<?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-7664733</id><updated>2011-08-11T00:01:34.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brianna wins 'em all</title><subtitle type='html'>Is this the documentation of the adventures of the great and mysterious ( and often hilarious) Dr Smooth? Or just the incessant ramblings of the 19 year old drama queen Brianna Akins? only a true mastermind can decipher the truth!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>205</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-3513931252174542407</id><published>2007-09-28T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:41:51.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As usual, there is never a dull moment in the life of Brianna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September was a blur. Who even knows where to start?  School I guess. Met the new first years, some of them are distant, some are fantastic! Even in the first week I started getting homework, and realized how overwhelming this year is going to be. In a good way, I suppose, seeing as how the whole summer was all about relaxing.  With the much appreciated help of Lisa M and Maddy, we planned a kick ass mixer that went by without a hitch, and much fun was had by all ( until the cops came, that is!). The rest of the month has been mostly dinners and nights out with Ryan, some times with the girls, and hanging out with my old friends.. procrastinating homework, working,  going to choir.. spent an action filled evening in Victoria last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;This whole past week I was dead to the world with sickness. Terrible, as auditions for Goodnight Desdemona were this week. HOWEVER  I managed to pick myself up, audition, AND land a role! Not Desdemona as I was hoping, but Juliets nurse. Im not complaining. It may not be the biggest role, but it isnt the smallest either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, not much is new. Im going to fling myself headfirst into October, and hope I dont get brain damage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-3513931252174542407?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3513931252174542407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=3513931252174542407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/3513931252174542407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/3513931252174542407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-usual-there-is-never-dull-moment-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-7554329255540876363</id><published>2007-08-20T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:22:11.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tofino trip extraordinaire!</title><content type='html'>Well, i had a FANTASTIC weekend! Me, Jae, Heather, and Ryan had been planning to go to Tofino this weekend for at least a month, and i was really looking forward to it. I hadnt been there in about four years.. and the last time i went i was with my sister and her friends, and we were only there for a day. So friday me and Heather went to the grocery store and bought a bunch of food for a picnic, and then we packed it all up, and I made cookies, and we got all of our blankets and towels and football and bathing suits and shoved it all in Jaes parents station wagon ( cause his car is too small.) Then we just had to wait for Ryan to get off work. Finally around 6 we were all ready to go, so we hopped in the car, plugged in the ipod, and off we went!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride there was fun. We were all pretty excited, and we had Heathers ipod and mine filled with awesome tunes! The best part was when I dont Feel Like Dancin came on and we all started hardcore car dancing and singing at the top of our lungs. We also stopped in a couple places here and there to smoke up.. like in cathedral grove! and we took a lot of pictures. Im going to warn you right now though, i spent pretty much the entire weekend intoxicated in one way or another, just so you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got into town around 10, and decided before we found a place to sleep for the night we would go to the beach and drink a few beer, which we did. It was still pretty rainy and gross though, which was really discouraging, as we were supposed to be beaching it up all weekend! So once it was around 11 ish we figured it might be wise to crash for the night. But we didnt know where to go! We had decided long ago that this was going to be a mostly spontaneous trip ( which, if you know me at all, you'll know that sometimes thats really hard for me :P) but spontaneity in August in Tofino is near next to impossible. But really, we would have been content to sleep in the car, or on the beach, or whatever. As it happens, we found a 2 bed hotel room at the best Western right outside town ( that was hella expensive!!!) but at least we had a place to sleep, and a place to have showers! We spent the rest of the night drinking and watching porn on tv until we all fell asleep. Cause we are classy folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only trouble spot of the weekend came the next morning. Checkout time was 11 o clock, and while I dig the non scheduled trip sometimes, I am a stickler for the rules. So at 10 I got up and had a shower, and started to clean the place up ( we made a HUGE mess!) and tried to wake everyone up, but they refused to get up! I got a little pissed off cause it was 10:30 and no one was helping me clean up. They finally got up at quarter to, and of course they all wanted showers. I know I was being anal and no one really cared that we were out at 11:15 instead of 11, but still. Anyways, I was just a little mad, and I got over it quick enough. We went and got some coffee, chilled on the dock for a bit, and grabbed some lunch at this place on the water. By the time we were out, the sun was shining!! So we went to the surfshop so ryan could rent a board and a wetsuit, and drove around to find a less expensive place to stay that night. We ended up finding this real cute little guesthouse called the sand dollar, which worked for us! After we changed into our bathing suits, we were off to the beach! On the way we chugged some Full Throttle to wash down the dexadrin, so needless to say we were a little hyped up by the time we got there. We spent absolute hours at the beach too, Ryan went surfing, and we drank ciders and beer, and smoked some weed, and I went swimming and bodysurfing in the waves. I must have looked insane because the water was COLD and I was the only one in the whole ocean not wearing a wetsuit. But I was having such a good time that I refused to get out until my joints stiffened up from the cold and the sun was starting to go down. We chilled on the beach for a bit longer though, waiting for Ryan to finish surfing, then we drove back to the Sand Dollar. On the way, me and Ryan said something at the same time, so he jinxed me, and we take jinxes seriously! I ended up not getting to talk for 2 hours until I could finally buy him a coke. I got him back in little ways though, like taking a ridiculously long shower so that he would have no hot water, and shaking the coke i bought him really really hard so he couldnt even drink it. The others thought I must have been really pissed off, but I honestly wasnt. Me not talking for a few hours is a lot easier than you would think. Anyways, once that was over we wentougnht to this incrdibly expensive place for dinner, and i figured since I was shelling out a lot of money already, I might as well make a night out of it and bought two martinis as well! Then it was back to our rooms to get ready for the night. We cracked open some wine, and some beers, and had at her! Also, it being a special occasion and all, me, Jae, and Ryan all had a fair share of shrooms ( this would be my first time ) . Let me tell you, i had one epic night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now it was about 11, and we drove about 20 minutes to one of the beaches, and it was completely deserted.  The stars were the most amazing things i had ever seen. It was like the sky was playing a light show for me, totally awesome but a little messed up.  It seriously felt like we were in our own world, cause the beach was surrounded by trees so all you could see was trees and beaches, and all you could hear was ocean. It really felt like a dome.  Anyways, we went walking in the ocean, and looking down was freaky, cause you could see the reflection of the sky, so it looked like you were going to walk straight into an Abyss. SOme clouds started covering up the stars, and I freaked out and thought it was the Nothing from the Neverending Story, so me and Ryan walked alll the way down the beach, and I kept trying to get him to take off his shoes and throw them away. Basically the whole predominant theme for me was that I wanted humans to just like, go back to the ocean. Buildings and cars seemed incredibly repulsive, and its a good thing I didnt have my cell phone on me, cause I probably would have thrown it in the ocean. I kept being like, what did they do before Cell phones Ryan?? what did they do before cars Ryan? I was all about ditching technology, and living on the beach forever, After a while, we went back to the car to see what Jae and Heather were up to, and I didnt like that at ALL. I kept being like, can we go back to the beach, can we go back to the beach please?? and so we did, and we sat on this log and talked abotu life, the universe, and everything for HOURS, but it really felt like years, centuries even. After a while, it felt like we had always lived on that log, me and Ryan. I cant think of anyone I would have rather been there with either. All the crazy things he had ever said made SO MUCH SENSE. it was bizarre. And I wanted to stay there forever too. I wanted it to always be night time, and always at the beach, and always talking. Ryan tried to tell me what time it was once, and I was like, NO WATCHES!!! dont be a slave to time!! it was kinda funny. We also kept drinking beer and smoking weed, so I was pretty fucked.  Eventually, we realized we had to leave, Jae came and found us, and we all giggled for a while, and hallucinated a bunch, and it was great and crazy fun.  When I got home I just crashed though, and had a sweeeeeet sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we packed up all our stuff again, and headed down for one last day at the beach. WE couldnt stay long, but I swam some more with Heather, and Ryan surfed some more, and we threw the football around some more. Around 4 we left, and I was sooo sad to go. The ride home was sweet though. I was sooo baked and we just listened to music and looked out the window. Ooh and we got ice cream at Whiskey Creek. Halfway through the ride home, I was like, Vacations over, time to go home.. sad.. but then I realized I LIVE with these people. We would go home, and still be together! That was such a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that concludesmy Tofino adventure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-7554329255540876363?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7554329255540876363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=7554329255540876363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7554329255540876363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7554329255540876363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/08/tofino-trip-extraordinaire.html' title='Tofino trip extraordinaire!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-63632605383257465</id><published>2007-08-04T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:37:24.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sorry I havent called any of you, Im sorry Ive been a terrible friend, im sorry ive been a terrible roommate, im sorry I havent kept in contact with the people who went home for the summer, im just plain old sorry. I want it to be September again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-63632605383257465?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/63632605383257465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=63632605383257465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/63632605383257465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/63632605383257465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-sorry-i-havent-called-any-of-you-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-7992080449102002417</id><published>2007-07-21T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T15:17:21.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night Mathematics</title><content type='html'>Pirate party +&lt;br /&gt;wine +&lt;br /&gt; rum +&lt;br /&gt;tequila +&lt;br /&gt;Sangria +&lt;br /&gt; karaoke +&lt;br /&gt;weed =&lt;br /&gt; a fat lip, black eye, skinned elbow, a hangover, a lost cell phone, and a kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-7992080449102002417?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7992080449102002417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=7992080449102002417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7992080449102002417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7992080449102002417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/07/friday-night-mathematics.html' title='Friday Night Mathematics'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-6889583159146798851</id><published>2007-07-13T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T17:44:19.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Times, they are a-changin</title><content type='html'>well, ive certainly been MIA these past few weeks. I havent been returning peoples calls, im never home.. i know its probably not the best and most responsible thing to have been doing, but I think I needed it. Ive pretty much just been seeing my friend Heather from work, her boyfriend Jae, and her friend Ryan. We just go to her place after work and chill out, do whatever. Me and Ryan went to Van a couple weeks ago, and me and Heather go to my bosses pool all the time. Thats basically been my life, and ive been loving it. Works good, im friends with everyone there, and my boss is pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt; im moving in August too, into a house with Heather and her sister MIssie. Its been real stressful couple of days, trying to get everythign in order, but I think its good now.  Anyways, thats pretty much all I have to update. Im looking forward to school again in September, when i get to see everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH the GREAT news about me moving, is that i shall be moving into a HOUSE near the school. Meaning we dont have to worry abotu where to have the parties anymore!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-6889583159146798851?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6889583159146798851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=6889583159146798851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/6889583159146798851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/6889583159146798851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/07/times-they-are-changin.html' title='Times, they are a-changin'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-275076616091920681</id><published>2007-05-30T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:12:33.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Somethings not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go out to work, I have a good day, I do fun things, and im happy. I come home, and im unhappy. I sit at the computer andI listento my favorite music, and I talk to people, or I watch tv, or I pet my cat, but somethings missing and I dont know what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems im always waiting for something. Always waiting, and always counting how much time has past since things I waited for happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one year since I moved out on my own, 3 months til school comes again, one year and one month since I met Mike, an indefinite time until he comes back, one month since Coachella, 11 til its Coachella again, two years since ive graduated, 12 months til Europe, 6 years since Ive lived in Nanaimo, 1 year 3 months til I dont anymore, 2 Months til I see Rufus Wainwright again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the past, and I live in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-275076616091920681?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/275076616091920681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=275076616091920681' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/275076616091920681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/275076616091920681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/05/something-not-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-7460494997641222751</id><published>2007-05-25T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T13:50:17.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well, fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-7460494997641222751?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7460494997641222751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=7460494997641222751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7460494997641222751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7460494997641222751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-7307574601891138823</id><published>2007-05-20T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T19:14:18.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an Analogy for Your Thoughts</title><content type='html'>This whole Europe thing? Is probably a stupid idea. Financially speaking, i mean. Even IF manage to make all the money I need by next May without spending it, IF I can keep worknig at the pace I am, IF I dont spend it all like I frequently do.. what am I going to do when I come back? If I decide not to go back to school right away I need to start paying back all my student loans in November. If I do manage to get into some school in another city, how will I afford ti live there? Who goes to Europe willy nilly whe nthey are as in debt I am? Its craziness, I know it is.&lt;br /&gt;That being said, the other night I went to Bowen park with my friend Ryan. We went up to the little stream, and Ryan got the bright idea that he wanted to climb the rocks on the other side. But the other side was too far away to get to without wading through the icky cold water. SO he got a rock, and put it in the water to use as a stepping stone. The other side was still fairly far away, but he managed to leap across and make it.  Then he said, Brianna, come on! I refused! I was scared to do it. What if I didnt make it? So I stood on the bank and watched him climb around. Then he disappeared for a second, and i could hear him shout, theres a hidden cover back here! Wel,l I wanted to see that cove, but i told myself I just wouldnt be able to. So I decided then, screw it, I was going to go over to the other rocks. So I got up, leapt, and made it no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of the story? You shouldnt not do something you want to do, just because there are a few risks involved. You will regret it so much later, im sure. So thats why, despite fiscal irresponsibility, I AM going to Europe. And I will just have to figure out the money situation when I get back. And thats all there is to THAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I Learned This Weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only thing stopping me from doing what I want to do is myself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont need food or sleep to live, just have a goal in mind. If im working towards something, I can work until im blue in the face, and I will keep going til I get it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love the smell of Cigarettes and cologne&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I always need to play the hero. Anytime something goes wrong, im always the person to step in and fix it. But instead of just being a good person, i play the martyr, acting like I sacrificed so much to help others. I dont think I like that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nobody ever calls me. Im always the one to call and make plans. I dont like that either.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is a huge wisdom gap between people my age and just a few years younger&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-7307574601891138823?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7307574601891138823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=7307574601891138823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7307574601891138823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7307574601891138823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/05/analogy-for-your-thoughts.html' title='an Analogy for Your Thoughts'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-1610115901613230262</id><published>2007-05-15T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T19:24:45.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So it Goes</title><content type='html'>So I started my new job last week. FOr all of you that dont know, Coyotes wasnt giving me NEARLY enough hours to live off of, so I was forced to get a second job. As luck would have it, the first place i looked needed someone badly and practically hired me on the spot. This place happens to be Mermaids Mug. SOunds cool, hey? Unfortunately, the bosses of Coyotes were none too pleased that I went out and got another job at a cafe. So I dont know whats going to come of that..&lt;br /&gt;As it is now, im working anywhere from 45 to 60 hours a week. That may sound crazy, but thats because I decided exactly what I want to do next year. After school is done, im going to go to Europe. im going to save up all this summer, and all year im going to live as frugally as possible. Then next summer im going to work like crazy again, and then in September im going to go to Europe. I dont know where, i dont know for how long, im just going to go. And when my money runs out, and I still want to be there, i'll get a work visa and stay longer. Thats really what I want to do, so im just going to do it! So heres hoping it works out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing else is new. I work too much to really do anything else of interest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-1610115901613230262?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/1610115901613230262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=1610115901613230262' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/1610115901613230262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/1610115901613230262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-so-it-goes.html' title='And So it Goes'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-2746818187387646816</id><published>2007-05-05T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T19:07:41.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coachella 2007</title><content type='html'>OKay, so that was literally the best week of my entire life, hands down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to go through it all.. it would take pages and pages and pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, I made soo many good friends: Erik, Chris, Miles, Graeme, Josh, Jimbo, Jim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw so many amazing bands: The Fratellis, Rufus Wainwright, the New Pornographers, Arcade Fire, Damien Rice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had such a wonderful time: Tanning, sitting around camp canada singing songs and playing guitar, chatting at Denny's, sitting in the Mist tent, partying with strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, nothing could possibly ever compare. I ALREADY miss it. I missed it the second I got home. Im practically counting down the days til next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-2746818187387646816?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2746818187387646816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=2746818187387646816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/2746818187387646816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/2746818187387646816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/05/coachella-2007.html' title='Coachella 2007'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-4494604341983574007</id><published>2007-04-20T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T17:41:16.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>200 posts</title><content type='html'>yesterday I woke up, got in the shower, and started shampooing my hair, but it wouldnt rather. For a brief couple of seconds I actually thought all of my hair had fallen out while I was sleeping. Turns out, I just grabbed tge conditioner instead of the shampoo by accident. SOmetimes, im a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, the rest of yesterday was great. I woke up around noonish, made myself a scary little budget, got ready for the world, and then walked downtown to run some bank errands. I had to get 300 bucks out to convert to American, and cash in my bazillion rolls of coins. Do you think 260 American isnt going to be enough? I need it for food for about 8 days, and i have to split a taxi with two other people twice.. and I kinda want a shirt or two. Oh well, maybe I dont eat. Its all I can afford, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;After the bank I called Alleah up for the ice cream date we were not able to go on the day before! But, cause of the lame bus system, I would have to chill downtown for an hour. And seeing as I had no money, shopping was out of the question! So instead I went to Demeters to see if Tristan was working, to say hi, as I hadnt in quite some time. ( like a month maybe? )  So I went in, and sure enough he was working. AND because his job is so slack we got to have coffee and chat for like, 45 minutes. It was great to catch up! Im going to try and get together with him more often, because I always do have ar eally nice time. Its just hard to keep up with your friends when you cant see them all in a big group, know what I mean? Like, when you hang out with the theatres,  you can see soo many at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that I met up with Alleah, and we got us some ice cream, and we gossiped and chatted, times were good.  