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.
Tag: Friends
I’ve burned every bridge I’ve ever built
So I’m sick today. It is Wednesday. I do a music blog on Wednesdays. And I just found something that is awesome, music related, and has no mention of Jason Mraz. Do you see where I’m going? Continue reading “I’ve burned every bridge I’ve ever built”
YAY!
First to blog on the new site! Other than Bri. Also, first to blog about absolutely nothing on the new site! wOOt! (atleast when I wrote this)
Anyway, now on to actual blogging. Has anyone noticed that (usually) in a group of friends there will be 3 people: a middle person who is always kinda an even Steven, and two others who’s lives will be almost the exact inverse of one another? I know, I got it from Seinfeld, I don’t care, lately I’ve started to notice that with my friends it seems to be true. It’s really an odd thing to realize. Continue reading “YAY!”
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.
Why?
Why do we spend so much time on there? Why is it so addicting? What are we gaining from it?
These are my Facebook habits.
1) Although I’ve been tagged numerous times, I haven’t done that 25 Things about me or whatever. Why? Because I think it is creepy. And so fake. You spend who knows how long deciding the perfect things to say about yourself so everyone who reads it will have just the right impression of you. Is that who you really are? No, it’s edited and refined down to a list of the twenty five things that make you oh so special. Plus, I don’t flatter myself into thinking anyone is really going to care about me.
2) I don’t post pictures religiously. Who is going to look at them? Who knows what random person is going to decide to find out all about you one day? Pictures are usually for my enjoyment only.
3) I don’t put information about myself on there, because the only people who are going to look at it are my friends and if they’re my friends then they already know about me and if they want to see some pictures, all they have to do is ask.
4) Hence,I use Facebook as a tool purely to spy on other people. I AM ONE OF THOSE CREEPERS WHO COULD BE READING THROUGH EVERY SINGLE POST ON YOUR WALL AND SAVING YOUR PICTURES TO MY DESKTOP. Everyone else lives on Facebook, but I have an account only so I can see what everyone else is doing and laugh at what everyone else thinks is important enough to put on there, or how long they must’ve slaved looking for the perfect status message.
No offense to anyone who loves Facebook. I love Facebook. I can’t stay off of it. It’s great and makes you feel good about yourself. Just when you stop to really think why we are so consumed with it, it’s interesting.
Facebook is more of a popularity contest than anything. A competition to see who everyone likes the most. (I usually lose those types of things. Perhaps that is why I am so critical).
Have a good time on there. Be sure to include names and dates so I can REALLY get to know you.
Incredible
18 people are online on Facebook, and not one of them is someone I want to talk to. Well, I could talk to a couple, but they aren’t the people I really want to talk to. Don’t ask, because I’m not going to explain.
But do you know what I love? When people ignore you. No, really. I just love that feeling of absolute worthlessness. What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, eh? If that were true, I could be a gold medal weight lifter.
There is more than one way to ignore someone. One of which is just that, avoiding or excluding someone. Another, though, is refusing to write someone back, return a comment, reply to a message or email. The first one, admittedly less subtle, actually is better than the second. Know why? Because the second one is harder to detect. Let me take you through an example.
Lets say you email or call someone, someone you’d kind of like to reply. Maybe they’re a crush. Anyways. After a day, or maybe even less time, you get a bit restless. No one else is talking to you, so there’s nothing to distract you. You just kind of sit there, in front of the phone, or the computer. Well, ok. Maybe they’re hanging with the family, or friends. Maybe they just didn’t see it yet. So you get over it, go eat or whatever.
After two days, you know that they have HAD to either have gotten on the internet or checked their messages. After staring at the communication device of choice for a while, you rationalize. Maybe they checked it as they were leaving, and didn’t get a chance to reply. Yeah, that must be it. You give yourself a couple more minutes to stare; maybe they’ll get online or call you back. No such luck, so repeating the rationalization like a mantra, you go back to your life.
After three days, you start freaking out. They’re had AMPLE time to check and reply to whatever you sent them. Why haven’t they replied?? What if you said something that made them mad? If it was an email, you read the sent message closely to identify any potentially offensive lines. You find none. If it was a phone call or text, you run over what you said in your mind. No, nothing too bad. Well, maybe they’ve just been really, really busy. It’s a stretch, but who knows. You spend way too much time by your phone or computer, but the time all blurs together until you have to go do something else. If not for the toilet, you may have never moved. There’s always an explanation, you tell yourself.
