Brittany is studying for her AP Lang test, completing a history project and preparing for Prom. In other words, she has no free time. This will be a picture blog. I hope you enjoy.
This is just the average Scrabble game between my best friend, Alondra, and myself.

A drawing that now resides in the back cover of my history binder.

This was drawn for my boyfriend. It now resides in the front cover of my history binder.

This is a drawing of Agito from Air Gear. I drew it upon request by my friend, Fernando. It was a gift to him.

This is one of my favorites because I think it is such a cute picture. This is one of the many drawings I have done of it. It reminds me of my boyfriend, Kurtis, and me.

Vampire, Play and Prom Mania

Kitty: Britt, can I tell you a secret?

Me: Sure, what is it?

Kitty: I am really a vampire.

Me: Hm, really? How interesting.*thinks she is joking*

Kitty: Yeah, really.

Me: Vegetarian?

Kitty: No, humans taste better and allow me to be in the sun.

Me: Oh. I see.

*awkward silence*

Kitty: I'm not joking. *she is serious looking*

Me: Sure. I think I have to go now. Michelle is waiting to run lines. *hurriedly walks away*

Sweetie, no matter how much you say you are a vampire, you are not a vampire. I know that it sounds very appealing to you and you really want to believe it, or at least make everyone else believe it, but it is not true. Kitty, as much as I love you, I can not and will not indulge this fantasy. This is not healthy. Especially when you start sucking the blood out of your boyfriend's cut. I am pretty sure that that is detrimental to your health. Also, if you really are a vampire than how in the world would you be able to so peacefully live with us humans whose blood you so desire? Besides, you gulf down actual food faster than I can even take one bite of my muffin. Which, while I am on the topic, is really annoying and rude. I brought the snack and drink so that I would have something to eat and drink because I was actually working all day. When I said you could have a little, that is what I meant. Anything more than a large handful and drink is exceeding what you were given permission to have. In other words, if you want more than that you have to ask. Now, back to the vampire problem. I really do not know why you would choose to be a vampire. Out of all the lies you could have made up about yourself, why vampire? I could only guess that it is because they are popular at the moment and it probably is just to get attention. You really should talk to your counselor about this.

Now, on to more real news. My past two months have revolved around rehearsals and teching for my drama class' spring play. I was usually one of the few people to actually go to a tech Saturday and actually do something. This is frustrating beyond belief for many reasons. First, this puts lot of focus on me to actually do a lot of work. I am a very short and athletically challenged girl. Building, moving and setting up flats and bookcases is not the easiest task to do mostly on my own. Second, I do not fancy to spend my weekend with my drama teacher, especially if it is just me. I will be honest, it is kinda creepy and very awkward. Third, this shows no effort and support from the other cast members which ticks me off. I am spending my Saturday building a set for people who wanted this play while they goof off.

Then, almost everyone decides to not learn their lines and blocking and skip rehearsals. The only people who show up to rehearsals are the people who know their lines. I happen to be a person who learns her lines through repetition, so by other people not knowing their lines, I lose my lines. Also, when a show is double cast and people screw off so much that we end up with having a single cast and having to cast someone previously in a role to a different role because the other two people will not put in the effort or time, there is a problem. Do you understand how much stress it puts on me to have to change my schedule numerous times? I rely on my grandparents, who live across town, to give me rides. I can not just call them last minute to drive me somewhere. I also have an uncle who is out of town a lot. He cancels plans to come see me act, only to find out that it is not the actual night because the cast screws up so much. The second act was a total mess and two people were reading scripts the whole time. One girl, who had a script in her hand, still lost, changed or skipped most of the lines. Almost all the cues to open passages were missed and because we had to put a new person on the lights, we had random blackouts or lights that would not turn on. The show was even canceled by the teacher at one point because he was so fed up.

Finally, on the two actual show days we kinda pulled things together. There were still many mess ups but no one broke character and we actually ended up creating something enjoyable. In fact, Ben even broke a chair during his fight scene with AJ. All in all, it ended up working out but was not anywhere near great. Now that it is over, I have so much more free time.

I now spend my days worrying and preparing for my Junior Prom. I luckily already had a dress(I am using my sophomore homecoming dress) and a boyfriend(no stressing over a date). I was lacking everything else though. The easiest thing to do was to make a nail appointment. Everything else is not so easy. I left my boyfriend with the choice of restaurant. Not the best idea ever. He is more indecisive and worries about my opinion very much. Therefore, this decision took him two weeks(he just decided last week).

Kurtis: So, where would you like to go to dinner?

Me: I already told you, wherever you want is fine. The decision is yours.

Kurtis: Well, um, I am not sure yet.

Me: Well, since you neglected to properly ask me to Prom than this place better be fantastic. I want an underwater aquarium. *I am clearly joking*

Kurtis: So you want to go to *insert local seafood restaurant*?

Me: Um, that is not what I meant but OK.

I still had to order a boutonniere, which took two days of correspondence between us to figure out just what flower he was getting on my corsage so I could coordinate.(If you have not already noticed, we have a bit of a communication problem.) We still do not have a proper schedule planned out.

I was also in need of shoes. I have not only wide feet but thick feet. This makes finding heels that fit near impossible. For almost three weeks I went to every store in my town and the next town and found not a single shoe that fit. Finally, today, I was able to find a pair of heels. I still had to buy padding for the heel so they would fit because I had to buy a size larger to accomodate my irregular feet. Luckily, the store I had to go to for the inserts had cute clutches so I solved that problem as well. I am now just fretting over tomorrow and having to finalize plans and praying that my nails and hair turn out nice.