Soon after I had to rush back home though, to get ready for our big fancy dinner party, in celebration of tasias birthday! It was an amazingly delicious dinner too,  with many thanks to Lisa and Spencer, and Tasia for making teh drinks! I think everyone had a pretty decent time, talking and eating, and taking classy pictures.  I got home a little later than I would have liked, but thats okay, cause I wasnt too tired when I got up to work today.&lt;br /&gt;work was long, and tiring. It was my first 8 and a half hour shift in some time now, so I just wasnt used to it. And I have to do it all over again tomorrow. And then Sunday. Gross.  And tonight I get to study and do laundry! Ahh, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California in 4 days!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-4494604341983574007?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4494604341983574007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=4494604341983574007' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/4494604341983574007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/4494604341983574007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/04/200-posts.html' title='200 posts'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-3947062916735064122</id><published>2007-04-09T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:30:42.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" Im addicted, and im ready to kill for it!"</title><content type='html'>Thats just a line from a Hawksley Workman song, im not actually some psycho addict of anything, so no need to worry :P I am obsessed with Hawsley Workman though, So if you call me but im just comatose in my apartment listening to his CD's, its time for an intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is new with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets see.. Had a rad time in Vancouver with Tasia and Co. Went to a club, had random Vancouver ish adventures, all in all, good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt get into CCPA, which I guess is too bad, but really, I wasnt expecting it. I KNOW my audition was crap.  But I did get voted president of Satyr Players next year, and i am tres excited for that, because I know all us first years have a LOT of great ideas to make next year the best ever! Im also the luckiest pres ever, because of the third year, I have Lisa to help me along if I get stuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, not much has been up. working a lot, getting school stuff otu of the way, going to the gym a lot.. oh, recently I checked out all the people I used to know from Morinville and St Albert, in Alberta. Its been really weird. I havent seen these people in 8 years.. but ive talked to some of them now, and were kinda catching up. Its always strange to take a trip down memory lane. Living in Alberta seems like a really distant dream. I mean, I grew up there.. but everything good and wonderful and profound that ever happened to me was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California in 13 days!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-3947062916735064122?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/3947062916735064122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=3947062916735064122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/3947062916735064122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/3947062916735064122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-addicted-and-im-ready-to-kill-for-it.html' title='&quot; Im addicted, and im ready to kill for it!&quot;'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-6650939079418691390</id><published>2007-03-20T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T18:49:17.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>March at a Glance</title><content type='html'>Its the little things that make you happy.  Drinking a cup of tea and watching a movie. Discovering an amazing new band. Spending time with an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we spend so much energy trying so hard to find what will make/keep us happy, when really, its the simple things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February was all abotu bettering myself. You know, learning new things, trying to gain skills, knowledge, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March seems to have been more about stopping thinking about what I need, or want, or should be able to do, and more about what I already have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a good couple of weeks.  I saw Barbara again for the first time in months! we had a good couple hour chat, and I really hope we can do that again soon.  I spent a good chunk of time with the libratorbs, and thats good. I saw Daves new apartment! I drank an appalling amount of Absinthe.  I met my eldest sisters new boyfriend. I went to see Power! I had alcohol in front of my mother.  I worked a lot, but not as much as usual.  I sang at the Upper Island Music Festival.  I was written on at a party :P. I smoked a lot of weed.  ate way too many Snacks. I went to the Malaspina gym. I celebrated St Patties day. I hung out with Tristan again. I had some guys over to play many many video games. I spent an absurd amount of time playing the Urbz. I got horrendously angry at someone I have no chance of ever defeating.  I actually took the time to do some homework.  I got realyl excited about Coachella. I spent too much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its not over yet!  This weekend brings about another Vancouver trip, which is always a grand adventure.  And i am expecting a very reject-y email from CCPA any day now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-6650939079418691390?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6650939079418691390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=6650939079418691390' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/6650939079418691390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/6650939079418691390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/03/march-at-glance.html' title='March at a Glance'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-6889978945405504956</id><published>2007-03-13T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T21:58:11.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you read this.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so what should I start with? "  You really let us all down" ? or maybe, " who the fuck do you think you are"  ? I think either one works. First of all, yeah, you DID let us down. Or did you forget that choir is an ensemble, not just your fucking solo.  You say you already knew your part, and fine, maybe thats true. But thats not the point.  Youre supposed to work TOGETHER.  it was our LAST PRACTICE! now the tenors dont know if they arent singing loud enough, or if its just that were missing one.  DO you honestly think youre good enough to not show up? Cause newsflash, you arent. We have two new guys now, and we DONT NEED YOU. Maybe you think you can just choose to not show up, because we will always beg you to come back. Well I wouldnt bet on it.  Mrs Sinclair is pissed. Everyones pissed. and I hope you know I didnt defend you. Not one bit. Because I know yuo went to hang out with Stef, or play D&amp;D, or somethign else you do all the fucking time.   Do you remember last October when I decided I wasnt going to choir that one night a bunch of us went to the mall? You  reamed me out, you said I was irresponsible, and couldnt keep my commitments,  and that you were disappointed in me.  How DARE you! Honestly,  grow the fuck up.  Dont act so high and mighty when you do the exact same thing.  Maybe you dont care abotu choir because you know your PARENTS are still paying for it. Whatever the case is, i am PISSED OFF. You have done a lot of stupid things Geoff. You have been a mighty jerk. You have made all your other friends mad at you, but you know, this is the first time ive been truly angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Sharon doesnt let you back in. You dont deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-6889978945405504956?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6889978945405504956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=6889978945405504956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/6889978945405504956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/6889978945405504956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-hope-you-read-this.html' title='I hope you read this.'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-4222264412412247300</id><published>2007-03-05T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:10:10.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine and Rainbows!</title><content type='html'>I am in SUCH a good mood! Today was fabulous. For no reason at all. I missed thigns so much. I took a couple weeks to hide in a hole, and do things by myself, and I liked that.. But you really dont appreciate something til its gone. I appreciate all of you, SO MUCH. And in recognition of that, I will say a Little Something about most of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barbara&lt;/strong&gt;: I totally miss you. Seeing you the other day was great. I think I trust you more with things than anyone else I know! What youre going through now.. I cant even imagine. I cant believe you are handling it so well, and with that, you amaze me to no end. You will beat this, I know that to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Megan R&lt;/strong&gt;: I dont think I ever laugh as much as I do when I hang otu with you, not even joking.  Sometimes, you see someone, and you KNOW you could be great friends, and thats you. You are just one of those people who will always make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill:&lt;/strong&gt; Youre so your own person. I totally love that. Other people may do what people want them to do, or what they think they should do to be cool. From what Ive seen so far, you dont do that. You do what tyou want cause its you. And everyone loves you anyways.  And I think thats going to follow you wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tasia:&lt;/strong&gt; Of all the people ive met this year from school, you are the one im closest too. I think youre so funny, in a sarcastic sort of way, and even when we arent really doing much ( like in the car listening to music) i strill have so much fun with you. Youve been through some crappy stuff this year.. but you deal with it, in your own little Tasia way. Screw guys, because I think youre incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa M:&lt;/strong&gt; You are so great!Always looking at life from funny little angles.. You have so much passion in you, and a whole list of things that I KNOW youre going to accomplish, one way or another.  Youre going to do everything you say youre going to do. Thats what makes you such an awesome friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maddy:&lt;/strong&gt; Little bouncy maddy, always full of spirit. Thats what I love about you best, I think. This ball of energy thats always smiling. Except when yuore talking about people yuo hate, of course. I know you didnt have many friends in highschool, and I cant at ALL see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nikki:&lt;/strong&gt; oh Nikki, always so cool you are. You have got so much going for you, its ridiculous. Such an amazing dancer, so much ambition, and everything. You are another person who is going to DO what they want to do, no matter what anyone says. You WILL get into CCPA, one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gregoire:&lt;/strong&gt; What can I even say about myself :P? Such a great guy. The funniest one i may have ever met. And so sweet too. I think you would do anything for the people you love, and they would do the same. Thats something special,  and will probably follow you wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kylan:&lt;/strong&gt;  for all that you can be too gruff, you can be sucha good guy too. You really are the big brother type. Protective, and loyal til the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Geoff:&lt;/strong&gt; Weve been through a fair amount together, over the years. You can be sucha good guy, and when you love someone, you really love them, and wouldnt do anything to hurt them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Martha:&lt;/strong&gt; In all the years ive known you, I dont think ive ever heard you say a bad thing about anyone. Thats amazing.  Its like you see the world through rose colored glasses. I love that, and I hope you are never jaded, because thats a rare quality to find in someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stephen:&lt;/strong&gt; We dont see each other much anymore, or talk much anymore, but I think we are still best friends. I love that you always trusted me with things you would tell other people, and I hope you know I trust you the same. You are one of the most incredible people ive ever met. So talented, so smart, and so easily adaptable and friendly in any situation. More than anyone else, you will go far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura:&lt;/strong&gt; we have been best friends for a long while, you and I. You know things abotu me I have never told anyone else. In fact, you are probably the only one who can even tell what im thinking most of the time. You are so intelligent, its scary. and im not talking book smart. You know things that everyone else doesnt. And you are so amazingly laid back, never getting into fights,and mediating other peoples.  Im so glad weve stayed friends, even though we are so different sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alleah:&lt;/strong&gt; weve grown apart, and we both know it. But that can always be remedied. You, my little friend, will DO things. and I know that.  And I cant ever believe how you deal with the things you do. Lesser people would have given up long ago, but you stayed strong, and you got stronger because of it. Now what? Nothing stands in your way, the road is clear. SO go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mel:&lt;/strong&gt; You are always there for other people, and that is so wonderful. I know its hard. I know sometimes no one ever appreciates it, and no one ever thanks you. But I appreciate you, and all the little things you do that go unnoticed. You my dear, are a fabulous person. You are talented,and outgoing, and friendly, and everything. You may be lost now, but I know youre going to find the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lisa V&lt;/strong&gt;: I know we arent that good of friends. But I still think you are pretty damn awesome. Yo u try so hard to please people, and you do so much for everyone. I think you are one of those people that really care.  You are one of the most pleasant people to be around because of that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kaitlyn:&lt;/strong&gt; Wow, the ultimate mediator. Kaitlyn you never have anything bad to say about people, and people never have anything bad to say about you. You are so go with the flow, btu will stand up for yourself if you need to, as well. Thats a balance that everyone tries to find, but most people cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amber:&lt;/strong&gt; Amber, sometimes I dont know how you deal with things, because it seems like you FEEL so much more than we all do. When you are sad, gloom clouds are everywhere.. but on the same note, when you are happy and smiles, you make EVERYONE happy and smiles. You believe in the good things, and good people. That will get you far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nathan:&lt;/strong&gt; Is super! You are so mcuh fun, and always a treat to have around, because you make it a party wherever you are.  You are never ever going to have any sort of problem making friends because EVERYONE LOVES YOU. In a word, you are fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spencer&lt;/strong&gt;: Yeah, you make fun of everyone, but everyone can tell you dont mean it. You are such a nice guy. All hugs and love and everything! And you are so ridiculously smart you make the rest of us look bad :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-4222264412412247300?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4222264412412247300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=4222264412412247300' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/4222264412412247300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/4222264412412247300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunshine-and-rainbows.html' title='Sunshine and Rainbows!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-2545874074746944222</id><published>2007-02-27T22:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T22:32:31.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So im sitting here, in Powell River, chilling at my dads house. Its not even 10:30 and both my dad and stepmom have retired to bed. So i go upstairs into the little suite of rooms I get to stay in whenever I come to visit, and come to the ancient computer, only to discover that msn doesnt work.  My only link to the outside world!! But wait, it was totally my idea to come here. You know, my version of getting away from it all.. Although, come to think of it, this past week i HAVE been getting away from it all.  I havent seen the theatres ( barring the ones that come home with Jill) hardly at all. I have no idea what is happening with everyone, and i didnt go to Alexs party. What the deuce is up?  I guess beforehand I was feeling a little bit left out. People would come over and I kinda felt like I didnt belong.  I dont even know why. And for some reason my solution was to shut it all out? That doesnt make any sense, and is very unlike me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized to day, that I would be a very very different person if I had lived with my dad after my parents split up.  We were standing in a fossil shop, and my parents were talking to the shopkeep about trilobites and Ammonites that had been filled with Pyrite, and I automatically said to myself, "thats fools gold". And it was then and there that I had my epiphany. I had loads and piles of information like that, that I hadnt accessed in years. 8 years ago I could have told you anything you wanted to know about fossils, rocks, animals, history, geography, and everything else nerdy. I liked to read books all the time. I knew useless movie trivia.  I would rather stay home and sketch a bobcat than go have fun with friends. I hardly talked. And I certainly would never ever sing in front of anyone.&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with my mom? Well, you know me. I like to drink, I like to party, I like to fight, I like to sing, i like to make friends.&lt;br /&gt;But today, I sat in the car and read an entire book on the way here. me and my dad talked about World War 2. Me and Vanessa ( my stepmom) talked about sea creatures. We watched a really old movie on tv. Tomorrow were going to make necklaces.. maybe hit up an antique store or 2.  It would be so easy to fall in to this life.&lt;br /&gt;ANd then Vanessa said somethign, after dinner: She said to my dog Panzer, "what are you whining about? we never go anywhere, except today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that that was the truth. They never go anywhere. They read books about gemstones, and watch popeye cartoons, and collect everything under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them. But I shouldnt be them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-2545874074746944222?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/2545874074746944222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=2545874074746944222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/2545874074746944222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/2545874074746944222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/02/so-im-sitting-here-in-powell-river.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-4812800410737158781</id><published>2007-02-15T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-15T00:23:38.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its past Midnight on Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you go out with someone else tonight? Is that why you didnt call?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-4812800410737158781?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/4812800410737158781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=4812800410737158781' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/4812800410737158781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/4812800410737158781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-past-midnight-on-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-7679811487815947519</id><published>2007-02-04T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T22:54:37.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Trees Are Bare and Everywhere the Streets Are Full of Strangers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SO my weekend in Vancouver was pretty good. Friday night at CITT is completely covererd in Lisa V's blog, so I dont think im going to detail it here.. Basically the highlight was team frankenpolt winning second prize in the competition for COOLEST CONTRAPTION. Go Mal, we rock. I ended up winning this super fancy screwdriver, and randomly won a first aid course in a draw. However, I can only take in Vancouver, so hopefully I can do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After CITT, we hopped onto the skytrain, where we were highly entertained by this drunk guy and his friend, who gave us all high fives, offered Ace three shots of 151, and then kissed Maddy on the way out. After that we found our way to YWCA, where me, Tasia, Devin, and Nikki dropped off our stuff and then headed out for a night on the town! whoop! We actually split up at this point, cause me and Tasia went to meet up with Stephen and his friends at the Buffalo Club, and Nikki and Devin wanted to go to Celebrities. However, we decided to meet up later at Oddysey. So, once at the Buffalo club, we got a few good drinks in us, and danced away to a ROCKIN BAND that played really cool tunes like Do You Want To by Franz Ferdinand, Say It Aint So by Weezer, and many other songs that arent just stupid dance/ hip hop stuff. At first I didnt think they would be any y good, because the lead singer was this like, 35 year old woman in a business suit, but they were so awesome! We ended up leaving around midnight though to go to the Odyssey, this VERY gay club own the road. We never did end up meeting with Nikki and Devin, cause they got way too drunk and stayed at Celebs, but that didnt stop us from having a rad time!! We danced our little butts off. Later in the evening I gave Tasia two options: drink, or dance. SHe picked drink every time!! so we kept going back up to the bar to get shots. needless to say, we were very out of our minds by the end. I danced with a transvestite! it was so funny, cause he.. she... It.. kept saying stuff but it was so loud I had no idea what she was saying. And I saw male strippers!! i had never seen strippers before, so I giggled. It was so much fun. Around 2:30 we staggered back to the Y, where a very grumpy Lisa and Spencer brought down our stuff.. We collapsed ( literally!) into bed at UBC at 3:30 in the morning. What A day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and SUnday were way more low key, I spent some time with Stephen and Ryan, Tasia, and her friend Shawna, and thats about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This past week was all about getting ready for CCPA after Nikki convinced me on MOnday to audition. And by convinced me  I mean she said, hey Brianna come audition, and I said, okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This turned out to be a mistake, as  I spent the entire week PANICKING and trying to learn a song, find the sheet music, get a headshot, make an actors resume, memorize two monolgues, and get my transcript... it was hectic. But, I actually managed to do it all.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Friday after work NIkki, her nana, Azusa, and me all drove down to Victoria, and I went to stay at Megans house. WE went to Noodlebox with Kevin and Martha, and we had a really awesome time reminiscing, and talking and whatnot. I always laugh soo hard when I hang out with them, its fabulous! We went to see Mel for a bit too, but she was drunk and high, so that wasnt so fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Saturday dawned bright and clear after all that rain, and me and Megan got all ready to go to the auditions ( she was just there for moral support). We got there by 9... and werent out until 5 o clock. :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I guess they went okay.. I cant dance so that was a write off... and then I had to sit and stew in my own fear for 4 hours to wait for my singing and acting audition. It really didnt go very well in my opinion. My song was okay, at best. ANd my monologues? WEll.. i forgot some of the words in the first one, and then the second one they stopped me and told me to start again, but slower and lower pitched. Any hopes I had to wow them in my interview with my wit and charm were dashed too with the state of my nerves.  ALl in all, I would say it was a pretty terrible experience.. and my chances of getting in are slim to none.. but I guess it'll just make me all the better for next year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The rest of my weekend was fun though! WEnt to dinner with my sister Tiffany, and one of her friends, then went to his house to play some DDR. Then went backt o Megans to watch movies with her, Kevin, and Martha.  