What?

I hate feeling like I have so much to say but can't think of one thing in particular. And then there's the feeling of wanting to say something profound, but I don't know what. All I can really do to let those feelings out is not in the form of words at all, but rather, sound. A sigh, a scream, a shout. Let those feelings out.

"Animal" from Where the Wild Things Are

I haven't blogged in a while

I found this picture today while surfing the Internet. I was trying to find ideas for stuff to write about in the newspaper. I think it's hauntingly beautiful, and I love the texture.

"Dream On" by Depeche Mode

No rest for the weary. Just Coffee.

This week has been crazy.

I had 4 midterms and a paper, all before Wednesday, which means I studied all weekend and got absolutely NO sleep whatsoever. I even had to do homework during church. Granted, I read History before the service started (does that really count as church?), and I read for my Literary Study of the Bible class during the service (at least I was reading the Bible, right?).

On Tuesday I spent 10 hours straight (no lie: 3 p.m. to 1 a.m.) on Missy and Amy's couch studying, writing a paper, and drowning my sorrows with Woodchucks.

Before my time spent on the couch Tuesday, I went to Bruegger's Bagels in the shopping center near campus to get a raisin bagel with cream cheese. The male employees at said location are overly friendly. VERY overly friendly. They always joke around with me and tell me I have "pretty eyes" and other such bullshit. Tuesday, I was in no mood to tolerate this nonsense. I was stressed the hell out and sleep-deprived to the point of collapse. 

I walked in to the store, and they had no raisin bagels. At a loss, I decided to settle for the honey grain kind since that bin was completely full. I told the guy at the counter this, and he said, "We don't have any honey grain. There should be a new batch in 15 minutes or so." Well, I thought he was joking with me, so I replied with my best bitchy, don't-mess-with-me voice, "Very funny. I can see them." He looked at me, confused, for a second, then said, "Oh, those are french toast." I felt terrible. I was an ass to him, and he was just trying to do his job, poor guy. I guess I won't be going to Bruegger's again for a while.

English Paper, You Slay Me

At this moment I'm avoiding writing a Psalm analysis paper for my Literary Study of the Bible class. I'm tired and would rather go to bed. I don't like writing on stuff I'm not inspired by or passionate about, and I'm sorry Dr. Hodgkins, but I am just not feeling Psalm 12 right now. 

Today was my cousin and best friend in the whole world's birthday. Pete turned 24 (like that TV show I don't watch), and for his birthday dinner, we had breakfast food. Blueberry pancakes are good at any time of day, even at 7:30 p.m.

Aside: I realize it may be confusing to hear me talk a/b "my best friend" alternately as a girl then a boy, so I'll explain. . . Amy is my best girl friend, and Pete (who is also my cousin) is my best guy friend.

Sunday night I watched There Will Be Blood with Pete, and I had my first experience drinking a Leffe Blonde. It was so good. Pete referred to them as the "champagne of beers," and I think I agree. Leffe's are Belgian beers that are best when served in glasses. Otherwise they'll act like champagne and fizz up over the top of the bottle when you set them down. Whatever, I just think they taste good.

"Little Lion Man" by Mumsford & Sons

Shrove Tuesday

Today is the last day of Mardi Gras, also known as Fat Tuesday. Tomorrow will be Ash Wednesday, and so begins Lent. Forty days of no chocolate for me. So in celebration of my last day of freedom, I will sit on my bff's couch (that I crash on once a week) in the apartment she shares with my other good friend, eat fatty Chinese food, and watch the movie Garden State with the both of them. Maybe I'll even convince Missy (my bff Amy's roommate) to pick up some ice cream on her way home. I do realize that none of what I just mentioned had to do with chocolate. . . 


Alright, so the only above thing that did happen was the eating of Chinese food. Not gonna lie, it was a bit of a letdown; albeit a tasty one.

Misspellings

Do you have certain words that you can never remember the meanings of, or perhaps words you can never  remember how to spell? I do.

Forgotten definitions:

• ubiquitous
• velleity
• analogy vs. allegory
• aspersion
• capricious
• mendacious

Forgotten spellings:

• occur
• coercion
• trafficking
• accommodate
• daiquiri
• independent

"Running Up That Hill" by Placebo

Androgyny

For a year and a half now, I've used the Park&Ride to get from my car to campus. And for a year and a half there has been this person who also rides the Park&Ride, but I could not tell if it was a boy or a girl; probably the most androgynous person I've ever seen. Reminds me of Amanda Palmer a little bit, actually (she's the singer for the Dresden Dolls, and for the longest time I thought she was a man because her voice is so deep). Anyways, today as we got off the bus, someone said "Brittany!" and the androgynous person responded. So, mystery solved, the "it" is actually a "she."

"Backstabber" by The Dresden Dolls