Because obviously you all care about what times I have class next semester and because I know how much you like sharing in my OCD, here are some things regarding my spring schedule that I figured out today. Continue reading “I has a spring semester class list”
Do You Have Any Gum? (Blast from the past)
LOL. This is one of my early, EARLY videos, filmed entirely with my iSight camera. Someone posted a new comment on it and I rewatched it. Hee.
Emotional Maturity
For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while, you know that I’ve struggled with self identity and the different levels of self hatred from my history of being bullied. The entire purpose of Bri 2.0 was me finding reasons to like myself. And since coming to college, that goal has been fully achieved, and as I tweeted on October 20th, “I’ve reached a level of emotional maturity where I no longer hate myself. I hate everyone else.” Continue reading “Emotional Maturity”
FYS Technology
If you wait till the end I read a chapter from my latest book, Dawned!
Eugenia part 31
Why a “conversational style” should be more widely accepted in academia
Long title. Whew,kmmmmmmm. Sorry. But I wanted you to know exactly what you were getting into with this post. And I find long titles humorous. (Incidentally, people think I’m funny in college. Isn’t that WEIRD??) Continue reading “Why a “conversational style” should be more widely accepted in academia”
Wil and Ethan
Collaboratively Failing
So. Um. lol. Footnotes and stuff.
Housekeeping, because it’s SO MUCH FUN. Also I have a bit of time left before I have to get ready for class and I don’t feel like writing yet. Continue reading “So. Um. lol. Footnotes and stuff.”
Dawned, Prologue
I didn’t used to go to bed hungry. Some nights I didn’t go to bed at all. Sleep was only for the poor people who needed strength for the coming day in a factory. I needed no such strength. The most I had to do on a given day was come up with creative ways to avoid my mother.
But sleep had become important. If I didn’t sleep, I was slow and unobservant. And if I was slow and unobservant, people died.
The worst part was the hunger, though. I used to tell Ethan that I could feel my stomach consuming itself in its empty agony, but I stopped once I saw the look in his eyes. He’d grown up hungry.
Some people have no sense of humor. Continue reading “Dawned, Prologue”