Plast Blast-The I Had a Crush on Who?! Edition

It has been forever since I posted something from my old journals, and since nothing much is going on in my life to write about right now (because all I'm doing lately is doing homework, completing design projects here and there, and I may or may not have watched the Bad Girl's Club Marathon all day long) now is as good of time as ever to post this.  This was written my sophomore year in college. As always any typos or misspellings are crimes against grammar were committed back then, and my commentary is in pink. Check out my other Past Blast entries by clicking here.

I just tried to take a nap but that’s not working, so I guess ill update before going to night class.But when I go to night class I get to see my new crush AKA Vagina boy (This one took me forever to figure out. Who was this guy? And why was I calling him Vagina boy? You would think I would remember someone I called Vagina boy. Finally, I remembered I was taking a Human Sexuality Course at the time, and the teacher asked for volunteers. She then asked each person to draw the opposite gender's sex. I believe he basically butchered the female anatomy, but he sure was HOT) ,  HA he had to draw a vagina on the board last week in class. It was classic.

So me and my suitemate went to pick up air freshener and some other things at wal-mart. But they wouldn't let her buy the air freshener because she had bought some OTC medicines. And they said we could make crystal meth. Like we even know how to make crystal meth (I guess I could have googled it, but honestly even if it wasn't illegal, I think I would be too lazy to bother making meth). They even made her sign a piece of paper where she promised not to make crystal meth. Do you think that would honestly stop someone? (yeah I once signed a paper saying I wouldn't do bad things before marriage too, and that didn't turn out too well). Think about a person walking in to a store and they are thinking "Man I was going to make some meth, but since I signed that slip, I can’t! Gosh darn it."

pffft.

On another drug related note, Moe, lark, and I were watching rent last night. Moe asked if you could get AIDS from sharing needles and we told her yes. So she said as long as you didn't share needles you would be fine. I laughed and said, "doing heroin is probably still a bad idea, even if you bring your own needles from home." (I can't tell you how much I love Monique, she is one of my best friends, and she is getting married in September. I can't wait to go. But she was always saying things like that. I also loves this because I can almost see old Brittany starting to become new Brittany, sense of humor-wise).

Imp (IMP?) really tired, and I don’t want to go to class. But I will. But if I have to have a 3 hour class this would be the one id pick. Not because it is about sex (OK, it was because it was about sex), but we have so much fun in that class.

I'm going home Thursday, im excited. Thursday night im going to take the longest bubble bath known to man while a read my new book (This is totally stupid but I wish i had written what I was reading, I'm totally curious).

Friday im going to go see evita, britney (old best friend, now I hate her) can't go, so I invited jenny. If she can't, ill take my mother. Saturday my mother and I are going to eat and to a movie. And Sunday I will go back to Mississippi. Somewhere in there I need to study. but I won't worry about that yet. :). (Who am I kidding I was already worried).

Past Blast-Gotta Cut Loose Edition

This is the fifth installment in the Past Blast Series. This was written on August 29th, 2004, a few weeks after I started college. Candace was my roommate freshmen year, the first person I ever shared a room with, and I loved her. We had a lot of great times together, and a few bad ones too. Like the time she accused me of eating Cheez-Its in the bathroom, because we had started getting ants in the bathroom sink. Eating Cheez-Its in the bathroom? Really? I don’t eat in the bathroom, promise. Unfortunately she ended up flunking out, and I didn't see her much after that. By the way, most people I roomed with in college ended up flunking out. Apparently I'm a jinx. This entry isn't as long or as funny as the others; I just picked it because I was feeling a little bit nostalgic about my days at MUW. As always, the typos and bad grammar are the fault of old Brittany. My commentary is in pink.

Last night I went over to Sophia and Mertrice's room, becaue there was a lot of laughing and I just couldn't sleep. (Our dorm room was at the end of hallway with only a few other rooms and we called ourselves the Southsiders. We even made signs that said Southsiders and posted them all over our halls. We were always in trouble for being so loud! You could hear us cackling for miles).