Got to sleep in Sunday morning.. then came home with Nikki and CO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ten Things:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1) I hope we do end up living together one day, because I think the two of us really get each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2) Grow up, Join us in the real world, and THEN give me call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3) Why are you such a jerk to me? SOmetimes I think were friends, and then im not sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4) One of these days you are going to seriously realize you are losing all your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5) I miss you :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;6) I think you feel like you keep having to prove yourself, but to who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;7) It drives me nuts that as soon as you got a girlfriend we stopped hanging out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;8) You are driving me crazy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;9) You arent as good as you think you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;10) Im really glad we became friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-7679811487815947519?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/7679811487815947519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=7679811487815947519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7679811487815947519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/7679811487815947519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/02/trees-are-bare-and-everywhere-streets.html' title='The Trees Are Bare and Everywhere the Streets Are Full of Strangers'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-6629020881890939910</id><published>2007-01-29T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:00:46.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know whatI realized today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares. Honestly. Nobody cares about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, scratch that. People care about one thing. Themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter if someone asks you to do something, be somewhere... it doesnt matter if you could help someone out, it doesnt matter if for one goddamned second you consider someone else before yourself.  Im so tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired because every day I am caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone asks me to be somewhere to support them, im there. If I tell someone I will be there, nothing is going to stop me. If anyone needs help, if anyone needs to borrow something, i give it to them. If someone is hungry, I feed them. If someone asks me a favour, I will do it. It doesnt matter if every hour in my day is full I will do anything to help someone if they ask for it.&lt;br /&gt; Its not like im saying im perfect. Everyone slips up now and then. Everyone is selfish now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe im crazy. Maybe in this world, we have to look out for ourselves, because we know no one else is going to.  Whatever. Im sick of giving in a world that refuses to give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( and no, im not targeting this at anyone, friends of mine who read this: Dont think im blaming you guys, or anything. I love you all, truly.  Just sometimes, you have to rant. )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-6629020881890939910?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/6629020881890939910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=6629020881890939910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/6629020881890939910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/6629020881890939910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-know-whati-realized-today-nobody.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116892981238250749</id><published>2007-01-15T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:43:32.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Looks Perfect From Far Away</title><content type='html'>I had a weird dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in this big old house, staying with relatives of mine ( this house doesnt actually exist, it just did in my dream), and for some reason I went down to the basement. This basement seemed normal, and was absolutely covered in stuff. But as you went in, you realized that it actually didnt end, and you could keep going around corners to find new spaces full of new thingsThere were bookshelves stuffed full of books and things that were arranged to form tunnels, and piles of newspapers, and gadgets, and stuffed animals, and mirrors, and furniture, and all kind of weird objects like globes and board games.. almost everything you could think of.  So I went exploring deeper and deeper into this strange basement, and sooner or later I realized that there was someone - or something - in the basement with me. I also had taken so many twists and turns that I couldnt figure out how to get back, so I just kept going in random directions to get away from whatever was following me ( it was one of those things were it doesnt ever show, but you KNOW whats following you isnt exactly benign). The basement kept going on forever, but finally, i found a door. I figured this must be a door to the outside, so I went through it, turned around, and locked it behind me. Then i looked around and realized i was in a hallway full of doors.  Not wanting to go back through the door I just came in through, i opened the first door on the left, and went in.  I found myself in a nursery room, where all of the toys and cradle were ten times bigger than me. I looked up, and there was a big glass window, and through it three scientists were peering in, and scribbling things down in  notebooks. I quickly exited that room, and went to the door directly opposite of it.  Inside was a pink grassy field with a green sky.&lt;br /&gt;It turned otu that all these doors were entrances to these weird bizzaro worlds.  The last one I went to before I woke up was this world full of seemingly normal people, but they all had a freakish obsession with umbrellas. Like, everyone had umbrellas on them at all times, and wallpaper always had umbrellas on them, and there were as many umbrella stores as Vancouver had starbucks.. and they had these umbrella ceremonies and dances. The people were very hostile towards me until i bought myself an umbrella...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, thats all I remember, but it was a very odd dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to the sound of Silent Night playing on a piano.  I listned to it for a few seconds, and then what sounded like a little boy singing along. I wondered why Jill would be listening to some weird recording of Silent night.. until I remembered that Jill has a morning class, and wasnt home.  It is at this moment I should point out that not in the 8 months of living here have I ever once heard my neighbours below or beside me. No tv, no music, no talking, no walking, no nothing.  So if it was them playing and singing, they would have to be doing it rpetty loudly. And it wasnt muffled either, like sounds coming through walls. I could hear every word.  So I started walking around my apartment, checking every thing that makes noise. Nothing. Then the song changed, to Colors of the Wind. I put my ear to the wall with neighbours on the other side, it wasnt coming from there. I put my ear to the floor. It wasnt coming from there. I walked out the front and back doors. I couldnt hear it at all outside. No matter which room I walked into, the volume was the same.  And then, as abruptly as it started, it stopped.&lt;br /&gt;I honestly couldnt find any explanation for this whatsoever. I was tempted to ask my neighbours if they were playing anythign.. but I was too afraid that the answer would be no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEnt to school today, for acting. Spent a slightly boring, but interesting class discussing characters from Problem Child by George Walker and their motivations.  Ross gave us the script to Tough! Me, jill, and SPencer are going to put it on as lunchtime theatre hopefully in April. If we can, i'd like to do one evening show too, so that more people can go. Plus, its a little long for lunchtime. Im really excited to do it though, cause its funny, and dramatic. Lisa M is going to direct, Tasia is going to do props and set, but we still need an SM, and I need to ask Kylan and Jordan if they'll do light and sound for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Karate is amazing. I'm having so much fun!! and Im so happy that Lisa is in it with me. Its a lot of hard exercise, but i know its going to be so worth it in the end. Plus I just love fighting, and apparently im rather good at it too!! PLus, were learning a lot of really useful things just in case someone attacks you.  Weve only had two classes so far, so maybe its too early to judge.. but right now im really really excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, also, an announcement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mermaid Mugs, discovered by Miss Lisa Mennell and Jill Marsh, is the coolest place ever.&lt;br /&gt;Its this cafe on Wesley, across from Delicados. We went today after school with Tasia, and hasd the MOST delicious paninis, and glorious coffee! The whole place is decked out in sea themed stuff, like nets, and buoys, and mermaids, and all kinds of stuff. Its quite tacky, but in a good way.   And Heres the best Part; Mondays and fridays are Karaoke nights, Wednesdays are poetry slam, acoustic jam sessions, and SUndays are random movie nights with free popcorn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friday and SUnday we are SO planning on going, so come with us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116892981238250749?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116892981238250749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116892981238250749' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116892981238250749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116892981238250749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/01/everything-looks-perfect-from-far-away.html' title='Everything Looks Perfect From Far Away'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116823758796630769</id><published>2007-01-07T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T22:26:27.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Had We But World Enough and Time</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading the Time Travellers Wife for the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever finish reading a really amazing book, or watch an extremely powerful movie, or listen to a beautiful song, and then dont know what to do with yourself because nothign could possibly ever be as amazing, or powerful, or beautiful as what you were just doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a wonderful,  and yet, despairing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, life has been mostly good. The rest of my break has been spent forgetting christmas, working hard, and excessively drinking and smoking pot. Good for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week ive been trying extremely hard to stay home and do nothing. Not because i WANT to spend less time with my friends, but because I know if I dont, I will burn out.  However, even in trying, i didnt succeed. Every day I made no plans, plans would find me.  Im not really complaining, Ive been having fun times, as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years was suprisingly good. I spent the evening with one of my other groups of friends, although I really wanted to do was come home and sleep.  But im glad I didnt, because I had a really good time! I was with my more normal friends, who dont exactly like to dance and party like we do... but,  we put on much more, which was playing top 50 guilty pleasures, and we sang and danced a little, and drunk like sailors, and  we rang in the new years just like everyone should!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion of this mostly vague and boring post, is some New years Resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Learn karate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) take dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) slow down a bit and clear the calendar; take some time for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)  Start saying no every once in a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) dont worry so much if things dont go according to plan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116823758796630769?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116823758796630769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116823758796630769' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116823758796630769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116823758796630769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/01/had-we-but-world-enough-and-time.html' title='Had We But World Enough and Time'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116780892017542570</id><published>2007-01-02T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:22:00.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dont you hate it when someone else's decision affects your life in a big way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116780892017542570?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116780892017542570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116780892017542570' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116780892017542570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116780892017542570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-you-hate-it-when-someone-elses.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116614650368454869</id><published>2006-12-14T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T21:38:59.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Highs and Lows</title><content type='html'>1) My Vancouver/ Seattle trip? Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Worst christmas ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116614650368454869?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116614650368454869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116614650368454869' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116614650368454869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116614650368454869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/12/highs-and-lows.html' title='the Highs and Lows'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116582068627992408</id><published>2006-12-10T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T00:07:24.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Concerts and Madlibs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well ive had an interesting couple of days since I last posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday my dad came to town. I had been looking forward to that, until he made it all complicated, and completely disappointed me. Let me explain; usually sometime in the summer I go to Powell River to stay with my dad and stepmom for a few days, but this summer I couldnt really, because I needed all the shifts I could snag at coyotes. Also, everytime my dad has come to Nanaimo he only stays for a couple hours, because of the lame ferry system to Powell River. SO, this past August I asked my dad if he would like to come here, and stay overnight at my place. He seemed genuinely surprised and pleased at this offer, and we agreed on a weekend good for both of us. As days went by, and it got nearer to when he was supposed to be here, I got worried that he hadnt called, so I called him, and he was like, oh, weve already taken the ferry a bunch of times this month, so we arent going to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was really lame, but he said he would come in November or something. Allright, thats cool. Well November came, and I was really ridiculously busy, working 30 hours a week, going to school, making props, being at the show every night, going to all the parties, and trying to keep up with my different groups of friends.. it was madness. So I said, why dont you come on December 6th instead, that way you can see my choir concert! ( he was never heard me sing) so he said, is that a weekend? but no, tis a wednesday. So he said, Great. because weekends really arent good for us. Again the day he was supposed to visit draws near, and I get antsy cause I havent heard from him, so I call to confirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, oh. yeah. Fridays arent good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUDE its a WEDNESDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, wtf dad?? SO anwyays, he says he'll come, but only til like 6. Which means he would be missing my concert. He will be missing his daughter sing on stage, yet again. And its not like there havent been plenty of opportunities! BUt okay, hes still coming, i can still show him what my life is like. December 6th arrives, and with it, so do my father and stepmother, around 11:30. I didnt really have the day " planned out" but I had a few things I wanted to do with them, like show them where I work, walk around the harbour, show them the school, maybe do some shopping, I dont know. Maybe I just really wanted to do everyday stuff, to make it seem like I actually had some sort of real relationship with my dad.. anyways, so they show up, and tell me that theyre only staying til 1:00. 2 and a half hours. After I havent seen my dad for nearly a year. All we had time for was a quick present exchange, and a coffee at Coyotes, then they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know what? Im giving up. Im not going to try anymore. All it brings me is disappointment. If he wants to talk to me, he can call, if he wants to see me, he can come here. But thats it. im not going to waste my time, energy, and emotion on someone who so clearly does not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN other news, the concert was spectacular! it was my new choirs first performance, btu we rocked anyways! We were the smallest choir there, but made up for it with total awesmity. WE got lots of applause and compliments after the show! Other than that, the concert was just fun anyways. The whole audince stands up in between choirs to sing christmas carols together. Its soo nice, and one of my absolute favorite nights of the whole year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I worked in the morning, and then Jill, NIkki, and Lisa came over to get some hardcore studying done for our Theatre History exam. After about an hour of goofing off and looking at pictures, we finally managed to get our notes otu and look at them. ALl in all, it took us about 45 minutes to get through the entire semesters worth of information. How sad is that? Oh well, at least i didnt have to worry about it anymore. So by then it was around 5, and Nikki had to go home, but Lisa and Jill decided they would hang out with me that night and watch Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Also, Tasia was going to come over to watch it with us too. Well... after a little while we got bored, and didnt want to watch the movie right away, so we decided to go to the mall ( this was a good idea, cause I reaaaally needed to get some flea collars for my cats) . So we went, i bought some shirts, we ate some subway, we took amusing pictures of ourselves, and eventually found ourselves in Chapters, where we wanted to buy some madlibs. Then, we ran into Nathan, who apparently works there. He said he was hanging out with Martha after work, and we said we were doing madlibs and watching POTC2. So we decided to combine these two events, and have Nathan and Martha over. And of course, this meant that we needed some brownies as well! So we decided to wait in Starbucks for Nathan to get off work, and amuse ourselves with Mad libs ( which we did) Then both Kylan and Gregoire called, saying, what are you guys doing tonight? So they decided they would come over as well. Then I called up tristan and was like, what are you doing tonight? So he came over too! So we had a huge fun filled evening with brownies, movies, madlibs, and What If? questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had the WHOLE DAY OFF which would have been super awesome if I didnt have to write an exam.. Although that went by not too badly. I know if I really tried I could have done better, but I just didnt care.&lt;br /&gt;Then I had nothing to do until that night, when I went to the movies with Jen, Dave, Rob, and Ali. We went to see Apocalypto, which I guess was good... I dont know, it was hard to tell because i covered my eyes for like, half the show. Seriously, it was so gory. Needlessly so, even. and by the time the movie was over it was past midnight, so I just went home and SLEPT IN, it was so wondrous. I woke up on Saturday to my phone ringing ( at noon). It was Nadia, calling me to ask if I could come in any earlier than 4:30. And of course, being as nice as I am, I said yeah, I could come in at 2. Work was fairly uneventful; had a fun time closing with Noel. Then at 8 Allen picked me up to take me to the Satyr christmas party!!!&lt;br /&gt;I had a pretty good time at the party, although a lot of people didnt show up, which was lame. It meant a lot of people didnt get their presents, and Eliza wasnt there to get hers from me! I got mine though! Spencer was my secret santa, and he got me a chinese takeout box filled with coffee beans and christamssy things!  I was tres pleased. WE also played charades, and I discovered I am the best at playing charades, ever.  Seriously. I could guess them before they even started acting. And me and Gregoire exercised our incredible mind meld powers! It was fabulous. I heart charades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I didnt stay at the party too long, because I was tired from work, and I knew I had to go to work the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sunday at work was SO LAME. I was kind of in a bad mood for no reason, and everyone could totally tell. Everyone kept asking me if I was okay, which drove me crazy! Tristan ( who I was closing with) probably thought I was insane, because I totally wasnt talking to him, which is very unsusual. I felt pretty bad later, because I must have been the crappiest person to close with. PLus I found out today at work that Nancy said I was being "sluggish"  and had to be told what to do, and so I sort of got into trouble. BY that I mean Nadia was like, hey Bri, dont do that, but still. I get so put out when I get chastised in any sort of way.  Other than that though, work today was good, It was only four hours, and it went by quickly, and i certainly wasnt SLUGGISH!  Graaaaar.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After work I raced home to try and clean up my place a bit before people came over for christmas crafts. That didnt work out too well. I got some mgus clean, and picked up a bit, but there are still tons of dishes in the sink, and my room is a disaster! And I didnt have time to clean up after crafts, so there is stuff everywhere.. and tomorrow JIll is supposed to be moving in. I feel bad, because she has to move into this messy house!  Oh well... I have some time on Wednesday after the exam, and before my coyotes christmas aprty, so I'll do a huge scrub-a-dub then.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So thats about it for the past few days, but I have many exciting days ahead this week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Also, my apartment is covered in paper chains and snowflakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116582068627992408?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116582068627992408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116582068627992408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116582068627992408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116582068627992408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-concerts-and-madlibs.html' title='Christmas Concerts and Madlibs'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116550642361064596</id><published>2006-12-07T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:47:03.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know whats hard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of someone when they wont let go of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I ever wanted him to, but that was the way it was going to be, so I had to be okay with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just not fair when they tell you they deleted all your songs off their playlists because it makes them so melancholy.  And its not fair when they still call you beautiful.  And its not fair when they still find things that remind them of the two of you, and show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116550642361064596?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116550642361064596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116550642361064596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116550642361064596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116550642361064596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-know-whats-hard-letting-go-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116543173660653096</id><published>2006-12-06T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T11:03:26.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Usual YouTube Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Free Hugs!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/l53QBX6TxyU" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend Stephen was part of this video, so of course I watched it, and Im glad I did. Its so cute, and heartwarming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116543173660653096?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116543173660653096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116543173660653096' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116543173660653096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116543173660653096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/12/not-your-usual-youtube-post.html' title='Not Your Usual YouTube Post...'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116516592013947091</id><published>2006-12-03T08:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T21:24:12.