we're going down in flames
08.28.04 (11:17 pm) [edit]yup, that whole insert-a-smiley-and-your- whole-post-goes-blank thing...it's for real...don't try this at home, kids. anyway, i'm blogging about the one thing i can think of right now that makes me mad. if i have time i'll post another that's more flowers, and rainbows, and butterflies, and true love pish posh :wink:
i walked into my creative writting class on thursday and immediatly went up in flames. i did my best not to stare at this flamming infedel that sat in her seat proudly before me, chest high, shoulders back, proudly wearing her newest insignia. this one happened to be homemade. (i'll have to give her credit on that.) a pastel pink t-shirt with purple and silver letters scrawled over the front reading, "i'm not gay, but my boyfriend is." now, keep in mind this the same girl that has ruined my school by trying to start a faction of the gay/straight alliance last school year which in turn has gotten almost all clubs outlawed. anyway, the two things that set me smoking were 1) what the shirt said! come on, can we grow up? i don't walk around wearing a t-shirt proclaiming my beliefs on tender ground. no no, not my style. i prefer to get to know people and wiggle Christ into their lives with a plan specifically designed for that person; then 2) her boyfriend would not be gay; he'd be bi. if you're going to make a stand on an issue, at least know the facts before you go and make yourself look like an idiot. shesh.
well, that's my rant for now. later ya'll. <Gb>< †
Jesus' ceiling fan
08.27.04 (1:27 pm) [edit]this had me on the floor laughing. thought i'd share it with ya'll.
Pearly Gates, he saw a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asked "What are
all those clocks?"
St. Peter answered, "Those are lie-clocks. Everyone on earth has a
lie-clock. Every time you lie, the hands on your clock will move."
"Oh", said the man. "Whose clock is that?"
"That is Mother Teresa's. The hands have never moved, indicating that she
never told a lie."
Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only
two lies in his entire life."
"Where is John Kerry's clock?" asked the man.
"Kerry's clock is in Jesus' office. He uses it as a ceiling fan."
flowers...for me?
08.23.04 (4:56 pm) [edit]*shock* guess what showed up on my doorstep last night? a vase of flowers with a note attached and typed on plain, cut out computer paper "To Bria: Have a great week." and that's all. i almost want to say "aww", but then again, who are they from?! of course my imagination ran wild with that notion. "what if they're a stalker?!", but then my resonable side kicks in with, "oh, silly, it's probably just one of your admirers." but i can't seem to push that little bit of fear out of the back of my mind, so if you're the culprit, would you mind destroying this bit of feat that plauges me, and fess up? you'll get a treat... a thank you. :D later, ya'll
the church
08.19.04 (4:31 pm) [edit]as many of you know, my church is currently relocating to a new facility. every time i step foot into our current building, a moment of sadness crosses my mind. i've attended church there since before i can remember. i was born on a monday, then that next sunday i was at this particular church in the nursery with the same ladies that watch the kids in the nursery to this day. i've been going there a long time, as you can see. it saddens me to part with the church, because it holds so many memories. my first boo-boo, my first older friend, my first time to be teased, one of my first crushes, my baptisim. that church holds alot.
when the youth cleaned out the gym, then moved all its contents to the new building i realized something up close and personal for the very first time; the church is not the building but the people. i stood there with my youth group in our new building; the building was different, but we were all the same and having just as much fun as we do at our current location.
well, be praying for my church. we're moving the last of everything not this saturday, but the next. thanks for your prayers! God bless!
first days back to class
08.17.04 (9:23 pm) [edit]i will begin this blog with school, even though it will more than likely follow many topic paths which i will do my best to keep straight for my poor disadvantaged readers since ya'll can't get in my head and know what i'm thinking. i promise it all makes since in my brain. :D
well, school began well enough. like my classes...the ones i went to anyway. (will explain further on that later). government should be difficult but fun, given the teacher is a kid at heart herself, and is the mother of one of my fellow students. :D hehe. english...the classroom itself is freezing, the teacher is old enough to have been frozen with the mammoths during the last ice age, but the class cirriculum is going to be interesting- a focus of british lit. i love england, and all the history behind it; hence the reason i'm taking my next class- european history. like i said, love the subject. teacher talks through his nose, and is one of the most monotoned people i have ever met, but seems to be a creative teacher since we colored the story of the section of the chapter we were assigned to read, then taught the rest of the class about what we read. i like to color. :D then creative writting...let's just say we all wrote...minus the creative part. the teacher basically "said" (she actually wrote the instructions on the board.), "i am writting. will you join me?" so we wrote for half the class, then shared the other half. most people just wrote about the first day of school of course, themselves, or writting in general. a few went into deep comtemplation about life, which were quite enjoyable to hear, although quite said as one girl in particular wrote about 2 pages on how life is encredibly meaningless. *tsk, tsk* that girl needs Jesus. lol.
blue day...wow...what a day it had been. started off with human geography. gonna be a great class since there's only 8 people in the class with a fun teacher. :D jokes have already been cracked, such as the following example from miss tanya, which was by far the funniest. the class had been discussing the pope and how old he looks even though he's actually in his 60s or so. (sorry to the catholic readers out there if i have offended you in anyway by not knowing useless facts, such as how old the pope is.) tanya goes, "ya, that's what celibacy does to ya." the entire class -including the teacher-cracked up for about 5 minutes over that one. day continued with spanish. since it's level 3, the teacher spoke almost entirely spanish to us, as we are expected to do in return, and in our conversastions among ourselves. i surprised myself at how much i actually picked up. *pats self on back* i didn't forget it all after all. spanish will be quite a challenge, but a good one. gotta get out of that comfort zone if ya wanna accomplish anything, you know. went to lunch at tried to read my human geo assignment while i sat one of the little round squatty tables just outside the cafeteria we like to call toadstools. so i sat on this toadstool, minding my human geo book, when out of no where, julie pops up. i gritted my teeth and plastered on a fake smile, because if you recall, this is the julie that followed me around like a lost puppy all last school year because she's too insecure to be alone in public EVER. also talked with old friend krista about our upcoming class- ap photography. this class...well, i didn't get to know it, cause i got booted. i "don't have the prerequesites". even though it is an art 2 class i have to have taken regular art 2-photography in order to qualify for the ap class. this makes sense...*shakes head slowly* no. so i go the counselor's office to get this fixed, but she is busy calling in people who failed the taks test, so i am put on hold... FOR 2 LONG HOURS. the waiting could have taken longer, but by then my 4th period off had commenced, so i said see ya to the counselor's secratary with whom i had become good friends with by that time. plan on returning early in the morning to fix this. not sure what i'm going to do. will probably end up taking another off period, and seeing if i can't find a dual enrollment class at one of the colleges in town, or do volunteer work in the physical therapy department at the local non-profit hospital-hendrick's since i'll be needing like 300 physical therapy volunteer hours to get into pt school anyway. might as well get a head start if there are no other options.
well, i have a ton more interesting stuff to discuss than stupid school, but this is all time has alloted to me to write. fare-thee-well until we "meet" again! God bless ya too!
birthday bash blunder
08.14.04 (1:48 pm) [edit]i loved my party! thanks to all you who came to celebrate the most wonderful day the world has ever seen- my birthday. j/k j/k i'm not THAT concieted. i had a blast, despite the fact that the swimming part was rained out. the rain was a blessing in desguise, in my opinion. no swim=no swimsuits=bria big happy. :D as the family was rushing around the house making last minute preparations-as usual- i appeared from my room wearing a large HOSA t-shrit, and boy shorts. my mom got mad at me! she believed "since it's your birthday you'd think you'd want to look nice. i know you're just trying to be modest, but there's no reason to look 80 when you're only 18." then she went on to say something about how i should just go join up with some amish, given the way i'm dressing here lately. (i had tuned her out by this time, and am not 100% certain what she spat at me.) aren't mothers supposed to be the ones pulling your skirt down a little lower or giving you a wedgie as you walk out the door because she saw the top of your underwear? mother said that it need to find a happy medium between amish, and urban. WHAT IF THERE IS NO INBETWEEN?! *smashes head on keyboard* i'm trying my best here to look somewhat hip without having clevage (chest, or rear end) hanging out, but jeez, there is nothing out there! has no one (meaning someone who has connections to the fashion industry) heard my pleas?! something hip/modest would be a dream come true!
"pay so much for clothes so small/was this shirt made for me or my doll/...i looked so hott but caught a cold"-clothes, barlow girl
ok, to this birthday bash blunder (the above was a bit of a blunder-not sure on who's part). i couldn't find any cute candles this year, so i went with those spotted numbers like the old people that can't handle blowing out that many candles. do you know what? i couln't handle my 2 numbers in one blow! yes, i, bria, the 18 year old whom is supposed to have at least SOME lung capacity could not blow out 2 candles at the same time. *bows head in shame*
ok, now we've all had a good laugh at MY expense (do you feel guilty yet?) i'll say adios, and sign out. later. God bless!
blogging to myself
08.09.04 (4:19 pm) [edit]you know, blogging to myself is only so much fun for so long; so has just about run out. :?
shopping: a love/hate relationship
08.08.04 (8:27 pm) [edit]i love/hate shopping. you ask how this is possible? i am a girl, so i should L-O-V-E shopping right? or not. i am not your average girl, so i love/hate shopping. more hate than anything else. no, not because i have to go shopping at plus size stores and hate the way i look, no, my extreme hatered comes from the way THE CLOTHES look. don't get me wrong...shopping is great...for only one thing-laughing at all the advertisements. i don't know if you've ever stopped to analyze and really look at advertisements before, but i'm a weirdo like that, and do every time i go shopping, cause without the laugh advertisements provide shopping would drive me completely up the wall. take a shirt tag i found for example..."made in hollywood" the tag said. "huh," i thought, "so, since this shirt is 'made in hollywood' wearing the shirt-therefore, buying the shirt-would make me as 'cool' as the people in this said hollywood." wow. i don't think so. yes, i am totally cool (:wink:), but one dumb t-shirt won't make me cool-er. oh you cleve advertisement creators, how you have the female population in the palm of your hand. you tell us, "you got it; you flaunt it" and away we run from store after store with jeans skin tight, that show butt clevage coupled with a shirt(or can we call it a shirt?) that is also skin tight with a larger than life neck dipping half way down your chest in a material which conviently enough shows every curve you own. and then we go out wearing this trash and get mad at guys when their tounges roll out of their heads.
now, is this whole situation our-the female population- fault? NO! do you know why? because said trash like above is the only thing you can find on the rack at any given store!! are we not told every single day-ok, maybe not every single, but alot-"think for yourself; be your own person." yet all they give us to wear are those rediculous button down shirts, or t-shirts. what kind of choice is that?! choices, people, choices! we NEED more CHOICES! are you "fashion" designers out there hearing me and the many other young adult ladies that agree with my opinion? not all of us want to look like prostitutes ok? how 'bout keeping the rest of us in mind next time you step up to the drawing board. alright? ok, good. thanks for listening.
inspiration for this rant: spending two long, tax free, crowded days shopping in every store in the area and coming up with only ONE, repeat, ONE pair of jeans that fit as a piece of clothing should. that one pair of jeans, and this frustration filled rant to show for my hours of toiling to find some decent and modest, yet somewhat stylish clothing. *cries* would some lovely designer out there please keep we modest girls in mind?
hello adulthood
08.06.04 (1:54 pm) [edit]hmm...adulthood, what to say about thee? well, let's just say, you are not fun. i have quickly discovered that responsibility is not cool in my book. like right now as we speak, my dad is giving me instructions for this afternoon's eating, and perparing for my tennis match, since we're in rain delay. i'm supposed to some how remember to do all this stuff so i'm prepared for my match whenever rain delay ends. normally everyone would expect me to forget to do every single bit of my assigned tasks, then they'd be like, "you need to be more responsible, blah, blah, blah" and life would go on. but now, oh no, if i'm not on my tasks in .2 miliseconds then i will be given the responsibility speech, grounded, and treated like a small child for a while. yes, i have already been there, and done that in the one day of my offical adulthood. sadly predictable, i know. so, before i am demoted from my responsibilities-which i'm not sure i want anyway- i must leave you and pursue a hamburger, power shake, and the creation of my "tool box". fare the well. may God's blessings shower down upon you.
the last day of my childhood
08.04.04 (6:52 am) [edit]what can i say on this, the last day of my childhood? "i don't wanna grow up! i'm a toys 'r' us kid"? what can i do to halt this onslaught of responsibilities? di ve into a time machine and warp myself back a few years? or must i say, "fare thee well, childhood. rest in peace inside my memories"? must i gently accept the responsiblilities arriving on my shoulders?
*sigh* good bye childhood. i smell a poem coming out of this one. don't feel like posting. i'll tell ya what it feels like to be an adult tomorrow. God bless till then.
feature me!
08.02.04 (4:45 pm) [edit]hey, you! vote to feature me, por favor. go to tblog home at look at the top right corner and click on featured blogs, then click the vote button next to my name, and i and you are allll set! :-) i'd greatly appreciate it.
speech time, i deserve to be featured cause i've been around for just short of forever...nearly a year i guess...somewhere around that time frame anyway. so vote for me!
ok, i'm off my soapbox. God bless!
I'M GETTING PUBLISHED!!!
08.02.04 (12:15 pm) [edit]YEEEE-HAW!!! :wink: [b][u][i]I'M GETTING PUBLISHED!!! [/i][/u][/b]*squeals with delight* :D :D :D *does a lil dance* hehe, i'm sooo excited, you have no idea. and guess what? it's not in my school literary magazine either! haha, forget "it" too, i'm getting two of my poems published! did you hear me?! [u][b][i]TWO![/i][/b][/u] YEEEESSS. "hand" will be in the international library of poetry's annual compilation anthology entitled [u]eternal portraits[/u], while "a letter to my husband" will be featured in another compilation anthology entitled [u]of faith and inspiration [/u]by the live poets society (since i'm not dead yet :wink: ).
when i get the time today, i will re-post those poems on my inner circle page above the poem that's already there.
God does work miracles. He didn't forget to give me a gift either!. thanks God!
later...i have to go treat myself. :D God bless!
