June 7, 2010 - Posted by brittany - 0 Comments
I must admit, I find summer to be one of the most boring of the four seasons. Why? Because I have to entertain myself, instead of others entertaining me. I have to work so I have something to do. Sound horrible? Yes, it is. I am a solitary person, so I like to be alone more than I do with a large number of people, BUT, if I do spend a lot of time by myself, I get extremely bored. What is this?
So my mom makes fun of me. When I’m sitting at home, bored out of my mind, all I can do is complain to her how much I want to see my friends, or hang out with my friends or even just talk to someone. But about two seconds later, when my siblings ask if I want to play outside with them, I immediately spurt a huge, “NO. I want to be alone right now.” Am I a hypocrite?…….. I don’t think so. Do I have issues……hmmm….. yes.
“So what do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green? Do you eat some ice cream, or lazily dream on the banks as the clouds go by? Is that what you do? So do I!” (my rendition of an LDS children’s song) So most every day is the same, I wake up late, (which makes me happy) and I roll out of bed to eat my cereal and I do chores around the house. I practice my piano and viola, play with my puppies, listen to my siblings complain that they’re hungry at 11:00 am, work on my lamesillydummypoop online class and then make lunch for me and my brothers and sisters. Then I might do something fun, like run around in circles, attempt handstands, trip over flat ground, or have a howling contest with my beagle. Usually around this time, my beloved mother calls to check up on us from her school of doom, (I feel for you mom) then I might watch a movie with my siblings. Sometimes, I’ll half attempt to contact my friends through Facebook, and most of the time, it fails miserably. I just have to wait one more day for something to maybe, mysteriously, hopefully, possibly pop up to do. Other than all this, I anxiously wait for a call from any place wishing to hire me for a part-time job. No success. I was hoping with extreme enthusiasm for someone to call me so that I can have a somewhat steady income. I have a whole bunch of stuff to pay for during the school year, and unfortunately, no money to pay for it. 
Well, anyway, if anyone is listening, or anyone cares, this is what I do in the summertime. It’s kind of a downer entry, full of unhappy things, but hey… what can I say? 
Well I can say, I love watermelon, and parades, and loud drums, and music and all the fun and exciting things that come in the one gigantic package labeled, “SUMMER.”
May 31, 2010 - Posted by brittany - 0 Comments
You know that story that your grandparents tell you? The one where they say they had to walk to school in July when it is snowing, uphill both ways?? Well, I totally wish it was opposite and it was downhill both ways. Then I’d ride my bike to school every single day.
So this morning, as planned by me and Jourdan, we rode our bikes to school. It was quite fun actually. I was all full of energy, so biking to the Chevron to meet the rest of our friends was really easy. It was the perfect temperature and everything. Plus, it was pretty much all downhill... When we got to school, it was just like we didn’t even have school. I got a few people’s signatures and talked to a couple of friends. Soon, we were sort of forced out of the building, and so we sat on the grass for a bit. School technically ended at 11 o’ clock, and with the predicament of no food, some of us were gettin’ a little…… cranky. So we packed up our things and left for Wal-Mart. We biked as a group and ate lunch at Subway. YUM.
When it was time to go home, there were two options: up hill, or up hill…. hmmm….. I choose neither… BUT unfortunately, that was not the case. About half way up route A (riding alongside the highway) we decided it was too dangerous and way too hard to bike up, so we turned onto the back roads through our two cities. Route B was not much easier. Although we didn’t have a bazillion cars driving right beside us at speeds upwards of 65 mph, this route was looonngg and windy. This was a bit difficult, because I’m not Miss Ima-swimmeriwiththeenduranceofacheetah. Jourdan was cruising up that hill while I pretty much walked my bicycle up the long road. Kudos to Bryce for staying with me, even though he didn’t have to.
After having a nasty prank pulled on me and going through an emotional phase of utmost horror, the three of us rode to Bryce’s house where he graciously tied Jourdan and my bike into the bed of his truck and drove us the last mile home. Let us just say that nearly 10 miles of biking is hard for a girl, I’ll tell you. (That, plus I’m a wimp. ) Now, as I cradle my sunburnt arms and glare at the bruises on my ankle, I still look back on it and have to smile. It was really, really fun. I would totally ride my bike to school every day, it didn’t take that long, considering it was downhill pretty much the whole way. But if I did? I would probably make someone with a truck drive me home.
The only good thing about this experience is, is that the time that I was at school? IT WAS THE LAST DAY! YAHOO!!! NO SCHOOL! NO SCHOOL! NO SCHOOL! NO SCHOOL!!! 
May 26, 2010 - Posted by brittany - 0 Comments
So I have a story to tell…
Once upon a time, there was a creeper, and this creeper had friends. And my Emily walked by the creeper and his friends and they started saying not nice things to her. So my Emily came to the room and said, “There are creepers outside.” We looked outside and they beckoned the female gender from our group saying, “Come, we wish to talk to you.” Us of the female gender did hide behind the great and heavy door. The creepers pushed against the door saying, “We wish to come inside.” They pushed and shoved with all of their might and sent the great and heavy door open. This did hurt the female gender exceedingly and especially me, since I was sitting on the ground in front of the door. The main creeper did hold out his hand to me saying, “Take it, and I will help you up.” Knowing to be a child of politeness, I took his hand with gratitude until the creeper did rub his finger onto my hand. I was exceedingly afraid and did pull my hand from his. The men of the land did stand up for the women of the land and told the creepers to leave. When they did not, the men of the land took the women and left. They did stand guard at the great and heavy door even when the creepers did continue to beckon and make rude comments. Then, after many more terrifying moments, the creepers did take leave and abandoned the land of the practice room.