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Blog trend continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I like singing. I like dancing around in my house when no ones there. I like movie moments. I like songs you would want to put in your personal soundtrack. I like musicals. I like happy endings. I like winter. I like snow. I like mittens. I like scarves. I like christmas. I like mistletoe. I like sledding. I like baking cookies. I like buying presents. I like Birthday cards. I like parties. I like one on one conversations. I like telling stories in big groups. I like laughing so hard it hurts. I like making people laugh so hard it hurts. I like girl gossip. I like sleepovers. I like having people over. I like making dinner for people. I like cuddling. I like hugs. I like cozying up with a good book. I like books that make me cry. I like painting. I like my cats. I like to knit. I like hats. I like video games. I like karaoke. I like duets. I like cocktails. I like road trips. I like shopping. I like fireworks. I like swimming in lakes. I like picnics. I like waterfights. I like pool noodles. I like the color chartreuse. I like going out for coffee. I like working at Coyotes. I like being in the theatre. I like Rufus Wainwright. I like Muse. I like David Gray. I like snapdragons. I like meeting new people. I like making new friends. I like vintage things. I like looking at old pictures. I like the friends ive had for years. I like my new friends. I like playing the piano. I like knowing what people are saying without words. I like My Little Pony. I like stickers. I like bubblegum. I like tigers. I like my apartment. I like coloring. I like tea.I like Apple cider. I like sweaters. I like cinnamon. I like games nights. I like taking the ferry by myself. I like Vancouver. I like Gilmore Girls. I like sparkly things. I like figuring things out. I like history. I like the word Kismet. I like the idea of fate. I like coke. I like nice pens. I like making lists. I like long showers. I like bubble baths.I like lying on the grass and looking at stars. I like the fifties. I like remembering my dreams. I like wrestling with boys. I like it when they let me wein. I like daydreaming. I like listening to good songs 10 times in a row. I like matching socks. I like fishnets. I like my converse boots. I like being warm. I like irony. I like staying at my dads house. I like inside jokes. I like sleeping in. I like staying up late. I like being ultra close to the speakers when at a concert. I like getting text messages. I like driving at night. I like ghost stories. I like the Tilt a Whirl.  I like a boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116516592013947091?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116516592013947091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116516592013947091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116516592013947091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116516592013947091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/12/and-blog-trend-continues.html' title='And the Blog trend continues'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116512420846964628</id><published>2006-12-02T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:53:00.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggity Blog Blog</title><content type='html'>Yes, it has been a time since I gave any sort of worthy post. Totally not my fault. I got my computer back ( precious precious baby!) on Tuesday, which makes it almost three months I didnt have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, if youre hoping for a three month update, set yourself up for disappointment. You dont erally want to hear abotu September and October anyways, cause it would be like, 8 bazillion pages of me complaining about all the crappy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November, however, has been most wondrous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, I turned 19.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthay was amazing, and thankyou to everybody who came and gave me the most awesome birthday ever!!! It all staretd off with Lisa taking me to the Foundry to buy me a couple birthday shots, including a muffdiver, which she FORCED me to take out of her crotch. Not cool Lisa :P So, of course, I got whipped cream all over my face. And there are pictures. After that we rushed to the liquor store where I bought alcohol for the VERY FIRST TIME!!! tres cool. Then it was off to my birthday party!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nearly all of my friends showed up, I was so happy. All my work friends came too, which was really cool, because some of them really arent the big theatre party type, and none of them really knew anyone ( except Peter, who mysteriously knows almost everyone I know). BUt they all said they had an awesome time! I got pretty drunk, not my worst though, which really is a good thing. There was no kitchenware on my head by the end, which is a good enough form of measurement for me.&lt;br /&gt;ALl in all, it was a great party, with lots of dancing, and boozing, and chatting, but no drama! score! The only kinda scary thing, was when Tristan COLLAPSED onto me outside, and I had to drag him into Alleahs bedroom. I was freaked out, because I had no idea what happened, but he was fine. We both just went to sleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend I pretty much just hung out with my family, cause Tiffany and my Gramma were in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SInce that weekend, life has been a blur. I fell headlong into Christmas, surprise surprise. I spent most of my time, with the new Clique. That is, Lisa M, NIkki, Madeline, and Jill. Ive been working lots, and schooling it up. I went to the bar twice! On the wednesday after my b-day, I went to the gay bar with a bunch of theatres, and danced the night away! It was brilliant! And then the very next day I went to the Velvet Underground with Tristan, to see this punk reggae band, who were actually pretty rockin. It was good times. Friday night we went to the Tenacious D movie with Noel, James, Tasia, and Peter and when the movie was over and we went outside, it was SNOWING!!! it was the most wondrous thing! I couldnt help but dance and skip around in it! everyone I was with though was like, its cold, lets go home. LAME!! Whatever, tristan came over to watch the snow anyways. This was probably a bad plan cause he didnt leave til 2 in the morning, and I had to work at 8.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was Kylans birthday party, where everyone ( or at least, most everyone) got naked, and made out. It was weird. Well, more weird that it WASNT weird, you know? Getting there was a challenge, as it snowed ALL day Saturday ( joy!), and Errington, where Kylan lives was half buried in lovely lovely snow.&lt;br /&gt;Around 1 ( I was half passed out on a mattress, drooling) and Spencer had to wake me up, because me, him, and Madeline were going to sleep at NIkkis house in Parksville. We got to sleep in til 12 on Sunday which was the best thing ever, because I didnt have to work til 3, and Nikkies gramma made us breakfast... but then around 1 I figured we should start heading on home, so I had time before work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, none of us had yet looked outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I hadnt realized how much it has snowed, or maybe didnt realize just how much snow affects us here on the island. When we tried to move the car, it got stuck. We tried for almost an HOUR! Nikki also ran over my foot with her car, not fun. Nikkies gramma got cranky because we were trying to leave. I got cranky because i wanted to leave but couldnt! But, we were well and truly snowed in, ni Parksville.&lt;br /&gt;2 Years ago I would have been overjoyed at being stuck somewhere in the snow. I wouldnt have to do anything! I could just play outside, or sit inside and watch movies with my friends, and drnik hot chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;I hate how much ive grown up.&lt;br /&gt;seriously,  the day I was stuck, I was so agitated.  I had so much stuff to do! and i dont have that much time to do it. I was wasting this whole day, doing nothing, and I could feel myself falling behind. Spencer was reading, and Madeline was doing her cross stitch, and Nikki was on the phone, all of them content as could be, and I just sat there, little waves of irritation emanating of me. I cant do nothing. It drives me crazy. Im sorry to say I was probably really annoying that day, but I couldnt help it.&lt;br /&gt; I had to call in sick to work that day too. I hated that most of all. I really like the fact that they can pretty much always count on me to work, and Ive only called in sick once.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Spencers stepdad was nice enough to pick us up in Parksville and drive us home late that night.  I was never so happy to be in my apartment. The only weird thing... barbara wasnt there.&lt;br /&gt;ive gotten so used to having Barbara always around. She was the best kind of family I ever had. And now shes moved out... its really sad. Moreso because I know I liked our arrangement much more than she did. Still, its weird not having someone to come to, and share stories with. Who do I have to tell all my news to?? I'll have JIll soon enough I guess. Its just different with Barb, is all. She knew everything about me.  Ah well, no sense dwelling over that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Monday we had no school. I decided, seeing as my essay was due on Tuesday, that this would be a good day to start. Unfortunately, I am so easily distracted, I did everything but, like clean the house, and bake cookies. So I braved the storm and trekked all the way to Coyotes, where I knew there would be no distractions. I ended up staying til like, 6, and then went to tristans for a bit to hang out.  But, i did get lots of information and stuff, so it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week is mostly a blur of sleepovers and snow adventures! Nikki, Jill, Lisa, and others slept over on those nights, and we made martinis, and watched movies, and just generally had good times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funniest thing was probably thursday, when we tried to go to Tranceformations so Nikki could get her tattoo, and we couldnt get out of the driveway, so my neighbour had to come dig us out, and also getting back in, when Lisa had to pour kitty litter everywhere, and we all had to push... or when me and Nikki tried to get to school on Wednesday, but the parking brake was up, and we didnt know, so we couldnt figure out why the car wasnt moving!&lt;br /&gt;Later on Thursday sooo many people came over, and we made gingerbread houses!!! ( *cough* my teams was better) and then we watched Love Actually, and all had good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was an awesome day too, when we were all elves, but this post is long enough as it is, so i'll write some more on it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116512420846964628?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116512420846964628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116512420846964628' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116512420846964628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116512420846964628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/12/bloggity-blog-blog.html' title='Bloggity Blog Blog'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116311546057239393</id><published>2006-11-09T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T15:37:40.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the plot thickens..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116311546057239393?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116311546057239393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116311546057239393' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116311546057239393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116311546057239393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-plot-thickens.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-116007937864873150</id><published>2006-10-05T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T13:16:18.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>quick update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Started the theatre program at Mal-U, met a bunch of cool people, got voted Vice president&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Coyotes, the job I loved and adored, burnt down. Luckily for me, they were almost done the second location ( now they are) so I still get to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Mike is going to be here on my birthday. For serious this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) For the first time in my life, friends ditched me last minute, and I was left with no friday night plans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) my computer broke, hence the lack of update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I lost my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I realized I missed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I got a hell of a lot more student loans than I expected, so i might go to WInnipeg at christmastime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9)  I didnt get into Twelfth Night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10)  joined Mrs Sinclairs new choir, and im soo happy that im singing in a choir again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres tons more I could say, but I dont have the time, or the energy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-116007937864873150?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/116007937864873150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=116007937864873150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116007937864873150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/116007937864873150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/10/quick-update-1-started-theatre-program.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-115264806194122915</id><published>2006-07-11T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T13:01:02.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think its probably about time that I posted something. Only problem is, I dont know what to write now. Whats the important stuff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job at NCO, thats important. Call me stupid, irresponsible, immature, I dont care, cause I know its all true. Ive got bills to pay and already I quit my steady job.   But even though im completely broke, I dont regret it.  My mom had said to me, sometimes Brianna, we have to do things that we dont like to do. That was a smart statement, and i decided to listen to it. Because you know, its true. We cant always love what were doing.  So the enxt day I walk into work and I realize, I am too freaking young to start settling.  We should never have to settle for something sub par, because we think we cant do something better. So I quit that day.&lt;br /&gt;I still work at Coyotes though, and I still love it. Unfortunately, you cant live on a couple shifts a week. &lt;br /&gt;Nanoose Edibles, this produce farm in Nanoose where Megan works at wants to hire me, but they arent sure when they can.  Im holding otu for that, but well.. time is running out.  Lucky for me, I think I can call my dad and borrow some money if I really need it. At least, I hope I can. Or else im completely screwed. And I would eb screwing over Barbara in the process..&lt;br /&gt;But dont worry. I will figure it all out, I always do.  Start worrying, when I get worried. Then you know something is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I applied for student loans, and then got a rather dim letter in the mail a few days ago, saying there was a discrepancy between the information I submitted, and the information at the Social Insurance Bureau. Crap. I dont see how this can be possible, because ive been using that SIN number for years. SO I have to call Human Resources like, today, and get it all sorted otu so I can make sure I can afford going to school next year :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I am terribly excited. I was talking to Jordan D, Geoff, and Amber this morning, and they were reminiscing about all their fun theatre adventures, and talking abotu the teachers, and classes. I seriously cant wait for theatre all day! its like, a dream come true. And I really want to get back into the whole school setting, learning stuff routine kind of thing.  The only thing is, apparently there are a bunch of lame twinky techs going into first year with me, gross. But Spencer S is gonig in it, so we can chill, plus im pretty much friends with every second year, so I am nto worried at all. Also, im thinking about going for Vice President.. that means im going to have to dust off the old charm :P Win some popularity votes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO what have I been doing with my summer... Well, this past week has been pretty crazy.  Gepff had 3 parties at his house in 6 days. 2 of them were crazed drunken adventures, one included playign I Never, and also me telling everybody exactly what I think of them, cause thats just the kind of drunk I am. However, I fell asleep that night long before it all got interesting.  So if you want details, I would ask someone else.  We had a pirate party as well, but I was so tired by then I was kind of a lamer.  Amber fell off a cliff. well, more fell DOWN a cliff. I felt really bad after, because I heard her shout, but didnt come to the rescue. I think I made up for it later by running to get Geoff, and running all the way back.&lt;br /&gt;There was also a Rocky Horror party on Saturday night, in which I wore a red and black corset, black underwear with ared heart on them, and fishnets, and nothign else. I felt pretty exposed, but it was  Rocky Horror thing, what can you expect? it was all pretty fun, and both Barbara and Stef suprised us with their boldness of outfits. ( you kind of expect it from people like me, Martha, and Mel :P)  There have been so many other parties and get togethers in the past 3 weeks, I cant even remember them all, let alone describe them. Suffice to say, I have been having the absolute time of my life, and this is going to be one summer to remember. The only thing that would make it better is the presence of my  Winnipeg boy. Its been over two months now, and its really hard to not just go after someone else. But I know that it wouldnt be the same. Anyone else I go for would just be like, second best, you know? so why bother? Its Mike I want, and its MIke I shall get. Eventually, anyways.&lt;br /&gt;oh, Rob came back from Brazil. It was kind of weird seeing him again. But its getting to be back to normal. Dave and Jen totally coddle him though, like they think he cant handle people or something. I figure it was a culture shock to go there, but it would be like..underwhelming to come back.  Ah well, everythign will sort itself out eventually.&lt;br /&gt;Not much else new, except I might be going to a David Gray concert in August!  Oh, and I am going to see Phantom live, because Stephen is my best friend ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright, I hope that was enough update for you people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-115264806194122915?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/115264806194122915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=115264806194122915' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/115264806194122915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/115264806194122915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-think-its-probably-about-time-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-115068241830183389</id><published>2006-06-18T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:00:18.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. MIke&lt;br /&gt;2. Alleah&lt;br /&gt;3. Laura&lt;br /&gt;4. Geoff&lt;br /&gt;5. Stephen&lt;br /&gt;6. Barbara&lt;br /&gt;7. Jen&lt;br /&gt;8. Dave&lt;br /&gt;9. Ryan&lt;br /&gt;10. Gareth&lt;br /&gt;11. Megan Y&lt;br /&gt;12. Megan R&lt;br /&gt;13. Tim&lt;br /&gt;14. MOnkey&lt;br /&gt;15. Kevin T&lt;br /&gt;16. Stef&lt;br /&gt;17. Martha&lt;br /&gt;18. Mel&lt;br /&gt;19. Connor&lt;br /&gt;20. Rose&lt;br /&gt;21. Cora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: How did you meet 14?  I met Monkey in choir, in grade 10&lt;br /&gt;Q: What would you have to do to see 10? to see Gareth I would.. Go to the mall? sometimes I see him on the bus&lt;br /&gt;Q: What would you do if 20 and 9 dated? Rose and Ryan? That could be kind of cute&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would 21 and 12 make a good couple?umm.. COra and Megan R.. nothign would ever happen, neither of them would ever make a move.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Describe 6:Barbara is my super awesome roommate. She is Spunky. And Clean.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you think 19 is attractive? Connor is tres cute, in a 16 year old boy kind of way :P&lt;br /&gt;.Q: Tell me something humiliating about 17: hahaha, what CANT you say about Martha?? ( sorry dear :P)&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you know any of 4's family members?IM pretty good friends with Geoffs brother, and I know his parents and other brother.&lt;br /&gt;Q: When's the last time you talked to 13?I called Tim last night, to see if him and laura wanted to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is 2's favorite band? Alleahs favorites areDavid Bowie, and Franz ferdinand, I'd say. I know she used to love Celine Dion :P&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you ever &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: date'; self.lm_skeyphrase='date'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: date...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='date'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=date&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: date'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://meganfelloffthecouch.blogspot.com/#"&gt;date&lt;/a&gt; 5? Well maybe if he wasnt gay, hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is 11 &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Search for: single'; self.lm_skeyphrase='single'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); if(window.event) self.lm_sevent=window.event.srcElement; self.lm_timeout = setTimeout('lm_doMouseOver(1)', 1500); self.lm_isOverLink=true; self.lm_isOverTip=false; return true;" style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 3px double; TEXT-DECORATION: none" onclick="window.status='Searching for: single...'; self.lm_skeyphrase='single'; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); self.lm_isOverTip = false; lm_closeiframe(); window.open('http://www.srch-results.com/lm/dir_rxt.asp?si=19902&amp;k=single&amp;amp;ref='+window.location,'_blank','toolbar=yes,location=yes,directories=yes,status=yes,menubar=yes,scrollbars=yes,copyhistory=yes,resizable=yes'); return false; " onmouseout="window.status='Search for: single'; self.lm_isOverTip = false; if(self.lm_timeout) clearTimeout(self.lm_timeout); setTimeout('lm_closeiframe()', 1500);" href="http://meganfelloffthecouch.blogspot.com/#"&gt;single&lt;/a&gt;?No, Megan is attached at the hip!&lt;br /&gt;Q: Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 16?oh yeah, me and Stef are sooo going to get married.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Where does 15 live?umm.. Kevin just moved. I think hes by STef now&lt;br /&gt;Q: Are number 7 &amp;amp; 8 best friends?actually, Dave and Jen ARE best friends&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you like 1?umm... yeah. And I think everyoen in the world knows it.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Thoughts on 3? Laura is like, my best friend. Even when we dont talk. Its just like that.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Did you ever have a crush on 5?u h yeah, I guess you could say that :P&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you think 13 is attractive? I thought so when I met him&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's 21's favorite colour? I actually dont know Coras favorite color! weird.&lt;br /&gt;Q. What would you do if 19 just confessed they liked you?I would just be like, whaaa?&lt;br /&gt;Q. What language does 20 speak? Rose speaks English, and French&lt;br /&gt;Q. Who is 15 going out with?haha, Kevin is ALONE&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you ever date 7?I think if I was ever to suggest to Jen that we date, she would have a heart attack :P&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you ever date 1? *sigh* if he lived in the province&lt;br /&gt;Q. Do you hate 21? Not a bit! Cora is one of my very best friends!&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is 9's last name?Rasmussen&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you ever want to be in a serious relationship with 2?No, because we'd get into fights, and I would jsut walk away, and then she would kill me ni my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Q. What school does 3 go to?Malaspina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-115068241830183389?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/115068241830183389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=115068241830183389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/115068241830183389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/115068241830183389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/06/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-115050777478841000</id><published>2006-06-16T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:29:34.