<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:38:56.464-07:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Hello sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4196351969004234779</id><published>2009-01-06T15:32:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:32:57.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy  New Year</title><content type='html'>here's to a better 2009...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4196351969004234779?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4196351969004234779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4196351969004234779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4196351969004234779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4196351969004234779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year_06.html' title='Happy  New Year'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-3957932734684702572</id><published>2009-01-06T15:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:32:44.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy  New Year</title><content type='html'>here's to a better 2009...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-3957932734684702572?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/3957932734684702572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=3957932734684702572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3957932734684702572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3957932734684702572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy  New Year'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4201448161802129591</id><published>2008-10-02T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:13:42.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Good Day</title><content type='html'>It seems that the never ending load of things to pile up on me has finally succeeded in bringing me down. I'm tired, I have that 'I'm starting to feel sickly' feeling in the back of my throat and I've got enough work this week to last me until November. Now if you take that and add in everything that I have to do for APO (3 hours of pledge class studying, 2 hours with the big, meal visits with each brother and a room visit for each and whatever service hours I can get) I'm really starting to feel the pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to give up, but I don't want to fail. Blah. I've still got 4 more weeks to go. Talk about insanity. I'll be lucky if I have any hair left by the end of this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4201448161802129591?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4201448161802129591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4201448161802129591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4201448161802129591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4201448161802129591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-good-day.html' title='Not A Good Day'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-8185619951852200773</id><published>2008-09-27T16:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:48:19.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>It's About Time I Post This</title><content type='html'>about time it sees the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some People Might Call it Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have my own mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               in which I speak my own words.&lt;br /&gt;                            Sometimes strong. Other times weak, indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;                            Sometimes witty and smart. Other times careless.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;               in which I make my own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;                            Sometimes planned. Other times on impulse, stupid.&lt;br /&gt;                            Sometimes calculated and beneficial. Other times irrational.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;               in which I see my imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;                            Sometimes obvious. Other times sheltered, disclosed.&lt;br /&gt;                            Sometimes invisible, unnoticed. Other times blatant.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;              in which I hide my past.&lt;br /&gt;                           Sometimes in shame. Other times for fear, sadness.&lt;br /&gt;                           Sometimes in vain and selfishness. Other times blame.&lt;br /&gt;                                               Always painful.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;              in which I see my future.&lt;br /&gt;                           Sometimes clear. Other times clouded, unsure.&lt;br /&gt;                           Sometimes perfect, successful. Other times failing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have my own mind.&lt;br /&gt;      I speak.&lt;br /&gt;         I make.&lt;br /&gt;           I see.&lt;br /&gt;             And I hide.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-8185619951852200773?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/8185619951852200773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=8185619951852200773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8185619951852200773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8185619951852200773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-about-time-i-post-this.html' title='It&apos;s About Time I Post This'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-2810476976494250195</id><published>2008-09-11T13:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:25:44.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Kidding...</title><content type='html'>I'm back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-2810476976494250195?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/2810476976494250195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=2810476976494250195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2810476976494250195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2810476976494250195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-kidding.html' title='Just Kidding...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-6135287288131404207</id><published>2008-07-03T18:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:26:07.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-6135287288131404207?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/6135287288131404207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=6135287288131404207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6135287288131404207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6135287288131404207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-moved.html' title='I Moved'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-5300432248375830700</id><published>2008-06-22T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T17:34:25.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Bloggin...</title><content type='html'>Okay, day two at the beach. So far, the weather has been perfect...plenty of sunshine and a constant ocean breeze. Add a side of extreme sunburn and you've got two days down in Wildwood, NJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I love about the beach. Seeing as I only get down there once a year, I find nothing more exhilerating then the first trip down in the sand on the first day you get into town. Forget about unpacking or eating, just let me go. I pick the perfect spot to lay my blanket and rush down to put my feet in the water. It's so cold...but I don't care. After that I walk back to the blanket and let the lull of the ocean put me to sleep....while I burn to a crisp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eek. I hate being pale.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-5300432248375830700?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/5300432248375830700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=5300432248375830700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5300432248375830700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5300432248375830700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/06/beach-bloggin.html' title='Beach Bloggin...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-608276003650607530</id><published>2008-06-10T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T18:47:46.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm, Well</title><content type='html'>today was slightly better. I feel as though I'm slowly (really slowly) getting kinda back to normal. Last night's chat helped me a lot, and it was good to just talk about other things for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news...other news...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-608276003650607530?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/608276003650607530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=608276003650607530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/608276003650607530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/608276003650607530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/06/hmm-well.html' title='Hmm, Well'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-8869012130346214600</id><published>2008-06-09T17:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:38:40.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All We Can Do</title><content type='html'>is keep breathing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-8869012130346214600?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/8869012130346214600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=8869012130346214600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8869012130346214600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8869012130346214600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-we-can-do.html' title='All We Can Do'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-5198806147715508691</id><published>2008-05-18T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:43:20.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Keep Your Eye On The Skies</title><content type='html'>I want to travel the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. My real friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to write every day of my life for the next however many years and enjoy every damn word I put down in print.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want kids. Eventually. Not for eight to ten years. But I want them. No matter what I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to do something good in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-5198806147715508691?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/5198806147715508691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=5198806147715508691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5198806147715508691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5198806147715508691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-keep-your-eye-on-skies.html' title='Just Keep Your Eye On The Skies'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-2130998514489061154</id><published>2008-05-13T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:09:22.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Sure About This</title><content type='html'>job 24/7 this summer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope I'm not going to miss out on too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-2130998514489061154?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/2130998514489061154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=2130998514489061154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2130998514489061154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2130998514489061154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-not-sure-about-this.html' title='I&apos;m Not Sure About This'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-8599083294978036469</id><published>2008-04-22T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T21:58:12.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paige Got Me Thinking....</title><content type='html'>About New York City. And all the glitz and glam that surrounds it, when deep down it's no different than anywhere else. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a firm believer in the statement 'I Love NY' and I'll even go as far to say that 'I Fucking Love NY.' It is one city that has a special place in my heart, I've been there so many times and seen so much that it wouldn't be fair to consider it just one of my favorite places to go for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my history of NYC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November of 1997: At the great age of 8, I took my first trip to the Big Apple. And it was, from what I remember, quite amazing. I went with my grandparents, my aunt, and some of their friends. I got a special outfit just for the occasion (with shoes that turned out to be disasterous for walking in the city) and we were off to see the Rockettes at Radio City before I knew it. My parents told me about beggars and street vendors before I had left, but as an 8 year old, you can't really comprehend that until you're forced to face to face. Within moments of stepping off the bus, people were trying to sell me watches and sun glasses, men on crutches were asking me for quarters. I was ready to pack it up and leave, but we started to walk around, and I became enchanted. We went everywhere, Central Park, Bryant Park, Times Square, St. Patrick's...you name it, we were there. When it was time to leave I was hooked, there was no way I'd stay away, that city stole my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been there countless times since then. Some trips I can remember clearly, others not so much. I've seen some great shows, like Phantom of the Opera and RENT (twice!) and I've walked around more blocks than I ever would in any other city. I live for subway rides and the smell on the streets. I light my three candles in St. Patrick's every time I can. My face still lights up when I walk into Times Square at night. I live for the hustle and bustle that's going on all day and night. And I always leave feeling the same way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to live in the city that never sleeps. I want to be able to live, breathe and taste the different cultures that blend seamlessly to form one working city. I want to live in the greatest city on Earth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I've always been that way, wanting to get out of the corn fields and tractor towns and onto something bigger, better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I'll get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-8599083294978036469?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/8599083294978036469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=8599083294978036469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8599083294978036469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8599083294978036469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/04/paige-got-me-thinking.html' title='Paige Got Me Thinking....'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-6803478101214115053</id><published>2008-04-20T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:37:11.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am</title><content type='html'>scandalous.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never, ever thought I'd do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was fun. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-6803478101214115053?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/6803478101214115053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=6803478101214115053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6803478101214115053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6803478101214115053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-am.html' title='I am'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-3954068668512423828</id><published>2008-04-12T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T20:18:18.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Spring and Summer...</title><content type='html'>I'm going to wear lots and lots of plaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm slightly obsessed with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Just a little bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-3954068668512423828?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/3954068668512423828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=3954068668512423828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3954068668512423828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3954068668512423828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-spring-and-summer.html' title='This Spring and Summer...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-461439465915932706</id><published>2008-04-09T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:03:43.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate It</title><content type='html'>here so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant even &lt;strong&gt;begin&lt;/strong&gt; to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to blow this popsicle stand. Fo real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-461439465915932706?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/461439465915932706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=461439465915932706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/461439465915932706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/461439465915932706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hate-it.html' title='I Hate It'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-2229178834948687445</id><published>2008-04-06T20:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:41:19.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baccccccccccck</title><content type='html'>However, I don't exactly want to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never the less, this weekend was quite fantastic. I enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on a side note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-2229178834948687445?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/2229178834948687445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=2229178834948687445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2229178834948687445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2229178834948687445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-baccccccccccck.html' title='I&apos;m Baccccccccccck'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-7305784492150093663</id><published>2008-04-01T16:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T16:05:59.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Tension Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so thick, you could cut it with a knife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;34 more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-7305784492150093663?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/7305784492150093663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=7305784492150093663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/7305784492150093663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/7305784492150093663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-tension-is.html' title='This Tension Is'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-1407665359932903368</id><published>2008-03-30T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:52:30.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Hoping That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;these next few days go by rather quickly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ready for a change of scenery. To lose myself in the city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I won't lie. I'm terribly bored with Annville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-1407665359932903368?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/1407665359932903368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=1407665359932903368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1407665359932903368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1407665359932903368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-hoping-that.html' title='I&apos;m Hoping That'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-838748010340457630</id><published>2008-03-29T21:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T22:03:17.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love This Poem</title><content type='html'>It was read tonight at my college's production of The Vagina Monologues. Thank goodness for Maya Angelou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pretty women wonder where my secret lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But when I start to tell them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They think I'm telling lies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's in the reach of my arms &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The span of my hips The stride of my steps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The curl of my lips. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phenomenally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phenomenal woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walk into a room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as cool as you please &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And to a man &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fellows stand or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall down on their knees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then they swarm around me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A hive of honey bees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the fire in my eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the flash of my teeth &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The swing of my waist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the joy in my feet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phenomenally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phenomenal woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men themselves have wondered &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What they see in me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They try so much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they can't touch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My inner mystery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I try to show them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They say they still can't see. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's in the arch of my back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sun of my smile &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The ride of my breasts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The grace of my style. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a woman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phenomenally &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phenomenal woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now you understand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just why my head's not bowed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't shout or jump about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or have to talk real loud &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you see me passing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It ought to make you proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's in the click of my heels &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The bend of my hair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The palm of my hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The need for my care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'Cause I'm a woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phenomenally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phenomenal woman &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-838748010340457630?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/838748010340457630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=838748010340457630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/838748010340457630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/838748010340457630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-love-this-poem.html' title='I Love This Poem'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-3408629189940265819</id><published>2008-03-18T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:29:22.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Random Surveys (And I'm Automatically Bored)</title><content type='html'>It is physically and mentally impossible for me to pay attention during my 80 minute Tuesday/Thursday math class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've figured out that it's a good thing that I can teach myself this stuff, because the professor isn't very helpful and goes on and on about his magic desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that I do that cause me to have ADD for 3 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who I sit next to. He distracts me with notes and pictures all class long. Not to mention the random noises he makes (think Gary from Sponge Bob).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm usually always eating or drinking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a TI-83. You know, with Mario Brothers and Tetris. It requires a parental lock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Meg and I text and bitch about our horrible math classes. She has a Stuttering Stanley and I have a Weeble Wobble that just won't fall down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Math just plain sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'm thinking about my devotion of TTH napping, and I start counting down after 10 am even though I've still got 50 minutes left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Split ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. On Thursday I usually plan out my weekends. I've got to plan them out sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I randomly turned into class and he's talking about Black Magic and I see that URANIUM is written in big letters across the chalkboard and I say WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and colored marshmallows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-3408629189940265819?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/3408629189940265819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=3408629189940265819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3408629189940265819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3408629189940265819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/03/simple-random-surveys-and-im.html' title='Simple Random Surveys (And I&apos;m Automatically Bored)'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-8575673060242076347</id><published>2008-03-17T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:42:07.