This story is to commend those men who stood bravely in the sight of evil. How valiantly they protect the women of the land. We congratulate them. Especially the ones who have respect and honor for the women of the land, if it was appropriate, I think we would all kiss you!
Amen.
May 25, 2010 - Posted by brittany - 0 Comments
Today, I have completed a task that is both awarding and annoying…
Today: I have emptied my back pack. This task consists of several plastic bags full of old homework and random lined paper to be tossed in the dumpster, followed by a vigorous shake to my back pack to remove the random bits and pieces of paper that come off of notebooks. A momentous occasion, seeing as I don’t have to use it for another 3 MONTHS!!
Well, I’m keeping this entry short, I have some things to do.
May 24, 2010 - Posted by brittany - 0 Comments
From day one of school, I start counting down the days until it’s actually over. Now, as the train of school horror chugs to its final stop, I’m not so happy about it ending.
Oh sure, there are plenty of reasons why I’m actually HAPPY it’s ending, for instance: 1) I’m so sick of homework that I could just…. I don’t know. 2) I would rather not wake up at 6:00 in the morning anymore. 3) No. More. Test. Taking. (need I say any more?) 4) I love the feeling of having nothing to do. And that’s something that has evaded me for the past 10 months. and 5) Maybe I can actually spend some alone time now?
But then, there are always the reasons why I DON’T want school to end. 1) I’m going to miss my friends. That’s always the biggest bummer of them all. Especially those that are MOVING!! *cough cough* (But maybe, now that I have my license, I can actually go to a friend’s house when I feel like it… hmm….) 2) I hope that when I’m not at school, that I don’t lose everything that I’ve learned. That could be potentially bad. 3) I’m going to miss having an actual schedule.
So okay… maybe I should stop talking? Because I just said I’ll miss not having every second of my life planned out, but that I’m also excited to feel like I have nothing to do…I think I should just stop contradicting myself and get on with my life…. yeah…. sounds like a good plan…
Anyway, so school is ending and it is sad. And school is ending and I am glad…….*sigh* I’m so hypocritical….
But, I do have some happy news!!! I GOT 100% ON MY CHEMISTRY FINAL!!! It was this nasty experiment called a titration that I’d been stressing over for the past couple of weeks. And when I was doing the actual experiment, I wasn’t sure if I was getting the proper amount of base into the mixture, so you can imagine my issues. (And if you can’t? Just picture a girl with chemistry goggles on, red hot in the face trying to pour liquid into a stupid class tube with steam coming out of her ears… yeah, you get the gist) And then… when I was doing the math, I was having issues remembering what the equation was. Let’s just say, I turned in my scribbled on paper that was covered in NaOH and phenolphthalein with reluctance. And also knowing that I had to be within .001 of the answer was just adding on a bit of stress.
Later, I found Mr. Bastian in class and asked him if I passed. He just looked at me and said, “I hope so.” Well THANKS, Bastian. That’s all I needed to know. I just looked at him and said, “You’re a BIG help!”
Anyway, so I came home and checked my grades on the internet and LO AND BEHOLD!……. 200/200 points.
Wa…… hoo……
Look, I’m so excited, that I’m not even showing it. And that’s the truth… that’s how I am about things that are REALLY exciting. Like going to Disneyland, or Christmas time, or going on a date or something.
May 23, 2010 - Posted by brittany - 0 Comments
I have recently discovered a new bacterial malady that is affecting nearly every student in my high school. If you have any of these symptoms, I would suggest seeing a physician immediately.
The bug crops up in about mid-March and throws its full fury at teenagers aged 14-18 years between mid- and late-May. The bacteria is known as koniecškola. It causes symptoms such as extreme drowsiness during the hours of 5 am and 3 pm, minor irritability, jitters, day-dreaming and laziness. These features also seem to flame up during periods of sunny and warm weather. If you are experiencing one or more of these symptoms, you may be suffering from a disease called, Endovskoolitis.
But don’t be alarmed. Just hang in there and tell yourself, “It’ll all be over soon… it’ll all be over soon…”
October 8, 2008 - Posted by brittany - 0 Comments
Most people are deathly afraid of the language of Shakespeare. It literally intimidates them. Our Advanced Drama class attended the Utah Shakespearean Festival High School Competition this last weekend. It was a BLAST! In our overall Stratford Division, our school placed 4th out of 16: which is great considering that we beat 2 of the Freshman private schools that specifically specialize in the Fine Arts. As well as our Ensemble scene, our class had 3 monologs and 2 duo trios (one of which I competed in) that represented our school.
Although we didn’t place, our scores were still in our satisfactory range.
Spending time at SUU was so much fun! My roomies, (and group) included my friends: Kaelis, Mallory, Krysti and me. We spent the whole time together meeting new friends, reuniting with old ones, watching the students at the University, watching performances, and eating. LOTS and LOTS of eating. I’ll have to say that those were my favorite parts of the day, was the eating ones. There were several resturant places and convienince stores that we went to throughout the day. And yes, now I have to confess:
I’ve been to Starbucks.
But only to get really yummy hot chocolate…….. except for it tasted walnutty ……
The hot chocolate was definitely a must on Saturday: It rained the whole day long. So running from building to building got you and your hair and your clothes all wet and cold.
Our competition was good. We got better scores that the other duo scene from our school… does that say something? (I know, I’m just amazing like that) Ha.
We arrived home at 1 am on Sunday morning, our dead tired parents picked us up, but although we were sleepy, we were satisfied with our scores. (I mean 4th out of 16? What is this?)