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brief Update</title><content type='html'>So as you all probably know from reading Barbaras blog, the move was successful! two weeks and two days ago we moved in to our brand new apartment, and so far, its pretty damn awesome. The move was tough, but thanks to Barb,  Geoff, Dave, Jen, Laura, and my mom, who all helped tremendously! Living alone totally has its perks. On the first mornign, I ate ice cream for breakfast :P I was real excited abotu that. But its the little things, like getting to put yuor furniture where you want, never getting kicked off the computer, not having someone nag at you if you leave your cup on the counter, keeping booze in the fridge! its all pretty awesome. Me and Barbara have even sort of taught ourselves to cook! Its not kraft DInner and tomato soup every day for us! we even eat vegetables! crazy, I know. And our placeis kept decently clean, as well, Dishes are done every day, tidying is done, sweeping, vaccuming, dusting, laundry, etc etc. today was actually an unofficial chores day, as we were both home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love living with Barbara. Its so nice. What I mean is, it isnt loud and crazy all the time, and theres no arguing, and its just very pleasant. More often than not, you can find us watching a movie and drinknig tea. ooh, and cuddling with our kitties, who are settling in now too. ( Yes, we are only 97 cats away from being crazy cat spinster ladies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that though, life has been a little stressful.. Im working two jobs now, abotu 50 hours a week, and its kind of starting to get on me. Especialyl sicne one of those jobs entails getting up at four in the morning every weekday :S  and because of that, I have to go to bed at 8 every night, which is kind of slowly killing my social life. There are so many people that I just dont see anymore, because I dont have the time. It really sucks. Im changing schedules to a more normal time next week though, so hopefully all that gets back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only other thing thats lame, Is I dont know what to do abotu a certain boy that lives far away; the logical thing? meaning stopping talking to him all the time, getting on with my actual life, and stop living in this romantic comedy world.  Or the emotional thing... Simply waiting until he can be here. I dont know. Its too confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the bus past the ferry terminal today and wished so hard that I could get on that ferry, and go somewhere else, where I didnt have to worry abotu work, or paying bills, or keeping house, or friends I dont have time for, or stupid Winnipeg boys....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-115050777478841000?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/115050777478841000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=115050777478841000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/115050777478841000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/115050777478841000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/06/brief-update.html' title='Brief Update'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114867653252183459</id><published>2006-05-26T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:48:52.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation of Awesome</title><content type='html'>For the first time in a long time, everything seems to be going along perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two jobs, one which I like and pays well, one that I LOVE and pays decently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my official acceptance letter from Malaspina, so I am going to theatre school in the fall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike is going to be here in September. Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the newest thing... me and Barbara probably FINALLY have an apartment!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so grand right now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114867653252183459?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114867653252183459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114867653252183459' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114867653252183459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114867653252183459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/05/continuation-of-awesome.html' title='Continuation of Awesome'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114850735128824082</id><published>2006-05-24T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:49:11.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Days go by..</title><content type='html'>So yeah, got a job at NCO. Its kinda lame. They pay pretty decently, and you dont do anything in training, its crazy easy... but I have to get up at 4:o0 in the morning, cause I work at 5 :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really didnt want to have to work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT today I have an interview at Coyotes cafe on Stewart!! So hopefully I get that job instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death to capitalism! La Vie Boheme!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, last weekend was great! Alleahs party on friday was funk, and I got totally smashed, for the first time in a while. All in good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I got to take Stephen clothes shopping for his birthday!!! I ended up spending more than originally anticipated, but it was okay because Stephen was so happy! I bought Cora and Lauras b-day presents too. That night I went to Tims to hang out with some people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUnday I went to the lake with the guys, and then we went to Geoffs for a BBQ made all by ourselves. After dinner ( and pie!) we went downstairs and sang jazz songs. It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Biggest of big news?? MIke is going to be here in September :) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114850735128824082?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114850735128824082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114850735128824082' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114850735128824082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114850735128824082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/05/days-go-by.html' title='Days go by..'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114715384269487972</id><published>2006-05-08T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T12:05:42.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than I Bargained For</title><content type='html'>okay, update update update!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not going to detail my whole Vancouver trip,because it would take about 8 zillion years.&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, Franz Ferdinand was super stellar, and also, i met a boy. We had a very awesome couple of days. Hes so much like me, its freaky. And everything was very cute, and very fantastic.. until he had to go back home to Winnipeg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left on the friday, i came home on the Saturday. I'd like to say everything was back to normal, and while it was a fun couple of days, it was all in the past. But it so so wasnt. I spent the entire day moping about. and yes, I know youre probably thinking how unlike me that is. And its TRUE. I am so not the pining sort of girl!  And I seriously never thought that would happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got in Saturday evening, and I just wanted to sit at home and feel sorry for myself, but that got old quick, so I put on a dress, and made myself look all pretty to go to Barbaras pseudo prom party! Turns out Barbara is not the sharpest at on the fly get togethers. Almost no one came dressed up, so I kiiind of looked like a freak. But thats okay. we had fun anyways! first they forced me to play Clue however... and I bet you didnt know someone could ACTUALLY be horrendous at Clue! but that would be me. I left pretty early, cause I didnt feel like socializing anymore, and went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my mom woke me up to get ready, and drive to Victoria. This is usually super fun, because me and my moms only bonding time is driving in a car singing atr the top of our lungs and dancing at strangers. However, driving = thinking time. NOT what I needed. oh well, Spent the day in Victoria with my mom and sis, walked the dog, went out for Thai, and then my mom decided it would be super fun to streak my hair blonde. I went along with it, for something to do.. I dont like it very much. But, everyone else seems to, so okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I went to the dentist... uh.. that was lame. And then I went to see Ice Age 2 with Aden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I had Geoff and Alleah over to wtahc movies, and around 9:30 we went for a coke run, but ran into JC in the parking lot and ended up going to his house to watch movies instead. We ended up staying til like, 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I went to hang out with the libratorbs at Megans place, and got to gossip for a little bit with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to Alleahs house to be a sappy girl and watch romantic comedies. We wtached Love Actually, best romantic comedy EVER MADE!!  However, I fell asleep at like 1 in the morning, and left Alleah up watching alllll the other movies I had brought ( like, four). Then at five o clock in the morning I was VERY rudely awakened by a freakishly energetic and enthusiastic Alleah jumping on me!! I shouted some vague obscenities and turned over, but she didnt stop until I punched her. This kept her at bay for all of about 15 minutes, then she came back and tried again. This time I waited until she was real close, then roundhouse kicked her in the face. HaHA! that worked until about 7, when I decided there was no point anymore and just got up.  We lazed about for a while, drinking coffee until 10, when I had to go to Malaspina for my theatre interview!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that I was slightly nervous, it all went by fabulously! im pretty sure they think im the greatest thing since sliced bread :P and they gave me the unofficial, youre in! so now I just have to sit and wait for my letter to come! Isnt this COOL? Brianna is finally going off to college! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my interview Jen, Dave, and Ryan came and picked up me and Alleah, and we went to Mrs Riches for lunch, and then to Maffeo Sutton for some hanging out time. Somehow us girls all ended up piled on Dave which was really funny til we hurt his back :S and then Jen fell on my face, so we stopped all then rough housing. But i learned how to whistle through grass!! Dont laugh, ive seriously been trying to do that for years. And then me and Alleah stage fenced some more, good times.  After all that I went  home for a little while until Jen picked me up around 9;30 and we went to Ryans house to play pool and pictionary!! ive never actually played before, but we had a suprisingly hilarious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday... I did something fairly stupid. I dont feel like typing it all out, so if you want to you can ask. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday after I got home from Daves house I hung around home for a bit until Geoff came and picked me up, then we got Alleah, and kidnapped Barbara. We went to Pipers Lagoon and walked around there for a while, climbing trees and whatnot. Then we got bored, and went back to geoffs house where we scarred Monkey for life, played video games, and watched Snatch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday I FINALLY went jobhunting.... after hanging out at Lauras for a few hours. Then went and got ice cream with my mom, because I am the coolest person on Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and thats that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114715384269487972?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114715384269487972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114715384269487972' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114715384269487972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114715384269487972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-than-i-bargained-for.html' title='More Than I Bargained For'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114668596777777898</id><published>2006-05-03T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:52:47.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its All Wrong</title><content type='html'>Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114668596777777898?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114668596777777898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114668596777777898' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114668596777777898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114668596777777898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-all-wrong.html' title='Its All Wrong'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114660173202930045</id><published>2006-05-02T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T13:28:52.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Til Kingdom Come - Coldplay</title><content type='html'>Steal my heart and hold my tongue&lt;br /&gt;I feel my time, my time has come&lt;br /&gt;Let me in, unlock the door&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wheels just keep on turning&lt;br /&gt;The drummer begins to drum&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which way I'm going&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which way I've come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold my head inside your hands&lt;br /&gt;I need someone who understands&lt;br /&gt;I need someone, someone who hears&lt;br /&gt;For you, I've waited all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Until my day, my day is done&lt;br /&gt;And say you'll come and set me free&lt;br /&gt;Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your tears and in your blood&lt;br /&gt;In your fire and in your flood&lt;br /&gt;I hear you laugh, I heard you sing&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't change a single thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the wheels just keep on turning&lt;br /&gt;The drummers begin to drum&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which way I'm going&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'll become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I'd wait 'til kingdom come&lt;br /&gt;Until my days, my days are done&lt;br /&gt;And say you'll come and set me free&lt;br /&gt;Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;Just say you'll wait, you'll wait for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114660173202930045?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114660173202930045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114660173202930045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114660173202930045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114660173202930045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/05/til-kingdom-come-coldplay.html' title='Til Kingdom Come - Coldplay'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114651372991121174</id><published>2006-05-01T12:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T13:02:10.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Amber and Barbara</title><content type='html'>What i am supposed to do here is write 15 very truthful statements about people you know, so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I never know whether youre telling the truth to me or not, or if Im getting the whole story. I wish you would let me know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) i think we're drifting apart, and it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I think you may be the only person I actually hate. For what you do, how you act, what you say, and how you treat the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I loved you the second I saw you. I still love you, but in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) SOmetimes the things you do boggle my mind. Mostly you just remind me of my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Your insecurity bothers me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7)  I dont like your incessant need for me to constantly comfort you, or talk to you. I mean, we are friends, but you need to figure some stuff out on your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I love how there is never any drama between the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I wish I wasnt so afraid to ask you for things, and I wish I was sure if you actually loved me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Often you embarrass me in public. I have yet to decide whether thats a flaw in you, or in myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) I get really jealous of you sometimes, and have no idea why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I wish you had stayed the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I cant wait until you come back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) i wish you would see things from my point of view more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) I miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if anybody REALLY wants to know who one is about, you can ask .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114651372991121174?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114651372991121174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114651372991121174' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114651372991121174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114651372991121174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/05/from-amber-and-barbara_01.html' title='From Amber and Barbara'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114636416768487479</id><published>2006-04-29T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T19:29:27.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it My Way</title><content type='html'>I just got home from Vancouver today. What a week.  I had the most amazing time, truly I did. From Tuesday night to Saturday afternoon, it was nothing but kicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I really dont feel like talking about it. Alleah will, so you can see things from her point of view on her blog. It wont be my complete trip, because she was not there for all of it, but it'll have to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114636416768487479?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114636416768487479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114636416768487479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114636416768487479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114636416768487479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-did-it-my-way.html' title='I did it My Way'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114584577668537254</id><published>2006-04-23T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:29:12.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times Again</title><content type='html'>I had this super long post written out, but lost it, so heres the condensed version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ive had an intriguingly awesome week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night the RENT movie night at Geoffs went really well. So sucks to my negativity. It ended up being me, Cora, Amber, Geoff, and Monkey, GOOD TIMES. Monkey hadnt seen it before, so we werent supposed to be singing along at all ( which is SOOOO HARD!!!) and in the first half we were silent, but then started singing reaaaally quietly... and gradually got louder and louder til Geoff had to tell me and Amber to shut our traps. Oops. heehee. After we watched it we played tekken 5, and i totally pwned Monkey and Amber hardcore. Geoff however, is this video game boy genius ( added to the fact its all he ever plays :P) and I could not win!! Cora came home with me, and we had our much needed super girly sleepover!! And it was so great cause it was the first time neither of us had to work in the morning!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... until Monday morning came and they called me in. SUCKY. Cause Cori anne had said she wasnt going to schedule me, although technically I still had 4 days of my two weeks left. So I worked ( gross) and then after I got back, went up to Alleahs house to hang out with her and Barbara. We convinced Geoff to come too, and to buy us some tequila, so we had a pseudo girls ngiht ( seeing as Geoff and Quinn were there) with margueritas, rum and coke slurpees, and strip poker!! I think that one was Alleahs idea.. but we played for a while. And all us girls got mostly naked, and Geoff refused to take off any clothes, cause hes such a lamer!! Quinn played with us for a while, until his little sister started taking off the clothes, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning me, Geoff, and Alleah went around everywhere looking for something to do, and picking people up, and doing random stuff. It was a looong day, full of fun. We visited my old choir, and we were treated like gods!!! it was so grand. The altos direly need to be whipped into shape, and Mrs Sinclair all but begged us to come back, so we are!! tres cool. In the end of the day we ended up at Geoffs again, with Amber, Laura, Barbara, Alleah, and me, and we played some more video games and ate grilled cheese, huzzah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I got called into work AGAIN, for both Wednesday and Thursday, which sucks h-core, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday after work I went over to Mels house and we watched the OC, and CSI, and went on a long walk, and talked a lot, had a fun sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went over to ALleahs place again, and we built up a big bonfire with Jordan gregoire, and played 13 dead end drive ( i lost sooo badly, its the worst game ever) and then two of Quinns friends, Ryan and Donny, showed up, and we hung out with them for a while.  Long story short, we went four by fouring, the truck broke down, and were stranded for hours/ But all in all twas a grand adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I hung out with Alleah, Barbara, and libratorb Ryan. Poker, Malibu, and green paint was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I watched Flightplan with the libratorbs...  and today I spent all day preparing for we week long trip to Vancouver. And somehow i managed to snag Franz Ferdinand tickets for me and Alleah! SUPER EXCITED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its going to be the best week ever, and I'll blog about it when I get home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114584577668537254?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114584577668537254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114584577668537254' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114584577668537254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114584577668537254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/04/good-times-again.html' title='Good Times Again'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114514978004510765</id><published>2006-04-15T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T18:09:40.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sadness*</title><content type='html'>I hate it when things dont go according to plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this perfect weekend, all mapped out, and then it just all crumbled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well okay, im probably totally overreacting, but the problem with me is, I build things up so big in my head, that when one slight detail falls out of place.. well its like the bottom brick in a Jenga game. And I end up having less fun because of it, even if the event is still a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me explain; what was &lt;strong&gt;supposed&lt;/strong&gt; to happen this weekend was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Friday night was going to be a party at Stephens, cause he was in town. ( this actually was a lot of fun and everything worked out well)&lt;br /&gt;       Saturday in the day I was going to stay home and hide allll of the Easter suprises for SUnday in my house, and then make sure the place was clean to have people over. Then Saturday night I was going to go to Chemainus to see Barbara, Jordan, and Ryans improv group perform, with Jen, Dave, Cora, and Stephen! then Stephen was going to sleep over&lt;br /&gt;       Sunday I had planned out an extensive Easter Egg Hunt for 6 of my best friends! Oh also Stephen was going to have his own special hunt, because he had to leave early for Gabriola. The Sunday night I was going to go to Geoffs to watch RENT with him and Monkey, because I havent hung out with the two of them in a depressingly long time, and I miss them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ended up happening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aden had asked me about a week ago to organize a little event with him and Amber, and a few other people, so he could get to know her better ( he doesnt say much at the big parties that they both attend) and he had been getting on my case so much that I got fed up, and asked both Aden and Amber if they would like to come watch RENT with me and Monkey. This works otu quite well for the both of them, but sucks for me. I mean, dont get me wrong, I like Amber a lot, and shes fun to hang out with ( and I'd like to watch RENT with her too!) but now its just this whole pseudo matchmaking thing, when I was supposed to be spending some quality time with Monkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura and Alleah both said they could NOT come to my SUnday surprise, whicih disappointed me a LOT. I mean, It meant I could invite two other people who I would like to come, but I still really wanted them both to be there, because they are two of my very best friends!  So that sucks, but I invite two others, and so all of my spots are filled ( meaning there is exactly enough candy for everyone) Then Laura calls and says she CAN come!! while this makes me really happy, I cant exactly uninvite someone else..  