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Simple (Sad Yet True) Motto For How I Live My Life</title><content type='html'>While most people have an exceptionally bright outlook on things, I'm still slightly pessimistic. I go by the 'don't get overly excited for something because when it doesn't work out you can't be that disappointed' way of thinking. However, since college started, I drifted away from that little mantra and began to look at things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the change of major in Biology not as being something I couldnt do, but realized that I couldn't see myself doing everyday of my life for the next 40-some years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the loss of friends that I've known for 13 years as out lives chnging as a mere positive thing since they helped make me who I was for the new people that I would get to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, there's the job that you'd be perfect for. And that you'd go to pretty much any length to get. You've got people pumping you up about it for months. Finally, it's interview time, and you walk in to see some not so friendly faces and find yourself being asked about how your lack of varsity experience will allow you to coach swimmers with more experience than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walk out the door and automatically know that you're sunk. You can tell and don't need to wait the week for the letter, but eventaully the letter comes to confirm what you've already known for the past 8 days. But you still cry and wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from just that simple rejection letter, I snap back in to how I was before college, and why I lived by that motto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-8575673060242076347?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/8575673060242076347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=8575673060242076347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8575673060242076347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8575673060242076347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-simple-sad-yet-true-motto-for-how-i.html' title='My Simple (Sad Yet True) Motto For How I Live My Life'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-5446673958242962690</id><published>2008-03-12T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T16:31:37.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Hillary...??</title><content type='html'>If I wasn't sure who I was voting for before today, I definately have no clue who I'm voting for now. I would love for Obama to come to LVC and convince me otherwise but until then...pictures from today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R9hnamF6RwI/AAAAAAAAALI/xJ5onU5-0yI/s1600-h/DSC07701.JPG" &lt;a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177001478261982978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R9hnamF6RwI/AAAAAAAAALI/xJ5onU5-0yI/s320/DSC07701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R9hna2F6RxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QVGdXoY6aL4/s1600-h/Chelsea+answering+questions+from+students.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177001482556950290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R9hna2F6RxI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QVGdXoY6aL4/s320/Chelsea+answering+questions+from+students.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R9hnbGF6RyI/AAAAAAAAALY/HsD7qbTmkHU/s1600-h/meet+and+great+session.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177001486851917602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R9hnbGF6RyI/AAAAAAAAALY/HsD7qbTmkHU/s320/meet+and+great+session.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R9hnbmF6RzI/AAAAAAAAALg/EvHeKC4aM3I/s1600-h/protesters+outside+Lynch+Hall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177001495441852210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R9hnbmF6RzI/AAAAAAAAALg/EvHeKC4aM3I/s320/protesters+outside+Lynch+Hall.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-5446673958242962690?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/5446673958242962690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=5446673958242962690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5446673958242962690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5446673958242962690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/03/go-hillary.html' title='Go Hillary...??'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R9hnamF6RwI/AAAAAAAAALI/xJ5onU5-0yI/s72-c/DSC07701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-186820453354406055</id><published>2008-03-03T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:25:31.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>N.Y.C. - March '08 Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_78rjrhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/83ZN5Qk1MQ0/s1600-h/n23105151_32751130_6160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721108563865106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_78rjrhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/83ZN5Qk1MQ0/s320/n23105151_32751130_6160.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really really windy at Girard Ave Station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_9srjriI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0x_cUmU-4DU/s1600-h/n23105151_32751132_6703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721138628636194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_9srjriI/AAAAAAAAAJI/0x_cUmU-4DU/s320/n23105151_32751132_6703.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The busride to N.Y.C. (New favorite picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_98rjrjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CDhdeZhfqh8/s1600-h/n23105151_32751134_7169+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721142923603506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_98rjrjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/CDhdeZhfqh8/s320/n23105151_32751134_7169+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First experience with Nathan's Hotdogs at 8th &amp;amp; 43rd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_-MrjrkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IIowml_RFbY/s1600-h/n501072810_673101_9148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721147218570818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_-MrjrkI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IIowml_RFbY/s320/n501072810_673101_9148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Teany Cafe in the Lower East Side with Jason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_-MrjrlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zopyNRCWMtQ/s1600-h/n23105151_32751138_8349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721147218570834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_-MrjrlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/zopyNRCWMtQ/s320/n23105151_32751138_8349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and deep in conversation with Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8zAJMrjrmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Vstop98A6uU/s1600-h/n23105151_32751140_8936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721336197131874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8zAJMrjrmI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Vstop98A6uU/s320/n23105151_32751140_8936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy face. I don't even remember having this picture taken. Blame that on my six sips of a sidecar and a Poma Peach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8zAJcrjrnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S7NT-0BaDtI/s1600-h/n23105151_32751141_9248.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173721340492099186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8zAJcrjrnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/S7NT-0BaDtI/s320/n23105151_32751141_9248.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final destination: Philly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-186820453354406055?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/186820453354406055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=186820453354406055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/186820453354406055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/186820453354406055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/03/nyc-march-08-edition.html' title='N.Y.C. - March &apos;08 Edition'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R8y_78rjrhI/AAAAAAAAAJA/83ZN5Qk1MQ0/s72-c/n23105151_32751130_6160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4371142344513077525</id><published>2008-02-25T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T18:03:38.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Self Promotion</title><content type='html'>If you would all be so kind as to go &lt;a href="http://notjustanotherindiehipster.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, and read my blog for mass comm that would be fantastic. I mean, it's my outlet for musical creations by others, so read some, and comment some, and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thanking you ahead of time, don't let me down. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4371142344513077525?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4371142344513077525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4371142344513077525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4371142344513077525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4371142344513077525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/02/shameless-self-promotion.html' title='Shameless Self Promotion'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-7741647140987930828</id><published>2008-02-07T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T19:45:42.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R6vQR2WwICI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aR9grlbE0lc/s1600-h/ohhownifty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164450402777702434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R6vQR2WwICI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aR9grlbE0lc/s320/ohhownifty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R6vQSmWwIDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AHZlDWpzXCU/s1600-h/DSC06723+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164450415662604338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R6vQSmWwIDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AHZlDWpzXCU/s320/DSC06723+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R6vQS2WwIEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/evIXY07BcTM/s1600-h/flower+fav.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164450419957571650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R6vQS2WwIEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/evIXY07BcTM/s320/flower+fav.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Orrr not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly just something for me to do to waste some time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, it's better than sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-7741647140987930828?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/7741647140987930828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=7741647140987930828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/7741647140987930828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/7741647140987930828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/02/art.html' title='Art?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R6vQR2WwICI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aR9grlbE0lc/s72-c/ohhownifty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4217974014483769913</id><published>2008-01-30T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T15:54:44.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who</title><content type='html'>is one happy camper right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's right. I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4217974014483769913?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4217974014483769913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4217974014483769913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4217974014483769913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4217974014483769913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/01/guess-who.html' title='Guess who'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-2143192340279491037</id><published>2008-01-24T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T10:29:35.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Study Abroad</title><content type='html'>in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems horribly far away right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-2143192340279491037?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/2143192340279491037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=2143192340279491037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2143192340279491037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2143192340279491037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/01/study-abroad.html' title='Study Abroad'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-1045457515944003548</id><published>2008-01-16T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:18:05.