Posted in Fiction

Gomer and MoMo’s Discussion (#2)

Posted on by Ogomas

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 Songs

Model Girl

Posted on by Bri

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.

Posted in Blog

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

Posted on by Bri

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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted in Blog

Boyfriend

Posted on by Bri

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

Standards and a note

Posted on by Bri

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?

 

 

Posted in Blog

I Know What Jerks Are

Posted on by Bri

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.

Posted in Blog

FurryGamer06

Posted on by Bri

"Horrid design, content that could be described as filler at the very best, and as a whole very 'blah'. Only slightly more entertaining than performing auto-autopsy. Very slightly at that. Also, the admin is pretentious and insists on calling herself 'The Bri'. What an ego."

..cute. very cute.

For the record, I like preforming auto-autopsy.

And who the heck are you calling 'pretentious'?? THIS IS THE BRI YOU'RE TALKING TO! I DEMAND RESPECT!

Heh. I guess I do have an ego.

Whatever. The fact is this: if you don't like my site, fine. I honestly don't care. But don't go trashing it unless you have an idea of how to change it. Look: I'm a fifteen year old girl with no history in programming or website design. I'm a writer. I think I'm doing pretty well, all things considered.

Oh- and also; if you think I'm pretentious, and you hate my website, then don't give me personally a thumbs-up on StumbleUpon.

Unless pretentious people turn you on, of course. Don't worry- I'm used to it.

Love and regards,

The Bri

Posted in Blog

Microsoft Word vs OpenOffice

Posted on by Bri

(Sounds of a struggle are heard)

Recently, when my old computer died and I had to switch to a new one, I had to switch word processors; from the normal Microsoft Word to OpenOffice, a program that was free and came with the computer.

My dad encouraged me to give the cheap program a chance, so I did.

I didn't like it.

As a budding author, one of my favorite features from Microsoft Word was the handy thesaurus available with a right click over a highlighted word. I was extremely disheartened by the fact that Open Office had no such feature, which slowed down my writing process quite a bit.

Also, even though I'm an avid reader and writer, I can't spell worth crap. So the spell check use was vital. Open Office does have spell check, but when you're adding words such as names of characters it hasn't heard of or creating new words for your story, the 'add' button on Open Office was extremely inconvenient. Not only did I have to choose which dictionary to put the new word in (why should I care? as long as it's in the database, I'm fine), but I also had to decipher what each dictionary even was. Also, the spell check on OpenOffice is apparently not as smart, because it has problems guessing what word you're trying to type, wheres Microsoft Word picks it up much easier and has a wider knowledge of words.

Also, when adding pictures to your document, OpenOffice doesn't have a very clear 'picture toolbar', so it's harder to move it around and work with the settings. In Microsoft Word, it's much simpler and more clearly labled.

In addition, Microsoft Word also has a cleaner, clearer look than OpenOffice, making it easier on the eyes, and more aesthetically pleasing.

One thing I do like about OpenOffice is that you can change the case (UPPER or lower) without typing the whole thing over. (ex. you accidentally hit Caps Lock, and you don't want to have to re-type everything, so you just change the case). I don't think that Word has this feature, but I could be wrong.

So, basically, if all you're looking for is a basic word processor with limited features for things like letters or school projects that don't require much creativity or originality, then OpenOffice is for you. But if you're like me, someone who writes frequently and is in constant need of adding new words to the dictionary or assessing a thesaurus quickly, then stop being cheap and get Microsoft Word. It really is worth it.

 

 

-Can I get Microsoft Word now, dad? 

Posted in Blog

It’s aesthetically turning me on

Posted on by Bri

Let's see…

Business: watched my stocks plummet

AP Human Geography: Got 5 extra credit points and an automatic A on the quiz because I was good for the sub

Biology: Harassed by Zach, argued with Mike over inventors, had mike draw in my planner (it was pretty good, too), switched Mike seats to stop zach from harassing me, watched a movie, talked to mike.

G+T: Commanded by Graham and Cody to help them with Spanish, took a stupid CSAP practice test, got mad at Cody and Graham

Lunch: Talked to multiple people, got nose flicked by Hudson, sat with justin, sage, jeff, and elliot, read a book

Acting: read through a play, listened to the girl and guy next to me talk about the girl's most recent sex and other things relating to that sex (not pleasant)

Geometry: got slapped by a really heavy ruler, got a ruler almost shoved up my nose, got my face slapped by a ruler (the last two were mike), and got exasperated with the teacher for her lack of control.

Spanish: Was reminded how boring that class is and talked to Cody.

 

 

After school: Got called a whore by Cody, and thane procceded to nae off people who 'wanted my services'. Slapped thane upside the head before I got on the bus. Got him in the head with a hard snowball by thane. Watched kelli lose her grip when elliot and graham stole her iPod. It was quite hilarious.

Bus: talked to brandon and kelli

 

Over-all, it was a fairly good day. 

 

 

9 DAYS TILL MY BIRTHDAY!!!

I'M ALMOST FIFTEEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

Posted in Songs

Clones of Society (a song I wrote a couple years ago, one of my first)

Posted on by Bri

When I look out into my world

I see an army

immature duplicates

Their thoughts are unfurled

Only nothing is heard

They are all clones of our un-reality

We are all caught in this web of misery

I don’t wanna be

A clone of so-ci-e-ty

I wish we all were

In touch with re-al-i-ty

Why can’t we find

The beauty that was once inside?

It’s lost to us

Now

It’s gone

Looking to the east

The scuf-ling of feet

Shuffling, the sound of the

zombies of now

I wish I could get out

Of this stampede!

But really all I can do is

Watch all them feed

On the common look and thoughts that we’ve made

I don’t wanna be

A clone of so-ci-e-ty

I wish we all were

In touch with re-al-i-ty

Why can’t we find

The beauty that was once inside?

It’s lost to us

Now

It’s gone

No no no!

I will rebel

I can fortell

The outcome of this

The bells are ringing

Girls are singing

The same tune again!

We’ve all made it clear

That we’re locked in this fear

But no one can tell that

They’re trapped

Trapped

The clones start to shut down

The sameness, they’re overwhelmed

They can not find all that something

That was once inside

They’ve allowed themselves to

Drown in all that

com-mon crap

They all, at the store, bought the same map

But I will fight!

I don’t wanna be

A clone of so-ci-e-ty

I wish we all were

In touch with re-al-i-ty

Why can’t we find

The beauty that was once inside?

It’s lost to us

Now

It’s gone

Disappeared!

Vanished, whisked away

Into the skies of yesterday