But I had a few plastic eggs left, and some extra candy, and I dipped into my stash I got from my mom, so Laura does have something to hunt for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Jen calls me and says she cant get the car, so we have no way of getting to Chemainus to see improv. This bites a lot. I was looking really forward to it, and so were they!! plsu I had promised Barbara I was going to come :(  So thats out, but I was still going to have them over to hang out, seeing as we could GO out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Stephen calls. He says oh, I decided to go with my family to Gabriola tonight instead of tomorrow, have fun! This made me really mad/ upset.. even moreso than with Laura and Alleah. I mean, he lives in vancouver, so I barely get to see him. BUt more than that, I had already hidden all his eggs, and made it special because he couldnt be there for the big event. And he didnt tell me ahead of time so I could invite someone else. I KNOW he wants to see his family too, and I dont blame him for that, but it doesnt stop me from being really pissed. Or maybe Im just more sad than angry, I cant tell. Either way, that was just like, the icing on the cake. It was just one more thing about this weekend that didnt work out for me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just want to tell everyone to screw off and leave me in a hole of misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, instead, im having the girls over tonight. It will be fun, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaaah, sorry about the tres emo post&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114514978004510765?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114514978004510765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114514978004510765' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114514978004510765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114514978004510765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/04/sadness.html' title='*Sadness*'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114465080033905623</id><published>2006-04-09T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T23:33:25.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an Update</title><content type='html'>So it was less than a week ago I made all these on-the-fly decisions abotu my future, and already Ive done so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night I applied to Malaspina. I did it right away because it was alreayd going to be considered a late application :S and I didnt want any less of a chance to get in. But Geoff told me that people applied the day before classes last year, and still got in, so I think im cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I quit my job. Liberating. I love that I dont work there anymore. ( well I still have a few shifts) but I can do whatever I want cause what are they going to do, fire me? mahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went dropping off resumes with Alleah. Went to a few promising places. And then (  shoot me) applied at NCO. But dont worry, its a LAST RESORT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I didnt do any of the stuff on my list :P oh well, I needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Sushi Eh ( a place I applied) called me. Theyre looking for waitresses, and ive got an interview on Tuesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO ME!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114465080033905623?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114465080033905623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114465080033905623' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114465080033905623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114465080033905623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/04/update.html' title='an Update'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114430357061550176</id><published>2006-04-05T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T23:06:10.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And with me, it always happens so fast</title><content type='html'>So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a life changing epiphany today, on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, i have to go back to last night first.  I was eating dinner with Alleah and Trevor, and we were talking about motivation and whatnot. And I said, I work best with goals in mind. And I mean specific goals. Not just vague, in the distance ones.  And not only do I work better, but im happier, and more fulfilled, I have a purpose, you know? And ive always known this about myself, its just a fact.&lt;br /&gt;So today, I was sitting on the bus, and it just hit me, smack in the face: If ive known this all along, why the &lt;strong&gt;deuce&lt;/strong&gt; havent I done anything about it? Ive just been puttering around for 8 months, saving up for something, somwhere, sometime. Yeah I wanted to go to school, yeah I wanted things to be different, but I wasnt doing anything about it!&lt;br /&gt;So right then and right there I got out some paper and wrote a list;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Things I have to do to get my life on track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quit my job. It is a life sucking, degrading job out of hell. And not only that, they are NOT giving me the full time hours I was promised when I was hired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hand out resumes. I mean, if im still planning on moving out ( which I am) im going to need a new job pretty soon! One where im appreciated, preferably. And not just another dime a dozen disposable worker. I'm better, and smarter, than that. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apply to Malaspina. Yup, im doing it. Im going to be in the theatre program. I realized how much I need to get back into the swing of school things. Plus, ive been so down since ive been ignoring the huge part of me thats theatre. I need to do shows. I need to be around people like me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Apply for a student loan. I should be on my own by then, so hopefully I qualify!! I probably cant go otherwise. But there are options such as;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ask my dad for money. This probably doesnt seem like such a big thing to you guys.. but im terrified to ask him for money. I havent asked him for anything in all of my 18 years. We have a very peculiar relationship. Im afraid that if I ask for money.. he just wont talk to me anymore. My sisters and him dont talk, because they wont put up with anything. But when it comes to my family, I put up with all the crap.  So if that plan fails im going to...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ASk my dad if he'll work out a loan with me. I KNOW he has the cash. So if we have a plan of payment, maybe he'll go for that. Im completely willing to pay back anything I take. In fact, I might like that more. I dont like feeling in debt to people forever. I like doing things on my own. But im not too proud to borrow, as long as I can repay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And my last step, MOVE OUT! I know this has already been in the works, but I have to show you guys that its still a plan, and im still going to do it. No backing out on promises, thats not my style. However, the date HAS changed to June 1st. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So thats it. My marvelous plan for self improvement. Ive already applied to Mal, and im quitting my job tomorrow. Ive printed out a budget so that i can apply for financial aid. Ive printed off resumes, ive got my moving out stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like it says in the title, with me, it all happens fast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caio kids&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114430357061550176?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114430357061550176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114430357061550176' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114430357061550176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114430357061550176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-with-me-it-always-happens-so-fast.html' title='And with me, it always happens so fast'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114386145201240828</id><published>2006-03-31T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T19:17:32.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little game</title><content type='html'>If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114386145201240828?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114386145201240828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114386145201240828' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114386145201240828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114386145201240828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-game.html' title='A little game'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114365638083524165</id><published>2006-03-29T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T18:01:07.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vancouver trip: Part II</title><content type='html'>Jeex, times flies! Its already Thursday night and Im posting about last Saturday! anyways, here goes, Vancouver part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left off on Saturday evening, just as me and Alleah were getting back from the fair. We called Llowyn from the bus ( the RIGHT bus!) and we were going to meet him at the UBC bus loop. However when we got there, no Llowyn! We sat on some steps for a while to wait for him, and this kid came up to us who couldnt have been older than 15, 16 tops. Alleah was smoking, so he asked her for a smoke, but she was like, no. But she gave him a few drags off of hers. And this kid, he wouldnt shut up. He kept talking and tlaking and talking. Finally we were like, weve got to go meet up with our friend. When we were walking away, he was like, how old are you anyway, you shouldnt be smoking! and Alleah was like.. im 18. And this guy was like no way, im 19 and you sooo arent 18. We were like, whatever kid. Anyways, it was funny at the time.&lt;br /&gt; SOoner or later we found Llowyn, got ready, and went to the show!!&lt;br /&gt; I was super excited to see it, a) I had never seen Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, and b) Stephen has been so excited all during rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the show was great! I mean, it wasnt bloody broadway, but they were al lfantastic, and it was fun, and interesting. The guys chorus was FABULOUS! and Stephen was grand :) oh, and there was this one part where Madison was serenading this girl, and I was like, okay, i totally just fell in love with you. :P unfortunately, Alleah and llowyn picked hte show apart, cause theyre total theatre snobs, and I had to tell them to shut their traps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show we went to the debator party which turned out to be TRES LAME!!! But oh well, drunken hijinks. We had to walk back to the dorms and I was all stumbling over and whatnot. I ended up staying up for a few hours talking to Trevor and Chris, and then Stephen stumbled back into the dorm, so the guys left, and me and Steve talked for a while. That was nice, i miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday mornign we had to leave early ish, cause Stephen had a thing to go do, so the rest of us trumbled off ( i think I made up that verb) to Dennys, because for some reason I thought we all needed to go there.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the sday was spent doing a lot of nothing , hanging out in horseshow bay eating ice cream, and travelling home.  We got in around 7, and Jordan picked up me and Alleah to go get our FOUR ROLLS OF FILM developed!!! some of our pictures are sooooo awesome! Then I stayed over at Alleahs, and hung out with Barb and Jordan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days reaaally havent been interesting enough to post about, so I wont!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114365638083524165?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114365638083524165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114365638083524165' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114365638083524165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114365638083524165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/03/vancouver-trip-part-ii.html' title='Vancouver trip: Part II'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114360126376806205</id><published>2006-03-28T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:10:03.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping the trend going</title><content type='html'>So I do actually plan on finishing the Vancouver post ( the one below this one) and will probably do so tomorrow. But for now, heres a survey that happens to be frequenting the blog scene lately.&lt;br /&gt;1. ONE WISH?&lt;br /&gt;To figure out my future. You know, just pick a career, stay with it.&lt;br /&gt;2. ARE YOU A LOVER OR A FIGHTER?&lt;br /&gt;im both. I mean, everyone knows i can be pretty ferocious, and I stand up for what I believe in. But I would do anything for the people I love, and im a sucker for romance.&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT'S YOUR WORST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;Bees, needles, tornadoes, and having people forget me&lt;br /&gt;4. AS A KID, WERE YOU A LEGO MANIAC?&lt;br /&gt;I was more into duplo, you know, the bigger ones. That way you could actually like, build yourself a lego fort and sit in it.&lt;br /&gt;5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF "REALITY" TV?&lt;br /&gt;Usually I think its lame. But I have a secret love for the Bachelor... oops. not so secret anymore.&lt;br /&gt;6. DO YOU CHEW ON YOUR STRAWS?&lt;br /&gt;ick, no&lt;br /&gt;7. WERE YOU A CUTE BABY?&lt;br /&gt;God yes, I was adorable. Then I turned 8, and the "awkward stage" happened :P&lt;br /&gt;8. IS THE SINGLE LIFE FOR YOU?&lt;br /&gt;Well sometimes I think it is, because im so flirty with everyone, and its fun ot not have to worry at parties.. but relationships can be so nice.&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR KEYBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;grey. Just grey.&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I sing everywhere else!&lt;br /&gt;11. HAVE YOU EVER BUNGEE JUMPED?&lt;br /&gt;No, But I would so love to!&lt;br /&gt;12. ANY SECRET TALENTS?&lt;br /&gt;if I have them, I havent discovered them yet!!&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT'S YOUR IDEAL VACATION SPOT?&lt;br /&gt;Ireland, or Germany&lt;br /&gt;. IS JAY LENO FUNNY?&lt;br /&gt;Not as funny as Conan O Brien!!!&lt;br /&gt;15. CAN YOU DRIVE?&lt;br /&gt;uhhh.no.. its rather embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;16. HAVE YOU SEEN THE MOVIE "DONNIE DARKO"?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I missed the last 20 minutes, and now everyone tells me thats the best part.&lt;br /&gt;18. HOW MANY LICKS DOES IT TAKE TO GET TO THE CENTER OF A TOOSTIE POP?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows? I get annoyed after 10 seconds and just bite it :P&lt;br /&gt;19. CAN YOU SING THE ALPHABET BACKWARDS?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.. i havent tried in a while&lt;br /&gt;20. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN ON AN AIRPLANE?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, but it hurts my ears&lt;br /&gt;21. ARE YOU AN ONLY CHILD?&lt;br /&gt;noo, I have two crazy older sisters&lt;br /&gt;23. WHAT'S YOUR STAND ON HUNTING?&lt;br /&gt;I dont believe in hunting for sport&lt;br /&gt;24. IS MARRIAGE IN YOUR FUTURE?&lt;br /&gt;Not for quite some time!&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?I havent hand written since the third grade when we learned how. What was the point????&lt;br /&gt;26. WHAT ARE YOU ALLERGIC TO?&lt;br /&gt;Smoke, metal, feathers, and bee stings&lt;br /&gt;27. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU SAID, "I LOVE YOU?"&lt;br /&gt;I told Stephen this morning, cause he sent me the Gentlemen Prefer Blondes soundtrack&lt;br /&gt;28. IS ELVIS STILL ALIVE?&lt;br /&gt;I wish!!&lt;br /&gt;30. HOW DO YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS?&lt;br /&gt;In a cake&lt;br /&gt;31. ARE BLONDES DUMB?&lt;br /&gt;Some&lt;br /&gt;32. WHERE DOES THE OTHER SOCK END UP? I think they latch onto each other, hoping one day to become big enough to take over my house.&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT TIME IS IT?&lt;br /&gt;9:49 PM&lt;br /&gt;34. DO YOU HAVE A NICKNAME?&lt;br /&gt;Bee, Beebur, Bedapee, Dr.Smooth, Nanners&lt;br /&gt;35. IS MCDONALD'S DISGUSTING?&lt;br /&gt;yes...but I eat it anyways&lt;br /&gt;36. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WERE IN A CAR?&lt;br /&gt;About 8 minutes ago, coming back from the movies&lt;br /&gt;37. DO YOU PREFER BATHS OR SHOWERS?&lt;br /&gt;Showers.&lt;br /&gt;38. IS SANTA CLAUS REAL?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt life be grand if he was?&lt;br /&gt;39. DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR NECK KISSED?&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on, like seriously, who doesnt? I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;40. ARE YOU AFRAID OF THE DARK?&lt;br /&gt;If im alone and just watched a scary movie!&lt;br /&gt;41.WHAT ARE YOU ADDICTED TO?&lt;br /&gt;Coke! as in... a-Cola. I was addicted to the Gilmore Girls for a while&lt;br /&gt;42. CRUNCHY OR CREAMY PEANUT BUTTER?&lt;br /&gt;Smoooooth.&lt;br /&gt;43. CAN YOU CRACK YOUR NECK?&lt;br /&gt;ick, i dont try&lt;br /&gt;44. HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN IN AN AMBULANCE?&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU BRUSHED YOUR TEETH TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;once&lt;br /&gt;46. IS DRUG FREE THE WAY TO BE?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it really is.&lt;br /&gt;47. ARE YOU A HEAVY SLEEPER?&lt;br /&gt;i used to be. Now I wake up if someone walks by me&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES?&lt;br /&gt;Bluey green.. but they turn yellow sometimes. And I have one brown freckle&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;I adore my life. Its easy when you think youre the greatest ;)&lt;br /&gt;51. LIQUOR OR BEER?&lt;br /&gt;Liquor. I loathe beer.&lt;br /&gt;52. ARE YOU PSYCHIC?&lt;br /&gt;I think everyones psychic a little. Im sure everyones known something was going to happen before.&lt;br /&gt;53. HAVE YOU READ "CATCHER IN THE RYE"?&lt;br /&gt;i think I did when I was too young, and my mom took it away.&lt;br /&gt;54. DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS?&lt;br /&gt;I play the piano at like, grade 4ish level. Although I dont really know, because ive never taken lessons. And I can sort of play guitar&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE U EVER STOLEN MONEY?&lt;br /&gt;Once from my sister when I was 5, but I was so overcome by guilt, I gave it back the next day&lt;br /&gt;56. CAN YOU SNOWBOARD?&lt;br /&gt;Ive never tried!&lt;br /&gt;57. DO YOU LIKE CAMPING?&lt;br /&gt;I like pseudo camping :P where there are bathrooms and showers nearby&lt;br /&gt;58. DO U SNORT WHEN U LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;nope, my laugh is funny enough as it is&lt;br /&gt;59. DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?&lt;br /&gt;i believe in real magic. Everyday things that people overlook.&lt;br /&gt;60. ARE DOGS A MAN'S BEST FRIEND?they can be.&lt;br /&gt;I like cats more though&lt;br /&gt;61. DO YOU BELIEVE IN DIVORCE?&lt;br /&gt;Well if the marriage isnt working&lt;br /&gt;62. CAN YOU DO THE MOONWALK?&lt;br /&gt;hell yes&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU MAKE A LOT OF MISTAKES?&lt;br /&gt;Not any more than the average person&lt;br /&gt;64. IS IT HOT OUTSIDE TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;it was nice, but not hot&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;umm.. a sandwich composed of bread, cheese, and onions. ( theres like, no food in my house)&lt;br /&gt;66. DO YOU WEAR NAIL POLISH?&lt;br /&gt;Not really, cause I bite my nails.&lt;br /&gt;67. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN KISSED?&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;68. WHAT'S THE MOST ANNOYING COMMERCIAL?&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, I dont watch TV anymore&lt;br /&gt;69. DO YOU SHOP AT AMERICAN EAGLE?&lt;br /&gt;....no&lt;br /&gt;70. DO YOU SNORE?&lt;br /&gt;not unless im sick&lt;br /&gt;71. FAVORITE SONG AT THE MOMENT?&lt;br /&gt;JUst A Kiss Apart, from Gentlemen Prefer Blondes. Its so sappy.. im ashamed&lt;br /&gt;72. LAST THING THAT MADE YOU SAD?&lt;br /&gt;probably some song.&lt;br /&gt;73. WHAT IS BEST IN LIFE?Having a blast, and being surrounded by all the people you love most!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114360126376806205?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114360126376806205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114360126376806205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114360126376806205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114360126376806205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/03/keeping-trend-going.html' title='Keeping the trend going'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114351686991515199</id><published>2006-03-27T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T22:10:58.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This post is eye smartingly bitchin!</title><content type='html'>Well, that might be a little pre-emptive. I dont actually know if this post is going to be that bitchin yet. Buuuuut, it IS about my Vancouver adventures, and misadventures, so thats pretty exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so friday morning after I got back from Adens, I started packing in a mad frenzy. Usually I am so anal about packing. Like, I make a list of all the things im going to need, and overpack on clothes, and spend like, an hour, folding everything and making it fit. Yes I know, im crazy. But this time I just kind of picked some clothes off the floor and shoved them in my bag, and grabbed some other miscellaneous stuff I thought I might need.  After getting ready quickly, my mom drove me over t oAlleahs house to hang out before we left for the ferry.  We left on the 5:00, but I was getting really worried, cause I had been trying to get ahold of Laura for days to tell her which ferry we were catching, but i hadnt been able to. I felt so bad, thinking she would be sitting at home, and miss the trip because she thought I didnt call. However, I called Tim from the terminal for one last attempt, and wonder of wonders, he answers! Turns out they are already in Vancouver,  because they took an earlier ferry. And they werent even going to call. And to think I was worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;either way, me and Alleah had a fun time on the ferry trip, and we even discovered that Ace was on the ferry too! Alleah and him kind of had an awkward moment, but it was mostly cool.  WE got into Horseshoe Bay around 7, and Llowyn was there to meet us. I dont know about you guys, but isnt there something really nice about having someone meet you when you arrive? Its just a really special feeling. Oooor im insane. Take your pick.  Either way, Llowyn picked us up and we went carousing about Vancouver, driving down the big city streets, and then the bad sort of town, just to show me and Alleah how sheltered we are.  We went for some poutine as an appetizer at Belgian Fries ( DELICIOUS) and then to Moxies for our super late dinner.  We got a little crazy, and by the time dessert came around, we had war painted ourselves with syrup.  ( gross, I know) Afte rthat we drove to UBC to meet up with the others, but as soon as we parked, Llowyn realized he had left his violin at the restaurant. So, he freaked out and rushed back, and left us to go find the dorm. Now, I know where Stephens dorm is in the daylight, coming from the bus stop, but NOT from some parking lot in the middle of the night. SO we wander around Vanier, his group of buildings, but they ALL LOOK THE SAME!!! so we went into some building that I "felt" was the right one. Knocked on some doors, turned out it was an all girl dorm. Oops.  Eventually we gave up and called them, so Stephen, Tim, Laura, Chris, and Trevor all came to the rescue.  We hung out a the dorms for a while, and scared some people ( "hi my names brianna. actually scratch that, call me Captain Welcomes-you-aboard)  then eventually Alleah and Llowyn went back to his place, and I went to bed with Steve, and everyone else found a place in the common room.&lt;br /&gt;              In the morning  The four debators had to go, and Stephen had to go to his call for the matinee show, so I was stranded on campus. I called Alleah at 10:30 to come meet me, but she didnt end up coming til 1:30. So I wandered around outside ( it was a GORGEOUS day!) found a Starbucks to feed my freakish expensive habit, and sat on a bench in apretty wooded area listening to tunes, watching squirrels, and reading the archie comic i found in my purse :P&lt;br /&gt;Finally at 1:30, ALleah showed up, and we hopped on the bus to get downtown. ( keep in mind, we dont know the city at ALL) but we managed to get off at Granville and Broadway to take the next bus to Robson, where we planned to try on ridiculously pricy things even though we cant afford them. However.. we got on the bus on the wrong side of the street. sooo we were heading for Richmond. And this was a b-line bus, that only stops in specific far-away places.  So like the true adventurers we are, we decided to just go where the bus took us. Inevitable, Richmond.&lt;br /&gt;But then, what happened to ctach my eye, but... a FAIR! and the bus just stopped right in front of it. It was pure kismet, i tell you. So of course, we got off.  We ended up spending three hours running around like mad fools at this fair, going on all the rides and laughing our head off, playing games, eating gross fair food, and what i think is the BEST part... we bought giant photo buttons of ourselves. Seriously, we are just that cool.