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh.</title><content type='html'>Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt; Ugh. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ugh.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-1045457515944003548?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/1045457515944003548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=1045457515944003548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1045457515944003548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1045457515944003548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/01/ugh.html' title='Ugh.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-2323741581921197176</id><published>2008-01-12T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T19:21:00.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm fine.</title><content type='html'>I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-2323741581921197176?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/2323741581921197176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=2323741581921197176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2323741581921197176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2323741581921197176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-fine.html' title='I&apos;m fine.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-8824742476104671384</id><published>2008-01-06T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T21:33:57.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Fourth Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My brother wrote a character sketch about me, and I found it the other day. It kinda made me cry a little, so I've decided to share it, including the spelling mistakes, because I think that adds to the charm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blake Tobias, Charter Sketch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brittany is a very good sister. She is tall with blond hair. She also has blue eyes. She is very skiny. She is as skiny as a pancake. Brittany carries a cell phone with her. She often wears a red shirt and blue jeans. Brittany carries a purse with a butterfly on it. She likes to swim. Brittany sometimes plays water polow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brittany works for Konoplski's food service. She washes the dishes as much as a dish washer working none stop. She gets there early so she can set up the food. She sets up the glasses for the drinkes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brittany listons to music. She listons to music as much as a bair hibernateing. She listens to rock. Her batterys run out every week. She takes mine every time she has no bateries. It gets so inoing when I get yelled at for losing it. When she has it. Now you know somethings about Brittany.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haha, for as much as I make fun of the kid, I love him.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R4Bn7xZXcNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nfwMHhvlERw/s1600-h/shore+thing.+baha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152232250281521362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R4Bn7xZXcNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nfwMHhvlERw/s320/shore+thing.+baha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-8824742476104671384?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/8824742476104671384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=8824742476104671384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8824742476104671384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8824742476104671384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-fourth-grade.html' title='In Fourth Grade'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R4Bn7xZXcNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/nfwMHhvlERw/s72-c/shore+thing.+baha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-3731375057287777390</id><published>2008-01-01T01:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:39:56.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, And By The Way...</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Judging on how the first hour and a half went, I hope that the rest of the year goes much better.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd really like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, cell phones are exceptionally gay this time of year. So if there's someone you really want to talk to, call them before midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for the first new thing learned in 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-3731375057287777390?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/3731375057287777390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=3731375057287777390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3731375057287777390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3731375057287777390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-and-by-way.html' title='Oh, And By The Way...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-340521873611839006</id><published>2007-12-30T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:29:34.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions Smesolutions</title><content type='html'>I probably won't keep them anyways.&lt;br /&gt;So I won't disappoint myself in making a list of things to do that I'll never do anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-340521873611839006?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/340521873611839006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=340521873611839006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/340521873611839006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/340521873611839006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/12/resolutions-smesolutions.html' title='Resolutions Smesolutions'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-8449411020418794750</id><published>2007-12-13T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T17:14:24.501-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Something Magical About Ice...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYxr8bFOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uBjccZdnFNU/s1600-h/DSC06874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143630597555164386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYxr8bFOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uBjccZdnFNU/s320/DSC06874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYx78bFPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zBD69o1r440/s1600-h/DSC06877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143630601850131698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYx78bFPI/AAAAAAAAAFU/zBD69o1r440/s320/DSC06877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYyL8bFQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IJ69R2quuuE/s1600-h/DSC06885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143630606145099010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYyL8bFQI/AAAAAAAAAFc/IJ69R2quuuE/s320/DSC06885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYbr8bFJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HZW4tVb5Oy0/s1600-h/DSC06847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143630219598042258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYbr8bFJI/AAAAAAAAAEk/HZW4tVb5Oy0/s320/DSC06847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYcL8bFKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/No8InwF_lR8/s1600-h/DSC06855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143630228187976866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYcL8bFKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/No8InwF_lR8/s320/DSC06855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYcL8bFLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ElPaYYtYFr0/s1600-h/DSC06860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143630228187976882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYcL8bFLI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ElPaYYtYFr0/s320/DSC06860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYcb8bFMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9MBGACFrrHE/s1600-h/DSC06869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143630232482944194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYcb8bFMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9MBGACFrrHE/s320/DSC06869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYcr8bFNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j0GbydM70Ko/s1600-h/DSC06874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143630236777911506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYcr8bFNI/AAAAAAAAAFE/j0GbydM70Ko/s320/DSC06874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-8449411020418794750?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/8449411020418794750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=8449411020418794750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8449411020418794750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8449411020418794750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/12/theres-something-magical-about-ice.html' title='There&apos;s Something Magical About Ice...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R2HYxr8bFOI/AAAAAAAAAFM/uBjccZdnFNU/s72-c/DSC06874.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-1389307363807156345</id><published>2007-11-27T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:16:58.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Started...</title><content type='html'>this whole big entry and forgot about it for almost two hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum it up:&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving was good. Break was good. Home was good. Even work was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 days until the semester is over. One down and 7 to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss it the whole month that I'm home....but it'll be good to pump up ye old bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So overall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no complaints. I'm pretty happy. Annnd...I'm gonna go to sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-1389307363807156345?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/1389307363807156345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=1389307363807156345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1389307363807156345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1389307363807156345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-started.html' title='I Started...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-5154600159727548187</id><published>2007-11-19T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T17:53:33.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Times Square Can't Shine As Bright As You</title><content type='html'>My pictures got all out of order, but I'm too lazy to fix them. So I'll just explain them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8xYXUe8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_qmwUM-FRU4/s1600-h/DSC06723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134733344207305666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8xYXUe8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_qmwUM-FRU4/s320/DSC06723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio City...self explanitory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8xoXUe9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/xUSHm8QJYxc/s1600-h/DSC06725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134733348502272978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8xoXUe9I/AAAAAAAAAEU/xUSHm8QJYxc/s320/DSC06725.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fountain. However I retouched it from the original. Now it looks like there's fire in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8x4XUe-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/wRhJkhnHX9s/s1600-h/DSC06719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134733352797240290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8x4XUe-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/wRhJkhnHX9s/s320/DSC06719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support the stage hand strike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8doXUe3I/AAAAAAAAADk/6dvn1ksB4RA/s1600-h/DSC06675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134733004904889202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8doXUe3I/AAAAAAAAADk/6dvn1ksB4RA/s320/DSC06675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Herman. He's 13 inches long. And really big. Also it confirms the 'once you go black you never go back' theory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8d4XUe4I/AAAAAAAAADs/f1mexs4wnMA/s1600-h/DSC06678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134733009199856514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8d4XUe4I/AAAAAAAAADs/f1mexs4wnMA/s320/DSC06678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group sitting on Carrie's stoop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8eYXUe5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/inJAOpxQ-B8/s1600-h/DSC06681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134733017789791122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8eYXUe5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/inJAOpxQ-B8/s320/DSC06681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, Caitlin, and I in O'Neil's Bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8e4XUe6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xFAEUJ8bHao/s1600-h/DSC06688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134733026379725730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8e4XUe6I/AAAAAAAAAD8/xFAEUJ8bHao/s320/DSC06688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Patricks. One word. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8fIXUe7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/feYOnkUxg2A/s1600-h/DSC06717.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134733030674693042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8fIXUe7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/feYOnkUxg2A/s320/DSC06717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rent &amp;amp; Phantom. The two musicals I hold most dear to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7wYXUeyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OxvHWTwAHDo/s1600-h/DSC06658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134732227515808546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7wYXUeyI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OxvHWTwAHDo/s320/DSC06658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not something you see every day. A plane flying into Newark. Right over us. Eek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7w4XUezI/AAAAAAAAADE/Xgoz1I7YoVs/s1600-h/DSC06663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134732236105743154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7w4XUezI/AAAAAAAAADE/Xgoz1I7YoVs/s320/DSC06663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skyline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7xIXUe0I/AAAAAAAAADM/tWeZ01jMafM/s1600-h/DSC06665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134732240400710466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7xIXUe0I/AAAAAAAAADM/tWeZ01jMafM/s320/DSC06665.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apple Store. I was hoping that it would have been opaque, can't win them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7xYXUe1I/AAAAAAAAADU/8thJIcC09Jg/s1600-h/DSC06672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134732244695677778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7xYXUe1I/AAAAAAAAADU/8thJIcC09Jg/s320/DSC06672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friar Fuck! What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7xoXUe2I/AAAAAAAAADc/X1jAU6UDGIk/s1600-h/DSC06674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134732248990645090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I7xoXUe2I/AAAAAAAAADc/X1jAU6UDGIk/s320/DSC06674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pleasure Chest....where our lives changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, I just fucking love New York.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-5154600159727548187?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/5154600159727548187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=5154600159727548187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5154600159727548187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5154600159727548187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/11/times-square-cant-shine-as-bright-as.html' title='Times Square Can&apos;t Shine As Bright As You'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/R0I8xYXUe8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_qmwUM-FRU4/s72-c/DSC06723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4122185855520117259</id><published>2007-11-16T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T05:47:26.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have I been?</title><content type='html'>Busy. That's where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the first day that I can actually sit down and type something intelligent. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everything seems to be going well lately. My, um illness has finally been determined as nonexistant. So that's one less thing to worry about. Classes are going well. Except that profs seem to enjoy throwing out random things at the end of the semester. Not fun. I'm still trying to find another class for the spring semester but nothing seems to be open that I would be willing to take and actually wouldn't sleep though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really ready for Thanksgiving break. I added half a day onto mine so I'll be home Tuesday night not Wednesday night. And I'm working...20 hours. Yay! Sounds like the perfect break to me. But at least I'll get to help decorate for my favorite holiday of the year.....Christmas. Let the baking of cookies and such begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NYC tomorrow. So if I get any decent pictures I'll probably post a picture blog....looooook for that these pictures could be interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4122185855520117259?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4122185855520117259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4122185855520117259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4122185855520117259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4122185855520117259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/11/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where Have I been?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-2162416828078020283</id><published>2007-11-08T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T07:49:22.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm Dashboard</title><content type='html'>Is there time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To follow just one desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is there time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To follow your heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's face it. Christopher Ender Carrabba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would be the only emo boy that I would ever go for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because his lyrics make me melt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, he's ungodly hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-2162416828078020283?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/2162416828078020283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=2162416828078020283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2162416828078020283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2162416828078020283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/11/hmmm-dashboard.html' title='Hmmm Dashboard'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-6528959796563814909</id><published>2007-11-05T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T20:08:51.398-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Sit Here</title><content type='html'>I'm still trying to figure out why those words popped out of my mouth. I don't think I meant them, and if it's not too late, I want to take them back. It's so typical of me, to have feelings for someone and when it comes down to it...I can't really tell them how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the problem:&lt;br /&gt;Before when I was in relationships, I wasn't in them necessairly for the connection, but more just to be in one. I was vulnerable when I was single and when I was with someone. So I didn't see the point of actually caring. And then....wham. I meet someone that I genuinely care about and I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I got scared. I still am scared. You aren't somebody that I want to lose. So that's why I put up the walls. I have no problem being perfectly honest and upfront about most things....but some things you just have to work at. It's not that I'm trying to be indecisive, believe me it's the last thing that I want to be. I'm afraid that if I let you go now or push you away one more time that you'll give up for good, and move on. And quite honesty I don't know if I'm ready for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here's what I do know. I want you. And despite everything I've said, I want you right now. I'm not going to back out this time, I mean it. I'm afraid because this is something completely out of my hands, but if I can come to terms with that, it'll get better. And I won't be so scared anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry that this isn't in person. And that it's a day later then it should be. But last night and all day today...I just couldn't stop thinking about what I said. And how horrible I felt, and still feel for it. And if you don't forgive me now then I understand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I want you to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-6528959796563814909?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/6528959796563814909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=6528959796563814909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6528959796563814909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6528959796563814909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-i-sit-here.html' title='As I Sit Here'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-2892279925146666270</id><published>2007-11-05T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T05:18:18.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 5th of November.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or. Don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-2892279925146666270?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/2892279925146666270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=2892279925146666270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2892279925146666270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2892279925146666270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/11/remember-remember.html' title='Remember Remember'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-1372952140177899576</id><published>2007-10-31T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:10:27.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't wait until</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This week is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Trick-or-treat:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RylDVtDvWMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VevTBrFwfzA/s1600-h/DSC06609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127703690889615554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RylDVtDvWMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VevTBrFwfzA/s320/DSC06609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-1372952140177899576?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/1372952140177899576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=1372952140177899576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1372952140177899576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1372952140177899576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-cant-wait-until.html' title='I can&apos;t wait until'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RylDVtDvWMI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VevTBrFwfzA/s72-c/DSC06609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-8429252842801447155</id><published>2007-10-27T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:25:01.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs and Memories [week 9 of 15]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;We make weird faces and color coordinate!&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK70dDvWJI/AAAAAAAAACc/svUA7PWmjvo/s1600-h/curt+and+i+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125865835728951442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK70dDvWJI/AAAAAAAAACc/svUA7PWmjvo/s200/curt+and+i+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK76tDvWKI/AAAAAAAAACk/svlN2OQc3fk/s1600-h/DSC06380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125865943103133858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK76tDvWKI/AAAAAAAAACk/svlN2OQc3fk/s200/DSC06380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joshy, Ben Frankin, &amp;amp; Curt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK77tDvWLI/AAAAAAAAACs/PwHfpOKqsOs/s1600-h/n1466730073_30015637_446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125865960283003058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK77tDvWLI/AAAAAAAAACs/PwHfpOKqsOs/s200/n1466730073_30015637_446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Favorite picture of Meg &amp;amp; I...besides fish eye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK7F9DvWFI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z0Md9NW5Pjg/s1600-h/DSC06400-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125865036865034322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK7F9DvWFI/AAAAAAAAACA/Z0Md9NW5Pjg/s200/DSC06400-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi-way robbery!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Our little friend.&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK7G9DvWGI/AAAAAAAAACI/YXGbc463zV8/s1600-h/DSC06408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125865054044903522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK7G9DvWGI/AAAAAAAAACI/YXGbc463zV8/s200/DSC06408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK7I9DvWHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VBezssuz_Mg/s1600-h/DSC06455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125865088404641906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK7I9DvWHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VBezssuz_Mg/s200/DSC06455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tigerwind is fearless. And wearing my jacket.