We started talking about Santana and how she was crying in her room because she had just broken up with her boyfriend. And me ANd mertrice (both psychology majors) were feelinhg (really Brittany? You couldn't take the time to proofread and fix "feelinhg"?) pretty bad about it. I swear we were both about to cry. But we did offer to go an console her for 2 dollars a minute, of course (Good old Psych humor, it kills everytime). :o)

I realized something absolutely tragic today. My alarm clock has no snooze button (It sounds like I was joking, but I was so serious. I'm pretty sure I trashed that thing asap. Why even make an alarm without a snooze?). How can a alarm clock have no snooze button? That is ashame. How will I catch those ever so crucial nine minutes of sleep. Why the crap is it nine minutes anyway (I still want to know WHY?) What a truly odd number.

Last night Candace and I couldn't get to sleep. So we watched Saturday Night Fever. We started talking about how we both love all dancing movies. (Dirty Dancing, CenterStage, Save the last Dance) and then spent an hour trying to figure out the name of one movie. Where dancing is outlawed and then they all mysteriously learn how to dance So after about an hour of frustrations and literally hitting ourselves on the head, I remembered it was FootLoose (I haven't actually seen the movie, so knowing that everyone mysteriously learns to dance perplexes me. How does that happen? Explain this to me). I will never forget the name of that movie again. Though Candace said she would forget tomorrow (and I'm pretty sure she did, gosh I miss that girl). :o)

Past Blast-Lovin' the Showtunes Edition

This is the fourth installment in the Past Blast series. This was written on Augusut 4th, 2004, a few weeks before I left for college. The little quote in the beginning is from Jesus Christ SuperStar. I think I had recently seen the play, and was singing those tunes non-stop. As always, all misspellings and typos are orginal. My commentary is in red.

"Christ you know I love you
 Didn't you see our wave
 I believe in you and God
 So Tell me that Im saved"
*Does the Jesus dance!* (that last line isn't part of the song, I'm sure I was really doing the Jesus dance. Imagine very spastic arm movements).

Im eating plums, plums are so good. All plummy and juicy (look how clever I am, using the word while giving the definition. Mr. Webster frowns on that). 

Im really tired. We set up the whole garage sale today. Jenny came and helped a lot. Thanks to Jenny. I love Jenny (I still love Jenny! She was my maid of honor, and she has the best little blog about her time studying abroad in Germany). But anyway it took about two hours, but Im glad we are done, and I think it will be a good sale. Ugh, I have to be up at the crack of dawn, but that is ok. At least it wont be hot. It suppose to be very cool (Call the Grammar Police!). One last step before I move out.

I talked to Adam for an hour today. Im starting to fall for him (aw that makes me feel schmoopy). I feel it creepy over me (I'm pretty sure I meant to put "creep over me". But I love how "creepy over me" sounds). And its not something I want right now in my life. Im still coming off a rather messy break-up, and Adam lives in L.A (Chill out, Little Brittany, you will live there one day). And I know hpw bad LDR couples can be. How hard it can be. How it hurts even in the best situations.

Its such a mixture of emotions. Im still hurting over Pj (the OCD side of me really can't stand that I didn't capitalize both letters of his name. I'm having to restrain myself to keep from fixing that now), and at the same time excited about Adam. Is it possible to feel both at the same time? Adam wants me to come visit him spring break in LA. How amazing that would be. But I can't even see my mom letting me do that. Because she doesnt know Adam. And she was pretty skeptical about me going to see Pj, and she LOVED Pj ( I think LOVED is a little bit of an exaggeration ). It would be amazing and nervewracking all at the same time. This emotion is new to me, I dont know how to think or act.

Oh my, or mammia mia. I should listen to my Mamma Mia soundtrack. Maybe the answear lies there (First off, the typos in this sentence or painful to read. Second, THE ANSWERS LIE IN THE MAMMA MIA SOUNDTRACK. Gosh, I hope I was kidding. But I doubt it).