&lt;br /&gt; Soon, it was getting late, so we bussed back up to the campus to go see Stephens show!! which I will detail later, cause this  ahuge post already and im getting tired!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114351686991515199?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114351686991515199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114351686991515199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114351686991515199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114351686991515199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-post-is-eye-smartingly-bitchin.html' title='This post is eye smartingly bitchin!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114316375672198329</id><published>2006-03-23T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T17:29:16.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll never give up the fight!"</title><content type='html'>I had a really whacked dream the other night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I was transported into this 1984 esque world. For those of you who havent read the book, its like a crazy dictatorship where there is someone watching you all the time, and violent police, and brainwashing, and slums, and all kinds of bad stuff.  So im in this world, thinking what the deuce, how am I going to get out of here? When I see that there are other people I know there! Not people I know really well, but like, AnneMarie from work, and Geoffs dad, and a few others. But they had been all brainwashed to believe that they had been there all along. But I managed to convince them otherwise and was like, back me up guys, we'll find a way out of Here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, When I had looked around a little, I realize I could never leave until I had freed all of these people from oppression. But by this time the government had gotten wind of my mutinous ploys, and were after me. So then all of my followers were like, no man, its too dangerous to know you. So they decided to stay in their miserable lives for all time, just so they would stay alive. But, as the title says, i would never give up the fight! SO, eventually, I overthrew the governement and saved everyone. And so I was going to finally go home, but I couldnt go until I had helped rebuild their economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, that was kind of random, but I liked the dream and felt the need to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, went to work, and that was mostly dull. But then again, its work, and who expects anything different? Unless you work in like, Willie Wonkas chocolate factory or something. Then after I got off, I went to Megans house, and her and Zack attempted to teach me how to salsa, but instead I just went off on my own dancing  like a mad fool :P im no good at learnign salsa. But thats what happens when you play a cuban man in a musical; all the steps are backwards after that.  I really want to learn swing again though. Anyone want to learn with me, tell me!!&lt;br /&gt; After like, an hour, me and Megan went to go see Failure to Launch, which was HILARIOUS!!! seriously, everyone should go see it. I mean, its a total chick flick, but worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked again ( joy) and this time to relieve my boredom, I gave names to all the weird people who deliver trays to us. I seriously think they got all the freakiest people in Nanaimo to work in the food court.  Jeex. Now I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in a little while I am going to traverse over to Adens house, to hang out and have an Arrested Development marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got some mad street props. ( haha Logan!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114316375672198329?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114316375672198329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114316375672198329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114316375672198329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114316375672198329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/03/ill-never-give-up-fight.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll never give up the fight!&quot;'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114296918691904277</id><published>2006-03-21T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T11:26:26.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I call it Xtreme photography! I dont even look through the lens!!!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;OKay, just a random quote there, for a title. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So I wake up yesterday around 11, which is usual for me on a day off, and go about my usual routine; breakfast, shower, get ready for the day, etc.  Everything is normal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That is, until I look in the mirror. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My whoooole face had puffed up like nobodys business, and my eyes looked weird and small because the area around them was so swollen. And then I felt the glands on my neck and they were all huge and swollen too. And THEn I felt the back of my neck and there were two freakish lumps that SHOULDNT HAVE BEEN THERE! I was like, what the deuce??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Anyways, because im a total idiot, I decided to completely ignore this and go the mall with Alleah anyways.  We developed the pictures from our super awesome picnic, and some of them are tres wondrous. But Alleah didnt quite appreciate all the scenic pictures I took :P apparently they were a waste of film.  Whatev.&lt;/span&gt;  So we chilled around the mall a bit, and went to the Tsar with Gareth for a while, until our bus came and we went up to Gators place to hang out there with her and Mel for a while. Except by then I was feeling slightly more ill, and vaguely dizzy, so i dont think I was too much fun. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then today my mom decided at 8:30 in the morning that I have to go to the doctor, immediately. EVEN THOUGH im feelin okay.  But here's a  little known fact abotu me: I LOATHE and DESPISE going to doctors. I would much rather ignore my sickness, and get through it on sheer willpower alone!! I know everyone thinks im crazy, but I just like to get over things myself.  And Doctors give you needles ( ACK!) and throat swabs, and bad news, and I just dont like the creepy sterile feeling of the offices, and I dont like sitting on that weird paper, and I dont like the cold stethoscope... anyways, not the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay, so even though im moving out in little over a month, my mom still thinks she has to come into the doctors office with me. And because im the baby of the family, and she needs to think shes still needed, i humour her, right?&lt;br /&gt; However, my mom is a total freak, and likes to embarrass me everywhere I go. Needless to say, im never going to the doctor with her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all thats new since Sunday ( i know, im lame :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114296918691904277?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114296918691904277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114296918691904277' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114296918691904277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114296918691904277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-call-it-xtreme-photography-i-dont.html' title='&quot;I call it Xtreme photography! I dont even look through the lens!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114282771702379362</id><published>2006-03-19T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:08:37.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brianna'd Mad Wicked Weekend</title><content type='html'>So... this is the first post in a bit of a long time. And you totally cant except me to remember anything other than like, the past three days, so thats all you get an update on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I planned to go to the Tsar with Alleah, Mel, Cora, and Jen, and I met them up at Woodgrove ( well, except Alleah, cause she ditched us) where we gossiped like mad fools. Then Megan met up with us, and Mel and Cora left, and we went shopping ( huzzah!) I needed to find green fishnets like nobodys business, so I dragged Jen and Megan to every single store in Woodgrove that could possibly have them. Eventually I found some that would do at the Bay, so our mall excursion was over.&lt;br /&gt;After that we picked up Dave from work and went to my house so we could get ready for the St Patricks day party!!!!1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the party was tres tres awesome. Then again, I find most parties to be spectacular, so maybe im not the best judge! I got prettty darn smashed ( whos suprised :P) and spent the night dancing, singing, chatting, trying to hold up a very drunken Geoff, studiously ignoring Chris, and trying to keep Lola from kissing me.  but it was a grand time. Amy, Tim and Lauras friend, was there, which was cool. I like hanging out with her. and I met some new people, like Lola, and Biffs older brother James.&lt;br /&gt;There were low points, as there is going to be with any party. 1) a bad thing a friend of mine did, which I wont go into, and 2) me stepping on a nail outside :S im still limping slightly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crashed around 4, in Quinns bed, cause i didnt feel like sleeping on the floor.  DIdnt get much sleep anyways though, cause at 8:30 everyone was awake and stumbling around looking for coffee. WE lazed around the house for an hour or so, drinking coffee and musing over the past nights events. But then Alleah had to skidaddle, so Geoff drove me and Mel home ( but not before stopping for bagels at Timmies!) Mel stayed at my place for a while, and it was a most enjoyable couple of hours. The sun was beating down on my deck, and we just sat on the swing talking, and drinking ice tea. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night I went to Chemainus with Dave, Jen, and laura to go to see Hay You improvisors, which Barbara, Jordan, and Manhattan Ryan are in, so i HAD to go. And let me tell you, I was not disappointed. They were hilarious!! then again, i tend to guffaw at most everything.  I even got up on stage for a bit, cause they needed volunteers for the puppet game. It was stellar!!&lt;br /&gt;After the show Jen and Dave came back to my place, and we watched Batman begins. A good movie, but I fell asleep halfway through, because  ireally havent been sleeping properly lately. Anyone know of a way to get to sleep better??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today, Dave and Jen left earlyish, so I got ready and chilled around the house until Alleah called ( we planned to do something today).  Jordan decided to come with, so we went on a spontaneous mad crazy picnic!!! We went to the grocery store, and had to argue a lot on what we were buying :p and then we went to the dollar store and randomly bought wings for me and Alleah, and pirate gear for Jordan, a frisbee, badminton rackets, a birdie, and a disposable camera. ( Alleah was a ladybug, and I was a Bee, cause of my nickname. Which you know, as a side thought is a really ironic nickname due to the fact i am petrified of bees). Then we drove up to the Nanaimo river, and had our lovely picnic! We had forgotten a few fundamentals like forks, and a tablecloth, but no matter.  We skipped rocks for a while ( I suck so hard) and played frisbee ( we all suck so hard) and ate our food. We screamed at spiders, found fish bones, and discovered what the ducks are really thinking. Jordan made rainbows. We took oodles of pictures, and had fun playing with shadows.oh, and we laughed.. and laughed, and laughed! All in all it was a tres grandiose affair, and we should all go for picnics way more often!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went out for coffee at the coyote cafe, on Stewart, a prtty snazzy place. I think we freaked out the waiter, because by then we were so hopped up on sugar. and then Jordan ordered the "Howler" which was like, quintuple shot of espresso ( it was gross, I tasted it). AFter that I just felt really tired, so i came home, and have been here since then!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all, and im going to try to blog more often. ( seriously this time)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114282771702379362?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114282771702379362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114282771702379362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114282771702379362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114282771702379362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/03/briannad-mad-wicked-weekend.html' title='Brianna&apos;d Mad Wicked Weekend'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114128175770755293</id><published>2006-03-01T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:42:37.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Week...</title><content type='html'>... which is, hopefully, drawing to a close. Starting last Tuesday i developed some sort of horrible illness that refused to go away, and instead plagued me for days. Mostly I just slept, but I did do a few things, so I should probably write them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday marked the beginning of our mondo two day sleepover at Megans house, but because it couldnt actually start til 10 at night, Jen and Dave came over to my house for a while. We ordered pizza ( when DONT we order pizza?) and sat around talking to my mom about all manners of intellectual things. It was actually quite nice.  SOoner or later we were joined by Geoff and Ryan, and then we went off to Megans house. The plan was, of course, to watch as many Gilmore Girl episodes as humanly possible in the span of two days. Well, we ended up talking for hours, then watching one episode, and falling asleep.  Unfortunately I had to sleep on the futon with Jen and Dave who is a BLANKET HOG!! I dont know how the person in the middle can manage to hoard all the blankets, but he did it all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I got up to go to the mall to go HOUSE SHOPPING with Barbara!!! We went on a spree, and it was grand!! my favorite thing we bought was the bright gerbera bathroom set :D I love it so much. We bought a lot of other useful stuff too, like knives, and measuring cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After shopping I went home for a little while because they were all playing football, and I was a little too sick to go running around in the mud. I went back around 4, and hung around with Mike, Zack, Jen, and these two girls I didnt know. One of them remembered me fro mSeussical, apparently she did my hair :S but I totally didnt remember her, then felt bad.&lt;br /&gt;WEdnesday night we hung around some more, watched some more Gilmore Girl episodes, and rented movies. Mike bought me soup, which was very nice of him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning I woke up, and felt like I was dying! my insides were boiling and I thought I was going to fall over, so in stead I just crashed on this mattress on the floor while everyone else watched a movie and thought I was dead. When I woke up Megans mom drove me home and I just slept, all through Thursday, and all through Thursday night. Friday I got up and then slept the day again. Saturday I managed to stay awake, and then Jen, Dave, Geoff and Ryan came over! we watched the Emperors NEw Groove, and chatted for a while, good times.  Sunday was more sleeping. Monday I thought I could go back to work, but I woke up and felt sick, so I slept more.  Tuesday I actually had to get up and go to work, cause I thought they would all crucify me. This turned out to be the worst day ever. I was sooo sick, I thought I was going to faint all day. And all my delightful friends came to visit and told me how freakishly pale I was. Needless to say when I got home I crashed on the bed and slept the night away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day I went out in a social capacity in some time. I met Gareth at the tsar, and we had a nice time chatting, and hanging around in the mall, just like old times!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats enough writing for today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114128175770755293?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114128175770755293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114128175770755293' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114128175770755293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114128175770755293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/03/sick-week.html' title='Sick Week...'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114040451968121201</id><published>2006-02-19T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T19:02:01.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So here im going to write a list of all the stuff me and barbara will need to move out in May. SOme of this stuff we already have though. And please feel free to add anything yo uthink we'll need:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toaster&lt;br /&gt;frying pan&lt;br /&gt;pots&lt;br /&gt;kettle&lt;br /&gt;cutlery&lt;br /&gt;plates&lt;br /&gt;strainer&lt;br /&gt;microwave&lt;br /&gt;toliet brush&lt;br /&gt;mop&lt;br /&gt;broom&lt;br /&gt;shower curtain&lt;br /&gt;electric mixer&lt;br /&gt;cookware (ie; spatula, wooden spoons, flipper)&lt;br /&gt;sharp knives&lt;br /&gt;garbage can cleaning supplies&lt;br /&gt;table/chairs&lt;br /&gt;measuring cups&lt;br /&gt;S&amp;P shakers&lt;br /&gt;couches&lt;br /&gt;Tv&lt;br /&gt;tv stand&lt;br /&gt;computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure thereare lots more, but i cant think right now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114040451968121201?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114040451968121201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114040451968121201' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114040451968121201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114040451968121201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-here-im-going-to-write-list-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114033782406384585</id><published>2006-02-19T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T09:36:28.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Date</title><content type='html'>Soo.. friday was my day off!! I was so relieved, because it felt like I hadnt had one off in forever!! ( in reality, since Tuesday) but I still havent gotten a good nights sleep in a while. But yeah, I woke up on friday to a crappy morning. My mom freaked out at me because the computers sound wont work, and apparently this is all my fault. Whatever. So she yelled at me for a while, and basically she said she hated me living here and all.. so I got really mad and was like, well you dont have to worry abotu that much longer, cause im moving out in May!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That did not go over exactly as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she freakd out even more, and then listed off all the reasons why it wouldnt work. Hellloooo only makes me want to go more!!! So then I got mad, and left with Jen and Dave to go visit sickie Ryan. He actually really appreciated the visit, so that was nice. And then we got to talk to Rob on wbcam, which we havent done since Thanksgiving! After that we went to see underworld 2, which was pretty decent, but I was so ridiculously tired I nearly fell asleep, and then just got Jen to drive me home after that, thinking I would just go to bed. However, at around 8 I was getting a second wind, and felt like going out again!! So I ended up going with Geoff to the Mal theatres Hot Date, which was spiffing up and going to dinner at MGM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out neither Amber nor Alleah were going, which weirded me out a little, because other than Geoff they were the only ones i knew, even though i hardly even know Amber at all. So I called Barbara and made her come, whcih turned otu to be a good idea cause she had fun, and I had someone else to talk to, and we made a list of all the stuff we would need to move out!! ( waaaay more fun than it sounds). So dinner was a good time, and dressing up is ALWAYS fun.. We ended up all carousing and leaving around 12:30, and who should walk in just as we were leaving? Mr. Last Friday Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i saw him, and then kind of just didnt acknowledge his presence. He might not have even realized it was me. I mean, since then ive cut and dyed my hair, and I was also dressed up a lot. Anyways, either way, I didnt have to say anything to him, so that was cool. But really unexpected. I mean, if I thought there were going to be any awkward meetings there i figured it would have been Mr Saturday Night. THAT would have made sense. Although it would have been kind of hilarious if they were both there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 12:30 we all left, and Geoff drove me home. Just as he was pulling up in my driveway, a truck pulled up as well, carting my tres drunk mother!! I was like, what the deuce mom? so she stumbles up the driveway with this random guy, and we had to walk to the door together. Talk about uncomfortable silence. So we went in, and I ran into my room and closed the door. My mom said all they did was talk and drink tea. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday all I did was work, for NINE HOURS. Me and Logan had to stay super late because the day was so busy, we had no time to close. sooo lame. But then after I went with Dave, Jen, Ryan, Leah, Geoff, and Marcus to Earls, and to Daves house which was pretty fun. I would have had more fun if I didnt have crazy stabbing pains shooting through my sides!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaanyways, now i have to go to work again. Great weekend :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114033782406384585?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114033782406384585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114033782406384585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114033782406384585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114033782406384585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/02/hot-date.html' title='Hot Date'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-114016892392784262</id><published>2006-02-17T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T01:35:23.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week So Far</title><content type='html'>oooookay.. So Monday I went to work. I am so seriously starting to loathe and despise that job. Like, when I worked at Naturalizer I would wake up and be all, oh, lame, work. But now my head comes up with every conceivable idea of how to get otu of going to Subway! I totally should have listened when everybody told me not to work there, but anybody who knows me at all knows I usually do the opposite of what people say, cause im just that much of a stubborn ass.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, work was all right ,and I closed with Logan ( we usually cheat so things go by much faster) and we actually managed to get out of there at 6:30, highly unusual!! After work I met up with Mel, and we bussed over to Lauras house for our girly sleepover!! We seriously haventy had one of those in forever and a day, i dont know, cause we're all too busy or something. SO we hung around, gossipped, ate pineapple, and tried to learn Johnny Angel in SSA, but got bored of that quickly ( too many sha da da dums for their liking, I guess). Then Alleah showed up so we had to go over all the gossip again, good times. Then we fell asleep at like, 2, cause we are such lamers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I got up and went to Country Club with Mel, so that she could get herself some bubble tea, and I could get myself a last minute haircut! And then on a whim ( cause im just like that) i decided to dye it dark brown as well. The color looked really good ( although too much like my mothers :S ) and the style was basically the same, but she poofed it up like a crazy person, and i was like gaaaah im ruined!! but I went home and just brushed it down slightly and it looked pretty decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, at 5:30, Stephen came to pick me up to go out for dinner! I totally fancied myself up with my other new dress, and my pretty white shoes!! Turns out he made reservations at Blue Ginger, this Japanese place. Now, im not usually too fond of Asian food, i am much more of a burger and fries type of girl, but it turned out to be a suuuper yummy dinner!! I of course had to feed half of it to my human garbage disposal, but it was delicious all the same! So after dinner we went to his house and watched the movies I had picked out, JUst Like Heaven ( because I am asucker for romantic comedies) and Proof ( cause he is a sucker for math :P) and then after the movies we just stayed on the couch talking til 1:30 in the morning. It was so nice to just stay at his house late talking, like the old days back in the summer. I totally miss those days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had to get up the next day for work, joy. But after work I went down to Malaspina to meet up wit hAlleah after Oresteia rehearsal, and me, her, Amber, and kaitlyn went back to Alleahs house to gorge ourselves on pizza and gossip ourselves silly. Im seriously so jazzed about making friends with the Mal theatres, because they are just everything i used to be, and everything ive missed out on in the last six months, when I turned into a mall crawling yuppie NORMAL!!!! SO the four of us sang a lot, cause thats what we do, and then froze ourselves into theatresicles when we went to bed, cause Alleahs house is so damn cold!