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5g9DvWAI/AAAAAAAAABY/MIIUDUUMGMc/s1600-h/DSC06500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125863301698246658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5g9DvWAI/AAAAAAAAABY/MIIUDUUMGMc/s200/DSC06500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best friends &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;. We mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5i9DvWBI/AAAAAAAAABg/Iy7OyGmipts/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125863336057985042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5i9DvWBI/AAAAAAAAABg/Iy7OyGmipts/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunsets. My favorite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;A quite accutrate drawing of my face.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5mNDvWCI/AAAAAAAAABo/W7wJ0zIov40/s1600-h/eg+drew+this+for+me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125863391892559906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5mNDvWCI/AAAAAAAAABo/W7wJ0zIov40/s200/eg+drew+this+for+me.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5pdDvWDI/AAAAAAAAABw/JZUWSlM10qg/s1600-h/DSC06354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125863447727134770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5pdDvWDI/AAAAAAAAABw/JZUWSlM10qg/s200/DSC06354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hero &lt;3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5rdDvWEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/khFFxxhD3tI/s1600-h/DSC06551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125863482086873154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK5rdDvWEI/AAAAAAAAAB4/khFFxxhD3tI/s200/DSC06551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was one of the best nights. Instructions on when it is proper to use urinals, how to stand at one correctly, examining the showers, watching boys go to the bathroom in the girls room, planning the mary green movie, trip to t. hill. Just awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-8429252842801447155?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/8429252842801447155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=8429252842801447155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8429252842801447155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8429252842801447155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/photographs-and-memories-week-9-of-15.html' title='Photographs and Memories [week 9 of 15]'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RyK70dDvWJI/AAAAAAAAACc/svUA7PWmjvo/s72-c/curt+and+i+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4578549671381055989</id><published>2007-10-25T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:15:29.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I call at 7:03</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;and on your machine I slur a plea for you to come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I know it's too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I should have given you a reason to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot more that I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But. My brain is exhausted right now. And Death Cab lyrics were all that I could get to come out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4578549671381055989?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4578549671381055989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4578549671381055989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4578549671381055989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4578549671381055989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-call-at-703.html' title='I call at 7:03'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-1304360457713456174</id><published>2007-10-23T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T13:30:47.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>T-TH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;are always the longest days of the week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Granted, it's when I have labs and Spanish, but they always seem to drag by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, in particular. I had a bio lab that easily could have been done in a half an hour, instead it took two. And after walking back in the rain to my dorm, I was so tired that I slept from 10:50-12:15. But even that short nap felt like I had slept most of the day away. So I took a shower and did some work and ate my lunch. Then, Spanish. The dreaded class of the day. It used to go by so fast and now it's just like 'tick.........tock.' I swear I always almost fall asleep. It doesn't help that the classroom is windowless and in the basement of the one building.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for some reason...T-TH seemed to be plagued with rain. Like Mother Nature knows that I have to walk from one corner of campus to the complete opposite. And most times it's bright and sunny when I leave in the morning, yet an hour or two later it's pouring. Just....stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But alas, soon I'll have Spanish 3 days a week for 50 minutes. And I will no longer have labs that make my bum numb from sitting for so long. So yay. Because I'm almost done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-1304360457713456174?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/1304360457713456174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=1304360457713456174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1304360457713456174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/1304360457713456174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/t-th.html' title='T-TH'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4080351341056637520</id><published>2007-10-20T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T18:28:36.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Only Would Have Known</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That it was you in the car accident last Saturday night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I found out tonight at work. And I almost cried. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They said you fell asleep behind the wheel and hit a guy head on. They told me that you were out cold, and you have internal bleeding, and a broken collar bone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And then I start to think....that I should have stopped. Because I thought it was you, but I didn't know. How the hell was I supposed to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you're alright. And you're getting better. And that's all the matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4080351341056637520?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4080351341056637520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4080351341056637520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4080351341056637520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4080351341056637520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-only-would-have-known.html' title='If I Only Would Have Known'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-5186170144695081501</id><published>2007-10-19T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:05:25.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break '07 Review</title><content type='html'>Asperusual, I'm a little late to recap things, and I'm minus any good pictures. But...Fall Break '07 Review. For you're viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I do Saturday? Not much...I did watch Penn State slaughter whoever they played. And I worked from 5 til Midnight. Grand total for the evening $112. Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in. Went shopping. Got a sweater. And some pants. Overall good day. My mommy made me an amazing dinner. And then I got bored and went back to school. When I got back, I was called upon by Sir Curt, Tanisha, Laura, Oliver, and Talker Kid [I still don't know his real name. He's from Nuevo York and has a story for everything]. Anywho, luckly Curt and I escaped from Talker Kid but we left everyone stranded. We went to watch Donnie Darko. Stupid movie. But Curt got sick half way through [I know I know....so McLovin-esque of 'Yeah, I came half way through] so we didn't get to finish the movie. I uh, 'make him queasy.' Haha. Went back to mi dormitorio. Slept in so late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it to lunch....barely? Did some homework and reading. Wrote a paper. Katie came back around 4. So we told stories and raved about how much food we brought back. It's the little things that keep us happy, honestly. Went to dinner with Kaite, Curt...other people. Then Curt, Oliver and I went bowling. Oh what an experience honestly. I did horrible. Curt beat me. Oliver was....Oliver? Too funny. Future bowling dates to follow. Then back to campus....fun times in Funk with the group. Started planning the Mary Green movie. And watched 'The Shark' appear on the whiteboard. T.K. reappeared and broke up the party. Also, sometime during the day Oliver put the best poster ever on Josh's door....and he blamed it on me...his fucking whore? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tour of downtown Annville with Katie and Aaron. Went to lunch, walked up and down Main Street. Katie and I picked out all the furnishings that we want in our homes. Pretty exciting! Got a new hat and I love it. Decided that we were hungry for Red Robin, but Aaron didn't want to go, so Katie and I went for dinner. Yum! Did some shopping, got a new wallet. Oh boy! Came back, did more homework and watched B.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was pretty good. Can't complain. And I will definately be staying for the whole break next year. I loved the silence that was around all the time, not waiting in line for anything, actually being able to get a table at the library, and screeching in the halls of the res halls at all hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly amazing. I love this place. Home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-5186170144695081501?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/5186170144695081501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=5186170144695081501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5186170144695081501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5186170144695081501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/fall-break-07-review.html' title='Fall Break &apos;07 Review'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-7801534898528844041</id><published>2007-10-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T13:08:46.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wait a minute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Put a little booooom in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been one of those days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-7801534898528844041?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/7801534898528844041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=7801534898528844041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/7801534898528844041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/7801534898528844041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/hold-up.html' title='Hold Up'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-6661561885082463315</id><published>2007-10-17T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:23:56.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bipper Board?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rxa1XMYnrKI/AAAAAAAAABI/4jl06oHP5FY/s1600-h/DSC06491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122481036246625442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rxa1XMYnrKI/AAAAAAAAABI/4jl06oHP5FY/s320/DSC06491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rxa1ZMYnrLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/s2fsrJjr5I4/s1600-h/DSC06552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122481070606363826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rxa1ZMYnrLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/s2fsrJjr5I4/s320/DSC06552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness for college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness for whiteboards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank goodness for crazy people who write on them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-6661561885082463315?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/6661561885082463315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=6661561885082463315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6661561885082463315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6661561885082463315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/bipper-board.html' title='Bipper Board?'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rxa1XMYnrKI/AAAAAAAAABI/4jl06oHP5FY/s72-c/DSC06491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-864001273398265964</id><published>2007-10-16T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T18:47:56.