Past Blast-Weeble, Wobble Edition

This is the third installment in the Past Blast series. This was written on November 1st, 2004. I was still fairly fresh off my break up with my first love. After we broke up, he started dating a new girl, and he had told me how cool it was that she liked video games, because I didn't. Ironically, he ended up dumping her, because she never wanted to go out, just wanted to stay in and play games. Karma. My commentary is in red.

I'm a weeble, I wobble but I don't fall down. I know that sounds so simple, but its really not (I can't believe that I would seriously compare myself to a preschool toy commercial).

I wobble side to side, I have my near emotional break down, I come so close to losing it, sometimes I even bump my head on the pavement, but I won't fall. I wooble and then I wake up stronger (I even bump my head on the pavement? I really love the old me, even though she makes me cringe).

Last night was long and slightly miserable. But I woke up and I'm ok. I remember why I broke up with him in the first place. And its all ok.

All my freak out was about was the "Why not me?" stage. All the bullshit he told me about not wanting a relationship or another girl. And my heart still jumps a little when I think about that lie. But it is ok and life is good (I was obviously trying to make it sound like I was ok with it).

We talk like strangers now. Or aqqaintances passing in wal-mart but not even that friendly (this is one of my fave phrases in this post, it shows my small town girlness- acquaintances passing in wal-mart. Loves it).We dont talk as past lovers, friends, or intimate partners. Somehow I always feel like he is pitying me, or talking to me like I'm a 3 yr old, though he is not. I blocked him for a little while, just to get my bearings. Just to not feel pangs of I dont even know what.

Then I feel like I have to laugh. They (him and the new girl) aren't having meaningful, soul bearing conversations like we did. All night conversations, watching the sunrise and falling asleep on the phone (I thought the most romantic thing that someone could do back then was falling asleep with me on the phone. Honestly his snoring was pretty annoying). They are playing games. Literally.

I know I will find someone to love, I'm not in any rush. And I know I'm worth it. I'm me, and tons of people love me for me. I've never had any problems making friends, and I am loved (Good job, old Brittany).

It will be a while before I can say, "I'm happy for you," and mean it. But I will cross that bridge when I get there (I actually talked to him a few weeks back, and he is doing great. I told him I was happy for him, and meant it).

I'm reading this book by one of my favorite authors that I can't seem to put down. Its called, "In her shoes." I have had my nose in it all day. I'm not ashamed to say I love chick lit. Not the only type of books I like but I do like it.

The awesome part the book is I have read her previous books and in this book this is a short meeting with the main character of the previous book. Its kind of like a treat for her fans in a way. Kind of like hey this character is still doing great. She is still getting married, still happy, and her little baby is growing up. It really made me happy. Like people who hadn't read the book wouldn't think of it at all, but to others it is special. Its like your in on a positively golden delicious secret (kind of like golden delicious apples). Maybe I am just insane.

Today, the president of our school threw a birthday party for her fish, Mr.Darcy (I remember that day so vividly, it was so odd). She bought the whole cafeteria two huge double layered cakes for the occasion. We even sang happy birthday. Her golf cart had a sign, happy birthday Mr.Darcy, first fish of MUW. A little absurd, but cute in its own right.

So Im going to mimic the livejournal front page, if you are able to vote and dont, dont want their to be any whining on the lj about how the country is being ran for the next four years. I dont care if you vote for Elvis, JUST vote! :o) (that was the first election I ever voted in, I was so excited)

Past Blast- Dorm Room Philosophy Edition

This is a second journal entry in the Past Blast series. This was written on Spetember 24, 2004, when I was a freshmen at the W. My commentary is in red. Any spelling errors or typos are original.

There are hobbies that I like to do only every now and then. I like the term every now and then. Every now and then creates a good relationship. It doesn't let your water run dry....nor does it flood you. It surrounds you with the perfect peace (I am basking in the utter profoundness of that statement, notice I didn't mention any of these "hobbbies." I just wanted to sound cool by saying that, I'm certain. Like when I would cuss in third grade). 