Review: 5 Centimeters per Second

Several friends had recommended 5 Centimeters per Second. I finally caved in and sat down with Cheez-Its and a cream soda to watch it. The story depicts the growing apart of a boy, Takaki, and a girl, Akari, as they get older. The title is the rate at which a cherry blossom falls. This I take to be sybolic of Takaki and Akari's relationship. They start to fall together but eventually drift apart, like falling cherry blossoms. I may be looking too much into this. Anywhosit, the film from an artistic perspective is wonderful. The scenes are cut and designed beautifully. This film does not fall short of symbolism. However, I still did not really like the film. My main problem is that I do not believe in the depth of the relationship between Akari and Takaki. There are only a few shots from their time together and they do not make me believe that they were good friends. This makes the rest of the film hard to believe and get in to. There needed to be more developement of the relationship at the start. They needed to show the happiness of the relationship during their childhood more instead of jumping right into the sadness of their departure.

Thing To Do Before My Untimely Death

If the title did not clue you in to what this post is about than I will now tell you point blank. This is the list of stuff I want to do before I die. This is my bucket list. I am not going to number it out though, I will be using astrics. I feel if I use numbers then I will be making some things seem more important than others. Now before I begin I must inform you that this is the first time I have ever written this. The reason I am writing this at only 16 is to motivate myself to something and to look back on when I am older. Try not to laugh at the trivial, odd or ridiculous things I want. I shall now begin.

*get a masters in english literature

*get married

*have children

*publish a book

*travel europe

*consistently keep a year-long journal

*swim with dolphins

*visit the grand canyon

*learn to ballroom dance

*take horseback riding lessons

*watch a sunrise/sunset on the beach

*become fluent in spanish

*learn sign language

*learn to play an instrument

*go on a safari

*witness turtles hatching

*visit a rainforest

*visit new york

*go to statue of liberty

*revisit disneyland and disneyworld

*see a broadway show

*read the complete works of shakespeare

*complete NaNoWriMo

*own a beach house

*have a garden with flowers, herbs and a pond

*attend the winter/summer olympics

what do you want to do?

I would also like to add a link to my formspring, ask me whatever you want =) : http://www.formspring.me/AngelBabyBritt

Update and Poem

I have been out of internet but it renews on the 14th so I will be able to update better and have regular posts. =) Now, this is a poem I wrote for my boyfriend a few months after we started going out. Let me know what you think. I hope you enjoy it.

Love Me Forever

Soft sighs
Sweet kisses
Hold me close
Never let go

Gentle whispers
Deep blushes
Kiss my lips
Never pull back

Adorable notes
Touching words
Keep on writing
Never leave me alone

Comfortable silences
Unbearable distances
Promise me forever
Never stop loving me

A little Story of Mine

I wrote this awhile ago. I leave it up to the reader to decide whether what the narrator experiences is real or just a hallucination. Let me know what you think.


I thought the distance would make everything better. I hoped that not seeing him would help to dissolve my feelings. I was so wrong. The more days I went without him, the stronger the longing grew. I craved his scent, his touch, his stare, his laugh, him, so badly. The old saying, separation makes the heart grow fonder, was all too true. I began seeing him everywhere. He would whisper my name and his cool breath would tickle my neck. When I got dressed in the morning I could smell his intoxicating scent. When I was alone his hand traced my side and his warm, oh so soft, lips occasionally brushed across my shoulder. These fantasies haunted me every day. Shopping, that might help. I grabbed my purse and rushed out. I wandered through the mall and bought random stuff. When I sat down in the food court I saw him. I sipped my soda slowly. He was buying a soft pretzel. I turned away. It was just another hallucination.

“Hi.”

I looked up and he stood there with a smile. Definitely a hallucination.

“Hello.”

“How have you been?”

“Good, you?”

“Not too bad.”

I looked down and sipped my soda. When I looked up he was gone. I sighed and grabbed my stuff. I walked forward and right towards Land Of The Sun. As I entered, the scent of incense crashed over me like a wave. I took a deep breath, taking in all the scents. I had to get some. I started digging through the incense when someone tapped my shoulder. I turned and there he was. Maybe it wasn’t a hallucination.

“Sorry about earlier, my friend waved me over.”

“Oh, ok.”

“I would have rushed but I saw this,” he said reaching into his bag and pulling out a beautiful silver heart necklace from a bag, “and thought of you.”

I gasped as I took it in my hand. Maybe I didn’t have to forget. He carefully took it from my hand and put it on me. I threw my arms around him and let his scent tickle my nose. He held me close and I could swear his lips grazed my hair. I slowly pulled back and looked into his eyes.

“Sorry… I wasn’t sure how I felt… But now I am… not having you is terrible," he said, emphasizing the last word.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and crushed my lips to his. Definitely not a hallucination. He kissed me back passionately. I don’t have to forget.

A Poem (by me)

I am having serious writing blues. I just recently was able to start again. I also realized that I have neglected my blog. =( So, until I have some regular posts written, I will share some of my poems and quick writes. Today I will share a poem. I hope you enjoy. Any feedback is welcome. This poem is a multi-color poem I wrote for english class last year.


My Colors

Red is the scars from my ezcema
the blush that burns on my cheeks
after my boyfriend kisses my neck
Blue is the pushpins on my corkboard
the comforting hug of a friend
my victory in winning a chess game
Pink is the towel that dries my hair
the "I love you" in a goodbye
the hug from an old friend
Purple is the eyeshadow I wear
the sadness hidden away
the juice I drink after school
White is the innocence of Linnea
an eight year old barely shaken by life
the fresh paper I draw on
Yellow is the smile on my face
the friends in my life
the lemons that make lips pucker
Green is the grass that tickles my feet
as I run barefoot in the backyard
the peace of nature in the silence of the day
Black is the still at night
the shadows in my room
the burdens of my life
Orange is the warm hug from grandma
the stuffed cheetah on my bed
the scent of a new day