Five days later, there are three options:
1. They got it a while ago and forgot to reply
2. They have no intention of replying, whether they read or listened to it or not.
3. They’ve died in a tragic accident.
You rule out the last one, since you just asked someone and they assure you that whoever you’re trying to talk to is still, in fact, breathing. By now, this is getting ridiculous. So you write, call, or text them again, asking what the heck their problem is. Now, another one of three things will happen:
1. They write or call back and apologize. They’ve been busy.
2. They come to your house to apologize in person, with a dozen roses.
3. They ignore that as well.
If it’s option 3, the process I’ve just described repeats itself, only worse. I mean, if you don’t want to talk to me, just freaking tell me. It’s easier for everyone. All this alluding my calls and email crap is cowardly. ESPECIALLY when I know, for a fact, that you’ve had time and the ability to get back to me.
For the record, I’m not really talking about anyone specifically, I’m just giving my opinion on the subject.
My head hurts.
Girls…
I’d just like to say somethin real quick, I don’t think it needs much of an explanation.
First impressions are sooooooo important.
And today at baseball practice I tore the cover off the ball, coach was impressed.
I guarantee he’ll remember it too.
First impressions can make all the difference.
This is Scarface signing off.
Hah Hah Henna
So last night, all of the (eleven) girls in my hall ordered Chinese food, sat in one of their room’s, and did Henna. For those of you who don’t known what Henna is, it’s basically a temporary tattoo that lasts for three weeks. I got a crescent moon on the webbing between my thumb and pointer finger, a heart on my wrist (both of these are fairly small), and a sun on my ankle. Not very creative, maybe, but I’m stuck with it for three weeks. Don’t want to get annoyed with ’em.
They look pretty cool though. I’m very excited. I’ll post pictures when I get home.
Roommate is standing over my shoulder so I should probably go.
Roommate just wiped her nose.
Roommate is giggling.
Roommate won’t stop giggling.
I have to sleep in the same room as this person.
Dang it stop giggling.
Stop.
Hah. She stopped.
Goodbye.
You know you’re pathetic when…
All girls school. Two weeks. Not a good idea.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m having fun, my roommate’s cool, and I love my classes. But no boys? Uh-uh.
So we all went the movies on Friday. Everyone dressed up. Girls I’d never seen in makeup or nice clothes were suddenly dressed as if they were going to homecoming. I’ll admit I even spent a little more time on my hair and makeup. Yes, we were THAT desperate.
They carted all one hundred of us to Hancock (which was pretty good) in two big buses, like we were touring the city or something. When we got to the movies, we weren’t allowed off the bus for about fifteen minutes. Also not a good idea.
We all (yes, all) spent the entire time staring out the windows. When a cute guy walked by, someone pointed him out, and everyone else squealed and giggled like adolescents. Pathetic. Unfortunately, I can’t say that I didn’t take part. (Some of those guys WERE cute)
All guys pretty much look like supermodels to us right now. It’s horrible.
Nice recent blogs, guys, keep up the good work!!
Last day of school (PART ONE)
WARNING: THIS PAGE CONTAINS LOTS OF AWESOME PICTURES. IF YOU HAVE A SLOW COMPUTER, GO GET SOME BEETS OR SOMETHING UNTIL IT LOADS.
Yes, beets.
Ok, pictures!
Craig and his “blue steel” getting into the car
One of the scariest pictures… sorry Ashley I just had to upload this one
Me and Bart… we kind of look related in this picture! He could be my older brother. With less fashion sense. (Got it at Wal-Mart Seger! WHAT NOW??)
I think it’s cute. Me and Cody here, him looking slightly pained. Neither of us have braces!
Aww so cute… Bart and Cody in Comp Lit. I have no idea what Bart is doing but Cody looks good.
Creepy stalker-ish picture. I was doing this to everyone. I like being odd. (oDd)
Me and Ben…. we kind of look related too!
Jack and new emo hair…. sorry but I miss the curly days.