 Everyone has come back to the humble dormatory (after labor day weekend). I have to say Im glad to have everyone back. It got slow. Wow, it seems like the whole focus for most people was to have sex this weekend, which hearing about these endless/fruitless pursuits is kind of funny in a way (I used to like to think that my life was like one long episode of Sex in the City. Even though I was not doing anything at all).

People freak out that college kids are having sex, i freak out because college kids are having sex without protection (thanks for the public service annoucement, Brittany. That sounds like something someone would say on those NBC "The More You Know" commercials).

 My room is so cold. I have to sleep in sweats. Stealing Robyn's term I live in the land of eternal winter (yeah that room was never comfortable anytime ever).

 These girl are becoming my friends fast. But I still wish for something. I wish I could have my new college life but bring my old friends along with me.

 Took orders tonight and jumped in the car with Santana and Christina to go to Taco Bell. We had 9 orders to get, but they only let you do three orders per car. So we had to just keep going around and around, it was starting to get ridiculus (this was traumatizing to me, going through drive-thrus has always made me nervous, and I bet those people were getting tired of us). She drove really fast and it made me a tad nervous, but I made it out alive (she was probably going 25 mph, I am the worst passenger ever).

Ive been invited to a party next weekend after the game. I will most likely go, I have that hot new dress that I LOVE. But most likely I will be the sober sister just because I worry about everyone else (goody two shoes, much?). And Im not a huge drinker (I remember that party, I drove and didn't drink. We hit a police road block coming home, and the minute he approached the car I got nervous and blurted I HAVEN'T BEEN DRINKING. He laughed at me for a good five minutes. Oye.).

My cousin Crystal IMED (back when my life revolved around my AIM chat window) me today and said she had a question for me. I was getting pretty nervous since I have cut off all ties with that family. I was worried she would ask if I would be home for thanksgiving or vice versa (how does vice versa make any since in that sentence? Vice Versa what?). But she didnt, just asked for a recipe for dip (best DIP ever). Thank God, it was such a relief.

Past Blast-The Blue Hair Edition

A few weeks ago, I wrote about reading over my old live journal entries, and my blogging BFF (ha see I'm channeling being a teenager already) date girl, got inspired and posted some of her old journal entries. I thought that was a great idea, so now I'm stealing her idea. So I found this semi-cringe worthy entry from when I was seventeen, posted on February 2nd, 2004. I copy and pasted this, so all the typos and spelling mistakes are my original ones. I used to never proof read. My commentary is in red.

Next year when I leave for college, I plan to get a semi permenent blue streak in my hair. I've always wanted to (I can't tell you how much I wanted that blue streak in my hair, I thought it would make me the coolest person on the planet. You know since no other person in the world has ever dyed their hair before) ANd now I will. I'm also going to get a really small tasteful tattoo on the back of my right shoulder. I also may want a nose stud. My mom will die (yeah, she would have killed me, but I'm stll considering getting a tattoo, but I think I just have been watching too much L.A. Ink). But I've always wanted these things. Sydni has a great tattoo, and Rebeccas piercing is awesome. This isn't a rash descion. It just what I've always wanted. But I'll have to wait till May, when I'm 18. I may change my mind. All these things I plan to do tastefully (I wanted to be classy, yo).

I still have to finish Things Fall Apart for English class, it's a an alright book, but I'm having trouble getting in to it. Part of it, is I can't pronounce the names, and that bothers me (Why a comma after it? It took all my strength not to correct that). Because I don't know how to read it. If that hasn't confused you (Sad, sentence fragment). I think I even confused myself. Figuring out what I meant. But I know what I meant, and that is all the matters. Sometimes I think I'm just too deep for others to get (yeah about as deep as a coy pond).

 I have to write my personal narrative (for my Senior Scrapbook) on "Suddenly I became me" How do I answear that? What in my childhood made me, me? Do I talk about memories, stories? ANd where is the line between what I actually remember, and stories I've just been told. This assignement is so hard (Oh teenage Brittany, you have no idea how easy this assignment is compared to what you will be doing at 23).  Its really late, so I need to go to bed!  Byyyyyyeeeeeeeeee.  (Don't you wish you knew me then?)