Category: Blog
Let’s get in a groove, in a groove!
(Sing today’s blog title to the tune of “let’s get physical!”)
I tried to warn you
So since the only three people blogging lately have been myself, my brother, and Cody (Scarface), you all have earned yourselves another depressing personal blog. Continue reading “I tried to warn you”
Let This Be A Warning
For every day that someone doesn’t fufill their blogging duty (and let me remind you, they CHOSE to blog weekly), I’m going to post a depressing or
insightful personal blog. Continue reading “Let This Be A Warning”
WTF
Did I lose all of my bloggers? What’s going on here, guys? I know that several of you were gone for Spring Break, but come on. I know Morgan was home yesterday for politics, I know Cody was home today for sports, I know Craig was here both Saturdays for Creepy with Craig, and I’m mostly sure that Dorenka was here Thursday. But I’m not positive about that last one so yeah.
Junior-itis
I though school was dragging on in September. Monotony monotony monotony. Let’s get to winter break already. That was insignificant compared to how I felt once January rolled around. I was tired of it being cold and for no good reason. I dreaded each new snowfall. I was bitter, having to wake up in the dark and have to scrape ice off my car and not have my car heated until I was at school, where I had to suffer through the day learning nothing of substance and generally feeling depressed and wanting to move to Hawaii.
Now, that spring is here, comes the worst onslaught of what i suppose to be senioritis that i’ve ever had. And I’m not even justified, because I’m not a senior. I don’t know if I’m going to have any laziness and lack of motivation left by the time it’s actually acceptable.
With the coming of warm weather and chirping birds, I feel happy. And because I feel happy, I do not want to spend my time doing things that make me unhappy. Today, I realized how utterly easy it would be to just give up. To just not show up to the classes I don’t want to go to. To not turn in assignments I don’t feel like doing. To go to Taco Bell every single day because it’s cheap and hot. To watch TV all the time.
It sounds so very appealing to just not struggle and just be happy with mediocrity.
And I’m going to be honest. If it weren’t for wanting to go to college, I would give up. I’m trying to figure out how to pull through this. It’s easy to stack up all the things that make life miserable, but its harder to string together the little things that make life worth it.
Like NOT GETTING A PARKING TICKET. WHAT KIND OF PERSON STALKS AROUND OBSCURE PARKING LOTS AT SEVEN A.M JUST TO GIVE OUT TICKETS???
people who have given up on life. If you do not wish to end up like that, stay in school and realize that sometimes, sleeping in is just more important than duty.
Mirrors and Hotels
Mirrors are very useful contraptions. When you walk by one, it’s hard not to check your hair or that grossly disproportionate thing on your face that is your nose. (Maybe that’s just me) But mirrors can be awkward too. So here, now, are the three most awkward placements of mirrors. Continue reading “Mirrors and Hotels”
Ok, before this gets out of hand…
I would first like to thank Dorenka for bringing up my alleged narcissism. You really opened a can of worms with THAT.
Moving on, let’s delve into this. I started this website the second semester of my 8th grade year. It was the extension of my first website that was basically a page off of my dad’s website, which I called Bri’s Place. You know why I called it that? Because it was the very first place I could talk about whatever the heck I wanted, and I could be as strange or as serious or as funny as I wanted to. BrisPlace.com was already taken, so I named my website after a song I’d penned, entitled “My Own World”. Note: Middle School was the most depressing three years of my life. I hated it. It was terrible. My self esteem had hit rock bottom. You have no idea.
So I started the website as a regular blog, somewhere to post short stories, poems, little essays I wrote, and lyrics. It was my world, after all. Then I started feeling empowered by the internet’s anonymity. So I thought, why not enjoy myself a little? I then proceeded to create an alter ego, Vannah. She was outgoing, strong minded, and slightly narcissistic. For a while, I actually convinced people that she was her own, separate entity. But that’s not really important. What’s important was that I finally had an outlet for myself; for the first time, I didn’t have to worry about what other people thought, and I didn’t have to worry about everyone else’s problems. I figured, after all the crap I’d gone through in middle school, I deserved to be a little narcissistic.
After a while, Vannah morphed into Bri and I became much more confident. Obviously, most of the ‘narcissism’ is sarcasm, because it’s fun to act like a total self centered jerk sometimes and not mean it at all. If helped me gain confidence, and enabled me to begin making more and better friends. It was a stepping stone.
But like I said, it was all a joke. I still have self esteem issues. I still doubt myself and my abilities to function in real life. So I think that I’m entitled to be sarcastically self centered on my own website, thanks very much.
Oh, and for the record, Twitter was just a whim that I really enjoy. It’s like posting mini blogs instead of gunking up the actual website. And I can update from anywhere. I’m obsessed, and not because I want everyone to know what I’m doing EVERY SECOND OF THE DAY because I’m a narcissist. No, I just like it a lot.
And honestly, anyone who takes my narcissism on this website seriously and personally, grow the heck up and learn how to detect sarcasm. It’s a neat little device.
This is the story of a girl
Who didn’t eat for 30 hours.
Although my Twitter updates may seem contrary, the 30 hour fast wasn’t actually that bad. I mean, I ate a regular size dinner (that is to say, large), and my body was like “Meh. Thanks for feeding me.” And then we were good. I woke up this morning, packed my [vegetarian] lunch, ate breakfast, and left for school. Easy peasy.
Except for lunch. That was terrible. I avoided the cafeteria by staying in my debate coach’s room, where Bart and Tessa and Mia were. Mia was also on the fast, but Tessa and Bart were not. Bart’s soggy peanut butter and jelly sandwich never smelt better, and Tessa’s popcorn filled the room with a salty, buttery scent for an hour. It. Was. Torture.
But once I stopped thinking about food, I was good. If I ignored any mention of food, I was just fine. I could have gone another thirty hours.
Survivor, here I come!
It’s been a while
For NHS (National Honors Society), I’m participating in a charity called the “30 hour famine”. That means that I can’t eat for thirty hours, starting at noon on Sunday and ending at six on Monday. I’m two hours in, and I can smell my dad’s lunch. This does not bode well.
I have other announcements:
1. Bart and I, despite our dysfunctions, made it to State in debate!! The season continues! I’m very proud of this. Two of the people we debated (on separate teams, no less) told me that I’m a really great speaker and it seems like I do all the work. Well, yes, I do all the work. So thanks!
2. I can touch my tongue to my nose. Bart and I were waiting outside a room for our debate to start, and he told me to try it. I don’t remember why exactly. So I tried… and I could! Definitely the highlight of my day.
3. I have a date! I think. His name is Dylan and it took the combined powers of his debate team and my debate team (he goes to school across the valley) to get him to ask me on a date. I gave him my number, and since I can’t eat today he’s supposed to call me with what time his choice of movie is playing so I know when he’s picking me up. It’s almost two o’clock, and he has not called. Hm. Updates on that later. If there is a later.
4. I’m hungry.
5. 1984 is an awesome book and anyone who doesn’t like it is silly.
6. I am out of interesting things to say.