

please. lol.

LOVE// Britt

NEWYORKCITY

it's coming.

i'm very excited.

like...really excited.

miss me while i'm gone.

LOVE// Britt

i'm painting my room...

you should come see it...

the majority of my spring break so far was soccer...

and i don't mind...

ninja meditate on top of mountain

i like boys...

i hope they like me...

because i'd rather that girls NOT have crushes on me...gross.

and now...i'm going to go pierce my lip. kbye.

LOVE// Britt

I

LOOOVVVVVVVVVVE

you!!

oh love. sweet sorrowful joy that encompasses love.

i got a new tattoo.
it says "yes           pimp juice         eat babies for clothing"

i have glasses.

i like this one guy...no...not mr. "grab a handfull"...someone with real character...he said we're going to get married on top of a mountain...and there will be flutes playing...and trumpets. and so on...

i like balloons.

i'm in a play. and i'll claim it.

tomorrow is my dad's birthday.

i tend to like boys that have the first initial of B or J...sometimes it strays to the random Ks or the crazy Ss.

i have awful judgements come upon myself...mostly about my appearances.

before the orchestra plays shoeless joe...we grind and massage backstage...yeah bubba. hahahah.

i like the summer.

i'm afraid of storms.

i'm afraid of not getting married.

i like to give random facts to you about me.

LOVE// Britt

crushes are tasty.

i like them. they make me feel girlish. and i'm 172 years old. mwahahhahaha...lines from the play.

oh the play

mmm my favorite.

hey look...people think we're twins...

weird...

LOVE// Britt

new blog.

nothing to say.

blah blah.

COME SEE THE PLAY!!!

WHY does LIFE treat ME so SPLENDIDLY!?

i'm not quite sure but i enjoy it.

LOVE/ Britt

this play will be...amazing. Come see Damn Yankees at Blackman. mostly because you will never regret it. this is my shameless plug of the play.

i have had quite a few great revelations. yes. and most of them come about at play rehearsal. i'm telling you...it's life changing.

that's all i have.

i like shadows.

LOVE/ Britt

i am in the mirthful sphere of existance in which i adulate no one. i find myself wonderfully freed. sometimes i long for a crony to consort me in times of need. but all in all my substantiality isn't relying on any paramour. i belive i am complacent for the time being.

LOVE// Britt

so i was sitting here thinking...

i have so many things i would like to accomplish. but instead i like to get on the computer and talk to friends.

tasty.

LOVE/ Britt

this one time...i was having a dream. and then...i killed my best friend and a guy that i hate. i slit their throats with a shovel. oh my gosh...i'm scurred of myself!

okay. i like snow. it needs to come again.

i'm thinking i like someone. this boy. yeah...i think so.

okay. that's all.

LOVE/ Britt

i scored another goal this weekend.

This quiz said if i was a stripper i should dance to Closer by NIN...because "when i dance it's a little scary, a lot sexy". weirdos.

this other one was pretty much right on...but it says i can get whatever i want because i manipulate people well...hmmmmmm.

my friend is forcing me to find a boyfriend. and when i say forcing i mean it. so i'm thinking...maybe if i just say one of my friends is my "boyfriend" she'll believe me...and we can act...but not have to actually be together...oh boy...i'm so sneaky.

 love you kids.

LOVE/ Britt

with our collars popped and our scenexcore/gangster love.
knowing the next move. and the tattoos.
keeping it fresh with the marbles aligned by color.
with the gun and the alcohol...such a nasty mix.
with the power ranger friends and the never ending story.
the Fear Before and the gangster rap.
remember that boy...he knows all my friends.
remember that other boy...he hates me now.
are you asleep?
look at this snow. it's prettier than i am.
initials laid out so nice on the trampoline.
such an effecient killer.
the sickening smell in the middle of the night.
pancake cults and cookie dough sickness.
why did they come over?
i sit and glare at you...but you like it.
36? for one person?
giant cards and open mouthed drummers.
holy jeans and non fitting clothes.
cheerleaders? always.
faggot face.
we stayed up until 5:30...only to find ourselves awake at 10.
sorority sisters? i think so.

LOVE/ Britt

midstate should be enjoyable. mostly because of boys.

the play is going by really slowly. that's not good. if some people would learn their lines...and if the boy dancers would learn how to count...oh well...it'll be better soon. hopefully.

i love it when i fall into that abyss of not liking anyone. it's a lovely place to be. the world doesn't look at me as if my life is one story of unrequited love. english, bah.

LOVE/ Britt

IT'S A FREAKIN SNOW DAY!!! YEAAAAAAAH!

oh yes...i'm excited.

I <3 GEORGE?!

I WAS WRONG...IT'S SNOWING...AND I'M TAKING MORE PICTURES.

SUUUUUUCK IT. lol.

ayeluhvyoo!

LOVE/ Britt

apparently it actually does snow in tha Murf. that's super fly. i took pictures of course. because i'm a crazy little cracker. love you guys.

LOVE/ Britt

edit//
i will cease to exist as the Britt you know. maybe the Brittany is coming back. that good, nice, happy little girl that many people knew. Brittany's kinda dead. but maybe she'll pull a Jesus act and come back to life. no one knows. but you're still not allowed to call me Brittany. you should hear the story of what happened to the last girl who called me Brittany.