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Change or Not to Change</title><content type='html'>That is the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now, I'm sick of being a biology major. I don't like how they teach it, nor do I really like anything about it. I'm tired of studying my ass off for hours every night of the week to get average results that I'm not used to getting. Yes, true, I knew I wouldn't be the best at what I was doing and that's why they call it learning, but biology doesn't make me happy anymore. I cannot see myself working in a lab or teaching or continuing on to get a masters and whatnot in something that won't really be....me. Sure, I was good at it in high school, but just because I was good at it there doesn't mean I'll be good at it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm considering my options. 1. Nursing. 2. English. 3. Sociology. The English would include a minor in photography or art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nursing. I know what you're saying. Isn't that the same thing as biology? Yes and no. I mean, yes I would be taking bio classes, but they would be more hands on, less bubbly bullshit then what I'm taking now. I'd be done and working in two years, and since nurses are in such high demand right now, I wouldn't have a problem finding a job. The upside is that every day holds the potential to have something different. You could never fully walk in the doors of a hospital and expect to have the same things happen that did the day before. The element of suprise, the rush. I think I would love it. But....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. English. The possibilities with an English degree are almost endless. Journalism. Teaching. Working for a TV station. Theartre. Editing. I've loved books and writing since I was in elementary school. To me, writing is almost second nature. I don't have a probem putting things in to words. I love telling stories. And again, it wouldn't have to be the same thing every day. I could be out there writing for newspapers or magazines, or sharing my love of books and authors and writing styles with either students or the American public. Do you know how awesome that would be? It would be amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Sociology. A chance to help people but in a different sort of way from the biology aspect. I could venture into social work, do research projects for companys, teach at a college. Although it's not as hardcore as my other two choices, it is something that comes easily to me. And interesting? For sure. Getting to study trends in various cultures, learning about different cultures, comparing and contrasting things....I don't think it could get any better then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while biology did seem to be my bread and butter back in highschool, it wasn't the only thing I was good at. Like that time I had a 93 or better all four quarters in English? Why could that have been? Probably because it's something that I love and hold close to my heart. So why not take a chance and try something new. It's not being a failure. It's considering options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changes. And throws you curves. It's how you deal with them that shows your true character.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-864001273398265964?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/864001273398265964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=864001273398265964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/864001273398265964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/864001273398265964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-change-or-not-to-change.html' title='To Change or Not to Change'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-2326504573999732814</id><published>2007-10-15T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:44:36.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Be Honest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cuddling is the most fun thing on the planet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sometimes that's all I want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is someone to cuddle with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-2326504573999732814?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/2326504573999732814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=2326504573999732814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2326504573999732814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2326504573999732814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/lets-be-honest.html' title='Let&apos;s Be Honest'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-6296020005820534227</id><published>2007-10-11T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T21:38:30.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asperusual</title><content type='html'>I've got some things to say. Really quite random topics that make perfect sense to me. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently playing: Azure Ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a proud user of last.fm. It pretty much means that any song I play on iTunes is scrobbed and updated to a program that keeps count of how many times I listen to a particular song, artist, cd..whatever. Honestly, as of 10:12 pm I've scrobbed 2,140 songs, and I've had my computer since the beginning of August. I'd be kidding myself if I said that music wasn't a huge part of my life. It really is something that I can't live without, and it's something that continues to amaze me. Rediscovering songs and artists that I haven't heard in awhile, finding new bands to listen to, going to shows...ahh it's just a rush. I can't explain. And figuring out the meaning behind songs....good songs, songs that bring out 20 different emotions at once...absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From music to movies. Honestly, movies aren't what they used to be. I guess  it's because I like that classics. Breakfast at Tiffanys, Rebel Without a Cause. The Audrey Hepburns and the James Deans. They define classic American cinema at it's best. And here we sit trying to indie-ize everything because that's what the American public wants right now. Indie everything. Well fuck indie and get back to basics. I just want to see a movie that has a beginning, a middle and an end. No complications and easy to follow. If I'm watching a movie and get lost in the "super thick and oh so suspenseful plot' in the first five minutes well then just fuck it I'm done. Maybe it's because I'm simple and easily amused? Or maybe I just like things straightforward and to the point. Whatever it happens to be, just give me a movie that is complex enough but doesn't leave me feeling lost and decieved at the end. Geeze um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I sit at my computer. Indian Style, glasses on, my Dartmouth hoodie and old sweats. Completely at home while being miles away from anything or anyone that remotely resembles what home really is. If you ask me I haven't changed but people would beg to differ, I know they do. The people that you know well don't think so, infact most of the times it seems like it's the other way around. To 'go home' for the weekend means going back into territory that I don't own anymore, where I'm not the top of anything, I'm just the visitor with the key to unlock the front door. Almost like I'm interferring with everybody's plans when I get back? It's odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I'm done for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I should start to write every day. But that'll never happen. Even if I wish that I would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently playing: Mae&lt;br /&gt;Tracks scrobbed: 2,171&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say anything, but&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Say what you mean&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you whisper you want this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your eyes tell the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are gaining speed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can barely breathe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause I’m caught in suspension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-6296020005820534227?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/6296020005820534227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=6296020005820534227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6296020005820534227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/6296020005820534227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/10/asperusual.html' title='Asperusual'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-5032947426997073921</id><published>2007-09-22T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:28:20.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cherish these days</title><content type='html'>Enjoy every breath like it may be the last you your life.&lt;br /&gt;And never look back, no never look back&lt;br /&gt;Cause you wont regret why you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home again this weekend, and I don't have to work or anything. It's a nice change, not having to worry about who I won't get to see because I'm working. I was so excited to come home this weekend, but I miss my LVC friends so much. It's hard to believe that you can become so close to people in such a short amount of time. They really are like my second family. And I miss my second home. I miss the smell of pop corn in Funk West third floor at all random hours. And people constantly talking. And bad food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm worried about Christmas break already. I mean, a whole month without these people that I've become used to being around all the time. What will I do? It will be great to spend time with my high school friends, but let's be honest. The only two I really talk to a lot a lot anymore is Megan and Katelyn. And I know we'll always be there for eachother. But it's not the same. They don't understand the need to go to Mj's on a Monday night, or the fun of a random T. Hill run, or why going to Walmart on a Tuesday night is the best thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-5032947426997073921?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/5032947426997073921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=5032947426997073921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5032947426997073921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5032947426997073921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/09/cherish-these-days.html' title='Cherish these days'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-7833032150725672583</id><published>2007-08-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:20:49.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two (Technically 3 I guess) of College</title><content type='html'>So I'm finally here. And I guess it's a good feeling to be out on my own. It was a bit stressful with all the oritentation bullshit but other than that I'm having a great time. I'm glad that Aaron is here, it's good to have a familiar face to see around. And make noodles in my room at 1:45 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired. But I'm not hungry. The food is pretty good here. And I've got a meeting tomorrow at 10:20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I'm leaving. More to come once classes start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-7833032150725672583?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/7833032150725672583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=7833032150725672583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/7833032150725672583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/7833032150725672583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-two-technically-3-i-guess-of.html' title='Day Two (Technically 3 I guess) of College'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-3262255371475921499</id><published>2007-08-16T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T08:42:01.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Days To Go</title><content type='html'>This past week has been horrible on so many levels, I can't wait until it's over.&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this rollercoaster ride. I don't want to deal with it anymore. Honestly, what do you want me to do? I have a feeling that I'm overannalyzing the situation and probably making it worse than it is but it's not like you're helping the situation much with some of the things that you say.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to wave the white flag. I'm almost done, I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't trust people easily. It's hard for me. It takes time. And now I just dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the weather the past two days was amazing and I got some good picture time in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about the highight of me week. Which, by the way is really sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-3262255371475921499?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/3262255371475921499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=3262255371475921499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3262255371475921499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3262255371475921499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/08/nine-days-to-go.html' title='Nine Days To Go'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-5030882331929523379</id><published>2007-07-24T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T05:22:24.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to talk to you...</title><content type='html'>The last time we talked, Mr. Smith, you reduced me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I want to be like Grace Kelly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-5030882331929523379?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/5030882331929523379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=5030882331929523379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5030882331929523379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5030882331929523379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-to-talk-to-you.html' title='I want to talk to you...'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-5057744693006473242</id><published>2007-07-18T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T12:15:32.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I regret to inform</title><content type='html'>that this summer has been somewhat uneventful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all what I pictured it to be but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meggers and I are getting friendship tattoos. Hopefully, if my parental units will allow it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-5057744693006473242?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/5057744693006473242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=5057744693006473242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5057744693006473242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/5057744693006473242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-regret-to-inform.html' title='I regret to inform'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-8656900232192271200</id><published>2007-06-22T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T07:18:51.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;take a step too far?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I think I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RnvZ1y3uaiI/AAAAAAAAABA/rUEjuYjVOHo/s1600-h/DSC05068-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-8656900232192271200?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/8656900232192271200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=8656900232192271200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8656900232192271200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8656900232192271200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/06/did-i.html' title='Did I'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-3171519840271183885</id><published>2007-06-01T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T13:25:23.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RmCApPDM6-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/kQEx15xSeAw/s1600-h/bear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071194626322131938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RmCApPDM6-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/kQEx15xSeAw/s320/bear.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I got a letter in the mail, and it let me know that I actually do make a difference to people. Actually, it made me cry. Happy tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittany -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you meet someone and you just like them instantly - you are one of those people for me. I saw you twice last weekend and both times you took a moment to chat - even if I am just "Luke's Mom." Often it is the little things that stand out in our memories. Your parents must be so proud of you as you venture off to college. I had forgotten you were a senior this year. Not many day days left for high school - which is both a scary and exciting. Many experiences in life are like that but you are up for the challenge. Each struggle is just another opportunity to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's just a little cash to help out with some of the cash flow struggles that college creates...lol...Stay sweet, kind, down to earth, and focused on positive things and the rest will fall into place. Keep us posted and best of luck as you begin your college journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I proceeded to cry. Because it just lets me know that I do make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days. That's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-3171519840271183885?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/3171519840271183885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=3171519840271183885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3171519840271183885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/3171519840271183885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/06/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/RmCApPDM6-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/kQEx15xSeAw/s72-c/bear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4123042876090194614</id><published>2007-05-23T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T12:37:25.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>Hit the button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit the emergency eject button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hit it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, jackass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4123042876090194614?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4123042876090194614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4123042876090194614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4123042876090194614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4123042876090194614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/05/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4416426041959200814</id><published>2007-05-04T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T14:10:48.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Only Knew</title><content type='html'>How much fun I had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think anyone can begin to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was amused in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you really think you need three peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: What are you talking about...there's only two. See, one, two, three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Here comes the broccoli airplane...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Screw you Jordan I hate broccoli. (Watches broccoli fall in fruit cup.) Damn you. You dropped that shit into my fruit-cup.&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Here, let me scoop that out for you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, no don't bother. You've officially ruined it. It's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordan: Can I put my airplane into your secret hatch?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What? Is that a sexual innuendo? And no, you can't. Not in front of the children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that pushes me into doors and drops broccoli into my fruitcup and makes fun of my blue blue tan[blue] shirt. Yea. You. &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4416426041959200814?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4416426041959200814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4416426041959200814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4416426041959200814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4416426041959200814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/05/if-you-only-knew.html' title='If You Only Knew'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-8680180557801488810</id><published>2007-04-10T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:23:09.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could do these things, I would.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could stop:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;eating JollyRancher JellyBeans I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;being overly sarcastic I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thinking about you I would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I could turn back time:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wouldn't have stooped so low to get your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or pissed off my best friend for you during the Washington D.C. trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;or cheated on you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would have gotten help for stats from the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and never written you the note saying that I didn't want to be your friend anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;tell you how I really felt. Or feel. I'm not sure which context to use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;dance around like no one is watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and drink from the [chocolate] milk carton.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wear flip flops in the snow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and lay under the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm here. And I am who I am. And I'm not going to change myself and conform to what I should be like. Because then I'd just be cheating myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've finally accepted me for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So [&lt;strong&gt;hopefully&lt;/strong&gt;] every one else can too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-8680180557801488810?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/8680180557801488810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=8680180557801488810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8680180557801488810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/8680180557801488810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/04/if-i-could-do-these-things-i-would.html' title='If I could do these things, I would.'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-2061913041826650048</id><published>2007-02-18T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T19:55:20.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Proper Way to Eat a Fortune Cookie - Who Knew?!</title><content type='html'>As told by me, through my experience at the Mongolian Buffet with Andy, Kate, and Anthony. First, open the package. This is important. Next, crack the cookie down the middle, and remove the fortune slip...but don't look at it. &lt;strong&gt;This is key. &lt;/strong&gt;Now eat the cookie, and it must be completely consumed before the final step. Once its gone, read your fortune. Hopefully it actually makes sense...Okay. I just thought I'd share that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-2061913041826650048?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/2061913041826650048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=2061913041826650048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2061913041826650048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/2061913041826650048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/02/proper-way-to-eat-fortune-cookie-who.html' title='The Proper Way to Eat a Fortune Cookie - Who Knew?!'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1200146926579058040.post-4490022880622340276</id><published>2007-02-17T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T14:21:25.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rdd_26N1E6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FAlfeShMQCc/s1600-h/DSC03587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032631689926742946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rdd_26N1E6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FAlfeShMQCc/s320/DSC03587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rdd_jKN1E5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sb0c8VtEBOU/s1600-h/DSC03644.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032631350624326546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rdd_jKN1E5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/sb0c8VtEBOU/s320/DSC03644.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd like to say goodbye to my Easter Vacation, because it's pretty much gone now. Other than that, the weeks been pretty uneventful. I've pretty much finished my graduation project, so all I have to do is give my presentation. Then I'm home free! =] &lt;strong&gt;States is in two weeks. And I'm a freakin out. I don't feel ready enough.&lt;/strong&gt; I took some snazzy pictures yesterday. Of the kittens and birds in the snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1200146926579058040-4490022880622340276?l=britbrit89.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/feeds/4490022880622340276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1200146926579058040&amp;postID=4490022880622340276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4490022880622340276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1200146926579058040/posts/default/4490022880622340276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://britbrit89.blogspot.com/2007/02/id-like-to-say-goodbye-to-my-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14195918723122552893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/SWPsMfvJsFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/8nXDdUZ2Kpw/S220/DSC09597.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TEL9fBrZQhg/Rdd_26N1E6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/FAlfeShMQCc/s72-c/DSC03587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