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I had to go to work, and they had to go to school, so we got up and bussed and bussed and bussed! While doing so, me and Alleah made plans to move out in the Spring!! I am so excited, its not even funny. I NEED to move out so badly. I need to get out of this stupid little rut im in, where im not quite grown up, but im not allowed to still be a kid, its so lame. So, Im going to move out into my own place, get away from my family's negativity, and next year i think I might take some classes at Mal. So, goals are SET, which always makes me happy! I love having something to work towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was this morning, and then tonight I was going to go do karaoke at the gay bar with the Mals, but Alleah wasnt planning on going, and I thought it would be kind of weird if I just showed up. So instead I went to the gym with Jen, and then we went to Tim Hortons with Dave and Brendan for a while, which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, im going to go to bed, because I havent gotten a good nights sleep in a ridiculously long time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-114016892392784262?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/114016892392784262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=114016892392784262' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114016892392784262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/114016892392784262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-week-so-far.html' title='This Week So Far'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-113981498108975349</id><published>2006-02-12T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T23:16:24.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its About Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was thinking that maybe I should start writing in this old blog again. I dont really know why, but I really liked this one before..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I had a tres tres crazy weekend..  Friday night was Tims birthday party, and I arrived with Jen and Dave, excessive amounts of booze in tow. I wasnt actually planning on drinking much that night, because I was only going to stay until 9:30 or so, until some of the libratorbs went to Megans house. SO we got there at 7, but it turned out the party didnt ACTUALLY start until 8.. my bad. But it didnt matter cause there were already people there anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, however, was the first one to start drinking. ( why does that always happen??) SO by the time other people arrived I was already a little past tipsy! I got to meet all of Tim and Lauras weird philosophy MalU friends, which was cool! It was so weird that Laura has made friends without me :S So I met this one guy Chris there, who started drinking as soon as he got there. We were chatting about something in the kitchen, and he was like, let me give you a back massage. This, for the record, was the best massage ive ever gotten in my LIFE! and it included a head rub which everybody knows im a total sucker for.  This lasted for a while, and the entire time he was giving me his scotch.. so needless to say, as cheap as I am, I was fairly drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I turned around to say something, and shock of shocks, he kisses me! and at first I was like, what the deuce? but then it was kind of like, oh, okay, well.. okay! So that went on for a lot of the night, on and off. I felt kind of weird though because no one else was as drunk as us, and no one else was randomly making out in the kitchen either!&lt;br /&gt;Around 1:30 though, Jen came back to the party to drive me home, which was probably for the best, as I had to get SOME sleep, so I could have stamina for Saturday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got up, slightly hungover.. Which is saying something, because ive never really been hungover in my life! I tried to eat kraft dinner, but was just like..urrrrg no food. And then Jen and Dave came to pick me up to go watch Megan and Mike play badminton ( cutest couple EVER)  and then we went early to Alleahs p-tay!&lt;br /&gt;Now THIS party was even crazier than the night before! I met all of Alleahs nutso awesome theatre Mal friends! They remind me so much of myself, its eerie! anyways, lots of people showed up, and there was a LOT of drinking, dancing, and making out. Also lots of sex in bedrooms, haha.  I met this guy JC, who somehow I ended up making out hardcore with in the kitchen ( what is it with me and kitchens??) and then fooling around with in the futon room. That was all fine and good until stephen just turned weird, and basically stole the bed I was in just so JC couldnt come back and sleep ( literal, actual sleep) with me. And he kept trying to take me away from the rest of the crowd to sit, which I didnt want to do at all! He was being soo weird! I mean, it appeared like he was jealous, but what the hell would he be jealous of? maybe he was just being protective though, hes like that. In the morning, JC came in to see if I was doing okay, and Stephen kind of snapped at him. Which is realllly unsual for him. I dont think ive ever heard Stephen even slightly mad since ive known him! But I guess it was just the night for doing out of character things. I mean, since when do I become a drunken skank?? Anyways, the morning with JC was kind of awkward, but whatever. I didnt regret doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I got up so early today.. and hung out with all the waking up hungover people for a while. Me and Alleah threw a chair over the deck.. i dont really remember why.. and then I went home so I could change and get to work. Work was like HELL today! I was so disoriented and sick! Oh well, I wont be doing THAT again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO yeah, thats the end to my craazy weekend! I hope the MalU theatres invite me out to their parties now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-113981498108975349?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/113981498108975349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=113981498108975349' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/113981498108975349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/113981498108975349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-about-time.html' title='Its About Time'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-112173693957497059</id><published>2005-07-18T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T18:35:39.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so I figured I should mention that Ive actually been posting on my msn spaces blog instead of this one, which would explain the lack of content. So if you want to keep reading my blog posts, add me to msn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-112173693957497059?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/112173693957497059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=112173693957497059' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/112173693957497059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/112173693957497059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-i-figured-i-should-mention-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111965627387892174</id><published>2005-06-24T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:44:59.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Afternoons Adventure</title><content type='html'>Today I had one mission, and one mission only: to procure myself a bathing suit, via the mall. I called up Mel, because she is always the best person to have with you when you are shopping, because she has enough good advice to be useful, but doesnt border on mother-like. Shopping with me, however, is not a very good time. Well, it is if Im just going to the mall to look around, and maybe buy something. But when I have something in mind, it is simply not fun. Not only do I have extremely high standards, but I also dont like talking to shopkeepers ( because I get really awkward) and I vary between being extraordinarily indesicive, to being an impulse buyer. So, because of all this, I'm glad Mel was there to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to every store imaginable to look for a bathing suit, but they were either ridiculously expensive, ridiculously hideous, or ridiculously small. There were some I liked that werent any of those things, but what I was looking for was a tank top, and like..boy short bottoms. Unfortunately, when things come in set they usually only have one of those two, and then the other half is either a bikini top, or a bikini bottom. Both of which are really gross on me, and I didnt want to wear. Eventually I settled on a tankini top from la Vie En Rose, and some black bottoms from Wal-Mart ( I am sooo stylish). I also bought a random halter top from Wal mart because it was 8 DOLLARS and I couldnt resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady who I think was an android gave us free knives. She was giving a demo on forever sharp knives, and she would ask questions to the audience, and even if no one answered, she would be like, thats GREAT! Rather like she was programmed.... anyways, we got free paring knives, and I gave mine to Mel so that she would have knives in her new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE also said hi to all the people that were working, like Cora, Leah, and Rob. Oh, and saw Alleah and Sean and talked to them while we stopped for a bite to eat. We made Alleah go up to Rob ( who she has never met) and tell him he was sexy WHILE HE WAS WORKING, and he didnt get it until he looked up and saw me and Mel convulsing with laughter on the other side of the foodcourt. He may kill me the next time he sees me, but it was TOTALLY worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home just a little while ago, and I wont be going out again until 8, because Glenn is having some people over to watch movies ( huzzah!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111965627387892174?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111965627387892174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111965627387892174' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111965627387892174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111965627387892174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-afternoons-adventure.html' title='This Afternoons Adventure'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111905260466104957</id><published>2005-06-17T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T16:56:44.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done...</title><content type='html'>There. Its done. My entire highschool career... is completely over. Its weird, I know I SHOULD feel something.. sad, nostalgic, excited, relieved? I dont know, I feel nothing. Its like, okay, today was just another day, and life will go on. Theres a party tonight, thats normal. The weekend's going to be fun, thats normal. Everything seems so normal. Although it isnt. Whether my brain chooses to accept it or not, something has CHANGED. My life can NEVER go back to the way its been for the past 12 years, which is pretty much all I can remember. It'll probably hit me sooner or later. The complete end of an era. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other, more upbeat news... The Seussical casting was done, and I'm sour Kangaroo!!!! it is SOOO the part I wanted too! She is so awesome.. basically think of my personality, and then multiply it by ten, and put it in animal form. And oh yeah, get it to sing like Aretha Franklin. And then youve got Sour Kangaroo. Its my first lead EVER!!! i am soo excited for this summer! Basically all my friends got leads too, so it is going to be tres stellar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, must go get ready for le party!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111905260466104957?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111905260466104957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111905260466104957' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111905260466104957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111905260466104957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/06/done.html' title='Done...'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111871153928332672</id><published>2005-06-13T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T18:12:19.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A ( Hopefully) Small Post on the Weekend</title><content type='html'>friday night, as most people know, I had some people over. It ended up being about 10, which is big enough to have a great time, without it being too big and noisy. I hope everyone had a fun time, I know I did! We were typical us, playing theatre games, and mind games, drinking pop and being kids. Most people left around 1-1:30, except for the few that slept over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday Mel and Laura were over to practice for choir testing on Tuesday. Alleah was supposed to come too, so that we could do Mr Sandman, but she never showed up. Just like she never showed up to my party the night before. Oh well, the three of us are going to do Blue Moon instead, and Alleah will just have to come up with her own performance.&lt;br /&gt;They didnt leave til about 5, which gave me an hour to get ready to go tho the show that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen picked me up at 6, and we went to Dover to see Festival. He payed for my ticket because I had no money, which I felt kind of bad about. The plays were awesome though! The ones we saw were: WElcome to the Moon, Andrea Has two Boyfriends, Nobody Sleeps, and Deliver Us Not. Welcome to the moon was largely confusing, and a lot of the time I was like, What the deuce? Andrea has Two Boyfriends was absolutely stunning, and I was shocked at the calibre of acting. Glenn made me cry like 4 times, and Megs was amazing..  Nobody Sleeps was okay, and Deliver Us Not was simply hysterical. tres, tres awesome.&lt;br /&gt;After the play, Stephen came back to my house so I could help him with his audition song a bit. I think he was a lot better by the end, which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday he picked me up again ( in the morning) So we could go to the auditions. I was only going to go for a couple hours to hang out with people, but Mr A kidnapped me and told me to evaluate the singers capability and ranges and stuff, which was pretty cool. Slightly tedious, but he's considering my suggestions when he casts, which is totally worth it. It was really hard not to be biased towards my friends though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it I guess... I didnt get to sleep last night until like, 3, because a few things kept running around in my brain, and it refused to shut off...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111871153928332672?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111871153928332672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111871153928332672' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111871153928332672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111871153928332672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/06/hopefully-small-post-on-weekend.html' title='A ( Hopefully) Small Post on the Weekend'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111837967835863188</id><published>2005-06-09T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:14:00.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreams From Last Night</title><content type='html'>Okay, last night I had the weirdest series of dreams ive had in a while. I think they all may be connected somehow... but I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I had a dream that I was getting married. Dont ask to who, because I dont really know. I think he was a guy that doesnt actually exist, but he existed in my head. So I'm going to get married, and I'm wearing a wedding dress, getting ready to walk down the aisle. i think I must have loved the guy, because I was really nervous/excited, and I probably would have been dreading it if I didnt really know him. So my bridesmaids come up to me, and asked me if I was nervous. Which I was. My bridesmaids, if you are curious, were Alleah, Laura, and Mel, and they were all wearing these really gorgeous dresses that werent really bridesmaids dresses. They had long flowy, deep purple skirts, and black strapless tops, which were kind of corset like... They had those strips of fabric on the front, and tied up at the back. Very pretty. Anyways, one of the bridesmaids ( or all, they may have spoken as one) brought it to my attention that I wasnt wearing any shoes. But I was like, it doesnt matter, the wedding is about to start. So they sat down, and I started wlaking down the aisle. But not slowly, and to the beat like you are supposed to, I just kind of sauntered down. And the band didnt notice, so they were late coming in playing music. When I got to the front, there was my hoooot fiance waiting for me. I think he was in his 20's, but I cant be sure. So then the priest guy says some stuff, and then we were like, we are OUTTA there. But then i realized the priest missed a lot of stuff. So he said, oh yeah, kiss her, and youre married. So thats what we did. And then we went to this party where we mingled with all of our married friends, and opened presents ( which were mostly toasters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this led into my second dream, which I wasnt actually in, but was watching. My new husband, who worked in the mountains doing something important, was coming home, and was driving through a really long tunnel when an avalanche blocked both ways out. A whole bunch of other people were stuck in the tunnel too, and it turned out to be kind of like a maze, and they found what can only be described as a broken down McDonalds. The only thing there was to eat was freeze dried fries, and it was really cold, and I actually have no idea if they survived. Im pretty sure my husband died, because the next thing I know, I was at Lauras house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this part of the dream, Lauras house had magnified to really large proportions, and the coffee table in her living room was like one of those 16 person dining tables you see in castles. In fact, we may have all been in a castle. Anyways, a bunch of people were there, and I was like, my husband just died. So Shane popped up and was like, thats no fun! lets play a game! SO he gave us all scripts and told us to find a partner and act it out. Sam Steele was there for some reason, and acted it outwith someone else, I dont remember who, but she really sucked. Then Stephen grabbed my hand and was like, come on, lets do it! So we acted out this scene, and then Shane yelled "Bravo! you both get the parts!" even though we werent actually auditioning for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, lastly, I had this really obscure dream that has nothing to do with any of the aforementioned dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was walking around this road with impossibly green bushes on either side. And I stopped and looked at the bushes/trees for a while. Then, I realized, while I could look to my right, or to my left, my eyes would automatically be averted from what i was staring at. I thought this was really weird, so I concentrated as hard as possible on that one area. I concentrated so hard that the bushes simply..parted, and i could walk through. They closed behind me, but I barely noticed because I was too busy staring at what was in front of me. Basically I was in this ENORMOUS field, that was surrounded on all sides by trees. COmpletely closed in. And directly in front of me, was Noahs Ark. Not even kidding. It was so huge. Like, If I was an ant, it was a golden retriever, it was so big. And I could see animals all over it, wandering around. And then this giant robot creature walked up. I dont know if any of you guys have seen the Gumby Movie, but if you have, you know the red blockheads in it? Thats kind of what this thing looked like, except it wasnt red, it was a bunch of colors, and it obviously had a mouth and teeth. This creature was easily the same height as the ark, so I was a little afraid of it. And for some reason, it was attacking the ark, and all the citizens of this place came running up and was like, you have to save the ark! its our pride and joy! And the only way to beat the monster, was to beat his basketball team. But before I did that, I had to get away from the creature itself, So one of the people gave me their dune buggy and I drove across the field to where the basketball court was. I picked my team, ( James Greenaway, Dayna Jones, and Alleah) and we started to play. We were doing fairly well, but then Alleah came up to me, jumped on my back, and then stole the ball. I was like, Alleah! Youre on MY team! And she said, "oh, im sorry, I didnt know the rules." So I kicked her off the team, and then we ended up winning because in my dream I was fabulous at basketball.  Then all of a sudden this giant truck just appeared, with an electricity tower on it, and a bunch of SWAT-like people all in white ( kind of like the ghostbusters)  dropped from above and yelled "He's weak! lets get him!" So somehow they managed to subdue the monster. And then the film crew from my school showed up and were like, wow, we got it all on camera. We're going to put it in the grad video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my alarm rang and I got up. Isnt that INSANE?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111837967835863188?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111837967835863188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111837967835863188' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111837967835863188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111837967835863188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-dreams-from-last-night.html' title='My Dreams From Last Night'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111818820516291608</id><published>2005-06-07T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:50:15.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you ever have one of those weeks of extremes, where everything is eiher really really good, or really bad?? OKay, let me start a while back, perhaps last Wednesday. We had our end of the year choir concert, which was a fantastic night! the choir sounded magnificent, and we got a standing ovation, and I mean, we all had fun. Which is what really counts, right? A bunch of my friends came, which I really appreciated, because I know choir can be really boring to some people. Laura said a little speech about mrs Sinclair being awesome, and then started to almost-cry, and we sang our finale.. After the concert, a bunch of us went to Dairy Queen and hung out for a while, which was cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then not much happened until Friday after school. I was supposed to be burning my Blackout DVD's for the screening party which was THAT NIGHT, but some gods must have been against me that day. I spent four hours, and ten bucks worth of DVD"S trying to make the stupid thing, and it didnt work! I was so frusturated and disappointed! And I kept thinking that all my friends would be really disappointed and not want to go to Lauras.. however, my day wuickly brightened when I actually GOT to Lauras, and my friends appeared! They all assured me that it was cool about the video, and they could all see it later, and that any excuse to hang out was a good one. We had an excellent friday night. We chatted for a long time, and played Romance, and I Never, and then talked some more. Great fun! Laura was really pleased because she rarely hangs otu with Stefanie, glenn, Cora, MArtha, etc, but really likes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was dull for the most part until I picked up Laura at 6 and went to Stephens for his birthday party. Im still sore today from all the bruises I acquired that night! Maybe I shyould explain that.. :P Because I was with a bunch of boys, I couldnt help doing boyish things. All the other girls were on the grass being weenies, while I played volleyball, and roughhoused. Actually, with the exception of Kate, who was tackling right along with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Highlights of the party:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wrestling with Tim, because he actually tries, and we're on equal footing. Also it was funny when his shirt came undone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching five guys try to light a barbecue for ten minutes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watching Martha and kevin act like a married couple&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being picked up by Rob like I weighed as much as a cat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mocha icing on the cake!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hanging out with Stephens crowd, who I dont often see&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Seeing Geoff dash out of the backyard away from girls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;playing v-ball ( to the best of my ability, which isnt much)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;singing Seussical songs after almost everyone had left&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;there was much more fun stuff, but thats the condensed version&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lowlights: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, there was only really one, and that was kind of fun anyways&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being carried on Tims shoulders and thinking I was going to fall off and DIE.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday was the day of Seussical auditions, which started out terrible, and ended up being an awesome day. In the morning, I couldnt sing at all, and I was freaking out. I dont know why, but my voice just wouldnt work properly! I was seriously considering not going, when Kevin drove up to pick me up. lame. But, I was glad I went later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First off, only seven people showed up; Me, Kevin, NIcole, Mel, Laura, Rosie, and this girl named Wallis. This was cool, because it was a good atmosphere, knowing everyone and all. