Posted in Teenage Life

Like Death

There are few things in life I find cowardly, because I realize that most anything takes at least an ounce of strength, but with today’s technology, humans are getting weaker and weaker.

And there is one thing that makes me angry above all else.

Let’s explore the lesser offenses. Number one, asking someone out over instant messaging, text messaging, or phone call. This is just weak. If you can’t ask them out face to face, how do you expect to date them??

But there is one thing that is even worse, even more cowardly. It is something that gets you first place in the competition for biggest jerk. Breaking up with someone over text messaging.

Not only is this cowardly, but it is demeaning to the person you are talking to, it sucks a thousand times worse, it’s more unexpected, and it’s all around the most awful way to do it. Getting dumped sucks enough without your refusal to step up and say it to their face. This is just wrong. This is just inhumane. No one deserves that, no one. At least be a man about it and say it to their face.

To those of you who know me very well, I must seem like a dirty hypocrite. Yes, I once broke up with someone over instant messaging. In my feeble defense, I didn’t set out to break up with him over it, and I wasn’t trying to avoid the pain (I’d broken up to him face to face before- long story), but the fact remains. Getting dumped over lifeless words on a screen S-U-C-K-S. No emotion, not attachment, no nothing. You take the last of their dignity away because you don’t even give them the chance to respond.

Let this be a lesson to everyone out there. Don’t do this. Being a teenager sucks enough without having to deal with the insufferable jerks that inhabit the high schools. 

Posted in Bri

Some fans of arts and crafts

I was thinking today. You know, since it’s such a rare experience. Obviously.

Moving on. I was thinking about friends. Sounds like a dull topic, maybe, but I wanted to talk about them for a little bit.

I had a couple friends in primary school, although the only good one was Rachel, really. And once we split up for middle school, things started going downhill fast.

I mostly hung out with these two girls, not naming names. But it was more of a convenience thing. I needed someone to sit with at lunch, and they needed someone to complain to. For most of my “friendship” with them, they were mad at each other. I spent most of my sixth grade life hanging out with one or the other, listening to them gripe about the other.

7th grade we kind of grew apart, and I started hanging out with a group of guys, playing basketball. Some of those guys I’d known since elementary, so I’m still on fairly friendly terms with them. Only one of those guys I still talk to routinely, and that was after two or three years of hating him on and off. There was a lot of stuff that went into that. Long three years.

8th grade was much better, well, in the MAKING friends department. Because a lot more people hated me that year. But I stopped hanging out with the jerky guys, and met the group of girls I still hang out with.

Ninth grade was incredible incredible. And tenth grade has been even better.

So this is what I’m getting at. I’ve had ups and downs all through the years, and I was pretty depressed for a lot of middle school. And I honestly don’t think I’d be the same person without my freinds. Especially lately, when I have so many people to turn to when I have a bad day. I just wanted to let everyone know that I’m not taking any of you for granted. I know what it’s like to be alone, and that sucked. I may be introverted, but everyone has limits. So thank you, Cody Rachel Taylor Robert Bart Craig Dylan Brittany Kelli Mia Danika Kenzie Robert Trevor Sean Morgan Mike Jacob Megan David Riley Kate Ben Jared Liz Kevin Nick Hudson and anyone I might have forgotten in my sleepy but gratful state.

Thank you all.

Posted in Entertainment

Yes I am. I’m the director.

I love you guys.

So I got a lot of filming out of the way today. The acting leaves some to be desired, and I’m not excluding myself from that, but I think it’s good enough to pass. Or I can turn it into a comedy. Eh.

So right now I’d like to take a moment to thank…

SMURF for being an awesome on and off screen boyfriend even though I looked like I was in pain, which I totally wasn’t.
Mom and Dad, who hate acting but helped me out anyways, even though it took forever to film
Camden for learning your lines in ten minutes because you’re never prepared, but it still looked pretty darn good
Vinny for filming, editing, and being the only person who stayed on topic all day

Me an the Vin are editing right now. There are so many outtakes, it’s pretty funny.

Posted in Blog

Freshman Memories

( history. )

– Who was your closest friend in this class of the people there?
Mia

– Who was the teacher?
Mr. Majors

– Was this your favorite teacher?
He was cool, I dunno if he was my favorite, though…

(math)

– What did you do during this period?
talk to sean and morgan and mike when he was still there… and struggle through the homew
ork she NEVER EXPLAINED

– Anyone you wanted to shoot during this period?
Not naming names…

– Were you failing this class?
no… I got a B

-Who taught it?
Ms. J

( english )

– Did you ever fall asleep in this class?
no

– Was this your favorite class?
Yes (other than GT , but that doesn't count)

-Who did you laugh at the most?
TJ

(Science)

-Who was the teacher?
Ms. Blevens

-Who did you talk to the most?
Megan G, or Mike when he was still there, or Morgan

-Did you like this class?
Heh, yeah, it was so easy. I fell asleep once.

-What did you do?
talked to people and colored pictures and watched movies

– Did you hate anyone in that class?
yes

– Was your crush in this class?
um… not really

– Were you failing that class?
HAHAHAHA I could have passed without even showing up

-What will you miss most from last year?
The really nice, albeit limited, library

-Who do you miss the most?
No one that I won't see next year…

-Will you see them next year?
What did I just say??

-What was your fave. Subject?
Comp/Lit

-What will or have you done this summer?
get in some kind of shape

-Did you answer the complete truth during this survey?
yeah

Posted in Blog

“Aaah, Jealousy” coos the green poodle

Boys are stupid. All of them. They can be stupid in relationships, in school, or in common sense.

But they're all stupid.

 

Shut up, green poodle. You're making it worse.

What's wrong with everyone these days? Lately, it seems like everyone is mad at everyone else, friendships and relationships are being tested, and no one is coming out on top?

 

My biggest fear is failure. Did you know that? I'm afraid to fail at school, at friends, at being me, at relationships, and at life in general. And lately, all that I've done is fail.

I've failed to make my AP group understand how important this is to me without yelling at them and making them hate me.

I've failed at getting an A in math because it wasn't as important to me.

I've failed at relationships AND friends at the same time because I've failed to make a clean break and I've failed to make him understand why I did it.

I've failed at life because I can't seem to make everyone else happy at the same time as being happy myself. Someone else is always sad, and I hate that. I feel guilty to be happy when someone I'm close to can barely look at me, or is having problems.

I hate feeling guily and trying to make everything better but failing because no one wants my help and I don't know how else to help them.

I hate it when the only thing left to do is hate myself for everything I've done and move on.

I hate it when everyone turns their backs on their own problems, even though I do it to myself to help other people. I'm so loaded with the feelings and problems of everyone else that I forget about myself and I totally disregard my feelings. I feel happy that I've hepled someone or made them happy one way or another, but it's a shallow happiness, because inderneath, I'm not really happy. Everyone else is, but I'm not, so then that makes me desperate to find a solution to make myself happy and everyone else by lying to myself and everyone, but then I start telling myself the truth and then everyone else, or maybe just that one person, gets mad at me and is "disapointed in my decision".

I don't knwo how to fix things anymore, so I'm going to stop trying. Everyone else can fix things, and I'm just going to sit here and let them. Because every time I try to make everyone, including myself happy, it falls through and then it sucks worse than before. So I'm done.

You want things to change? Change it yourself. I'm done making things worse. I'm done trying to make myself happy and not be depressed or living in a lie. I'm done pretending to be someone just to make someone else feel good, because that's not fair to me.

I'm finally going to be true to myself and not let anyone else chagne how I feel about things just to make them happier.

I'm done trying to help. So help yourselves. Because i'm DONE.

Posted in Blog

MoMo and Bri are bored in biology

Bri: Boooooooooooooooreeeeeeeeeeeed

MoMo: Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied

Bri: This is a stupid class. I HATE SCIENCE

MoMo: I kinda like it, but L.A. is much better.

Bri: I'm wearing the most comfortable shoes ever. They're like, massaging my feet, duuuude.

MoMo: Okay… Yeah… Sure Bri. That sounds great.

Bri: Dylan, would you like to say something?

Dylan(looking frightened and nausiated): No, I would not.

Bri: Are you SURE?

Dyaln: Wow. I just, can't beleive that. Bri, you need to get out more. Seriously.

Bri: Thanks a lot Dylan.

MoMo: Dylan, you're an idtiot. I'm having technical diffficultys. I think i'ts the green glassses! hELP ME

Bri: Ok, we're calming down now, MoMo. Caaaaaaaaaalming down. No! Bad MoMo! Stop hitting me with your lucky charms!! Nooo!!! Dang you, Irish!!!

MoMo: Ireland ROCKS… or maybe… ShamROCKS!!!!!! Heh heh.

Bri: Woooooooow…. Maybe it's not ME that needs to get out more, Dylan….

MoMo: Ach! I can't see! My glasses… they're gone! Nooooooooooooo!!!

Bri: Heeeey.. Trevor… you want to say something on our conversation on my website?

Trevor: I am…. OK.

MoMo: C'mon Trevor… You know you want to!

Bri: Come on, Trevor….. let's go to Caaaaaandy Mountain, Trevor!!

MoMo: jslj

Megan: MINE is the most common!

Dylan: Yeah, I know so many people with that last name…

Bri: I think they're talking about last names…

MoMo: What the heck?! Monkey! Sorry, that just slipped out. Oh, by the way, MoMo isn't even PRESENT in the phonebook!!!! Ooh– burneth!

Bri: That 'burneth' thing is really starting to get wierd… You want to talk on this, Dylan?

Dylan: No, I'm just looking at this..

MoMo: Whoa… everythings GREEN… AWESOME!!!

Dylan: Staring off into space…

Megan: Gowd, I hate this thing! I don't want this, and I don't want this.

