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“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.

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Panty-hose and softness

Did you all see the new Various Ramblings? I quite like it.

I am getting picked up after school. I am getting picked up after school.

I am getting picked up after school. I am getting picked up after school.

I am getting picked up after school. I am getting picked up after school.

I am getting picked up after school. I am getting picked up after school.

 

I WILL NOT FORGET.

 

I need some shorts with pockets. I can't keep rolling up my jeans. Daaaaangit.

I need another list.

….

…..

 

Things I do when I wake up

1. Push snooze button

2. Actually get up/ attempt to make bed

3. Go to bathroom and put in contacts/ do hair (if necessary)

-yell at brother-

4. Apply makeup

5. Go back to my room

6. Put lotion on legs (aah, they're so smoooooth)

7. Pick clothes to wear for the day (usually takes the longest)

8. Get backpack and go to kitchen

-yell at brother-

9. Eat breakfast (banana and a chewy bar) -yell at brother-

10. Go back to the bathroom and brush teeth/last minute primping

-yell at brother-

11. Leave for bus around 6:35, or, if dad's dropping me off, leave about 6:45

12. School starts at 7:25

 

 

……..That wasn't really a list, but whatever.

 

Hey! Where am I? I'm not supposed to be in a blog! My place is in Various Ramblings!!

What the…?

Hey- you're not insane Bri! You're normal Bri! I can't argue with you! I can't freak you out! This sucks.

Er, sorry. I dunno why you're here… how strange. Um… I dunno what to do to put you back…

Oh. Well, since I'm here, do you want to argue with me?

Uh… about what?

THE PHANTOM OF PAPERCLIPS

Um… ok?

Dangit. You don't react. I guess I'll have to try…

Don't. Even. Go there.

Ooooh… I see I've touched a nerve. Why won't you let me say–

*submits blog and ruins the escaped alter-ego's plan to make her look bad*

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Various Ramblings Numba Nine

Aaaaaaaaaaaah, it's nice to be back from the funny farm again, guys! I've discovered the need to tell you all what it is that I do with myself every day.

A DAY IN THE LIFE OF~~~BRI

 

2:00 am. Wake up in cardboard box, stretch, and count spoons.

2:30 am. Make breakfast (curdled milk and escargo stolen from Antonio Banderas)

3:00 am. Sneak into neighbor's house for toilet paper and cashews.

3:30 am. Read the phone book.

4:00 am. Still reading phone book.

4:30 am. STILL READING PHONE BOOK…LEAVE ME ALONE!!

Calm down, Bri. Caaaaaalm down.

Sorry. Sorry. Calming down. Calming down.

5:00 am. Do one armed push-ups. Do 50 reps [of 1/50 of a one-armed push-up]

5:30 am. Flit about neighborhood in leopard-printed spandex, stealing everyone's newspapers.

6:00 am. Hoard newspapers in a hole in neighbor's back yard.

6:30 am. – 11:30 am. Twiddle thumbs, take random pictures for MySpace (most of which are of my toes)

12:00 pm. Therapist visits. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE talk. She's such a good listener.

12:30 pm. Eat lunch. (stir fry with rice cooked at the RIGHT TIME!!)

1:00 pm. Visit from……

Oh geez. Let's just skip this part. Go on and tell the nice people about how you pretend to play mini-golf in your neighbor's dining room at 2:00.

But I MUST finish!! At 1:00 pm. I get visited by the… the…

For pete's sake, if you're going to say it, JUST SAY IT.

I…I don't know if I can. Can you help me?

*sigh*. No one can help you. But alright. At 1:00 pm., you get visited by the… PHANTOM OF PAPERCLIPS.

GAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! OH DEAR!!! YOU'VE SAID THE DREADED WORDS!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! JUST LEAVE ME AND MY SICK OBSESSION WITH ANTONIO BANDERAS ALONE!!! HEAD FOR NEVERLAND, KISS YOUR CLOSEST DUCT TAPE ROLL, AND FOR PETE'S SAKE, DON'T LET THE OOMPA-LOOMPAS FIND YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oompa loompas? Oh, geez, it's a good thing -*urk*

 

Note from author's doctor: At five thirty pm, when Bri is usually visited by her counselor, she was found with her toe stuck up her nose, her other leg attempting to strangle herself, and five cardboard stand-ups of Antonio Banderas torn to pieces. Because we weren't able to figure out how to get her out of such a position, we took a picture, uploaded it onto her myspace, and shipped her off, yet again, to the psycho ward. Although many of our doctors are starting to wonder if she will ever be able to function normally for extended periods of time in the real world, I still have hope for her. Sorry for the inconvenience.

*Note from Author's Nurse*: Whoever is sending Bri pictures of Antonio Banderas, please stop. After the stolen-tuxedo incident, she has adopted an unhealthy obsession to him. Please do not fuel this phase of her poor, psychotic life. Thank you.

 

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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…

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Model Girl

I may not look like a runway girl

I may not wear the latest fashions

My nose may be a bit big

But that doesn't mean I have don't have a passion

 

I may not look like your

model girl

I may not look like I can

carry the weight of the world

But I hold my head high!

And I try not to cry

I might not be the prettiest!

But I'm not who you should detest

I'm not your model girl

But I'm more, so much more

 

What's inside my head is

what really matters

What's on the outside

well, it can shatter

 

I may not look like your

model girl

I may not look like I can

carry the weight of the world

But I hold my head high!

And I try not to cry

I might not be the prettiest!

But I'm not who you should detest

I'm not your model girl

But I'm more, so much more

 

Don't compare me

To the girls you see on TV

I will never look like that

But I've got more to offer

than a pretty face,

a pretty face

 

I may not look like your

model girl

I may not look like I can

carry the weight of the world

But I hold my head high!

And I try not to cry

I might not be the prettiest!

But I'm not who you should detest

I'm not your model girl

But I'm more, so much more

 

I may not look like your

model girl

I may not look like I can

carry the weight of the world

But I hold my head high!

And I try not to cry

I might not be the prettiest!

But I'm not who you should detest

I'm not your model girl

But I'm more, so much more

 

 

For the audio, click here.

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ONE YEAR ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I almost forgot!!!

Bri's Own World has been on the internet for 1 WHOLE YEAR!!!!! 

Go us!!!!!

I can't do any cool photoshopping funky thing because I'm still in Hawaii on my dad's laptop, but I'll whip something up when I get home!!

 

So Happy Birthday Bri's Own World!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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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.

 

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Standards and a note

On 2-22-07, after Mike requested that I write up my standards for my "future guy", he passed me a note about it.

Bri's Standards:

*Taller than me

*Funny

*Interesting (can keep a conversation going)

*doesn't expect me to change drastically for him

*Has always been a boy (No sex changes) (He thought this one was funny)

*Doesn't smoke/ do drugs

*Trustworthy

*Somewhat intelligent

*Polite (for my dad)

 

The note goes as follows (Mike is italic):

Whatever you say, but why do they need to be polite for your dad?

Because otherwise y dad will kill them, and/or because I wouldn't be able to go out with them otherwise

(Manchester Untited SUCKS. Arsenal kicked their ***!) I don't think that should matter.

You don't think what my dad thinks should matter? I don't really have a choice, but I'm willing to argue it for someone I really like.

It's your life, your parents should lighten up (you're in a breakish downish state) (???)

And then we went on to discuss other things, and he informed me that me and Brandon would be getting married in Vegas, but I said I wanted to go somewhere with more roller coasters. And then we just talked about pretty much nothing until the bell rang. Strange, no?

 

 

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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.