Mrs. B: Alright, you have about ten minutes left to become experts.

Megan: STOP!

Dylan: Sorry! I was just looking at this thing… *mumble mumble* petifile *muble mumble* I did not!

Bri: You all have such interesting conversations

Dylan: wooooow, how did you find all this stuff out?

Megan: Why would I tell you?

Dylan: Fine, fine! (pouts)

MoMo: Turkeys SuCk! But Monkeys RoCk!! Or… ShamRoCk!

Bri: NOT MONKEYS, MOMO!! Well… we'd better sign off… say goodnight, MoMo… time to take your crazy pills…

MoMo: Goodnight, MoMo…

Posted in Fiction

Gomer and MoMo’s Discussion (#2)

MoMo: Hey Gomer.

Ogomas: My computer has been down for 3 weeks! As soon as it's up again, I'm going to write a huge blog. But right now, there is not enough time.

MoMo: Awesome. My computer crashed once. We lost a bunch of files that we didn't back up, but It wasn't out for weeks like your's.

Ogomas: My dad said that he will fix it this weekend, but that's what he said last weekend. And the weekend before.

MoMo: That's great. My dad and I just got a crashed computer from my grandpa (well, not really just, because we've been saying we'll fix it up for a liitle over a year now. We'll probably make an attempt this summer, but we might no be able to find out what's wrong with it.)

Ogomas: No one likes a blaberer.

MoMo: No one likes a bad speller, either.

Ogomas: I don't have bad speling, the inventors of the Inglish Langage do.

MoMo: Can't really beat that.

Ogomas: Yesterday, I got hit with a rock and woke up unconcious.

MoMo: Wow, Gomer. That's great.

Ogomas: For lunch, I had breakfast. It only tasted good the first time down.

MoMo: Okay…

Ogomas: And then I tripped over a hole and fell into a wall.

MoMo: Hmmm…

Ogomas: It was a big hole. It rained all night that day.

MoMo: Yea… anyhoo… Wow. That was really great, Gomer. I know some people who I think can help you. You're just going to go on a little vacation.

Ogomas: And then my mom tried to cook cookies in the dish washer and burnt all of our plates.

MoMo: Okay, I'm just going to put this little white coat on you. No, It's not a straightjacket. These little straps are… the new fasion. Come on Gomer, nice and easy… GOMER!! COME BACK! I NEED TO PUT THIS STRAIGHTJ– I MEAN.. UH… COOL COAT ON YOU!!!

Ogomas: Hold on, I tasted someone calling me! Be right back!

MoMo: Bye everyone. I gotta catch Gomer. GOMER!! WAIT UP!!!

Ogomas: Tommorow, I went on a trip so fast that I ended up at last week- hey! Ow! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO- HELPP!!!! ACKK- BLUB- GURGLE…. *gasp…*

MoMo: Gomer. Put that knife down nice and easy. There's a good boy. Gomer! Wait!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo!

Note: to be continued after lunch. Or, for Gomer, breakfast a second time.

 

 

Posted in Blog

Boyfriend

It's funny. I never really thought of it like this.

 

Today, I said it outside, for the first time out loud. "I have a boyfriend"

And honestly? I felt kind of silly, like I was a six year old.

"Mommy, mommy! I made a new boyfriend!"-six year old Bri.

It sounds corny!

I've never really thought of it like that.

When you don't have one, it sounds like something you can't afford, that insanely big treasure you just can't reach.

Not the actual boyfriend- just the ability to say "I have a boyfriend"

And then, when you get one, if you really like him, you think "What a ridiculous thing to look forward to! Just being able to say 'I have a boyfriend' used to be my dream! Now what?"

 

Which brings me to my next subject.

Some people don't date for the person, mostly they date for either social reasons or because all they want is a physical relationship. That's a waste of their time, but it's their problem, so I'm staying out of it.

If you're going to date someone, make sure it's someone you really like, someone you really trust. Because at the end of the day, it doesn't matter what you call them, all that matters is that you have someone you really, truly like.

 

Posted in Blog

I Know What Jerks Are

A jerk is someone who pretends to be your friend for a while, then decides not to talk to you much at all, and then, when they need your help, the come back. And after you help them, they lapse back in to ignoring you.

That is a true jerk. A jerk isn't someone who calls you fat, ugly, or stupid. Those people don't even know you. They're just rude.

A jerk is someone who actually gets to know you, learns about your strengths and insecurities, and then calls you names while still expecting you to help them when they need it. A one-sided deal.

Parasitism is the relationship between two organisms where one benefits at the other's expense. Parasitism. Like a bad friendship. A jerk is a parasite. A bad friend is a jerk. Therefore; STOP PRETENDING TO BE MY FRIEND. IT'S NOT GONNA WORK ANYMORE. YOU AREN'T WORTH MY TIME, SO STOP WASTING MY LIFE AS WELL AS YOUR OWN, STOP TALKING TO ME, AND GO AWAY.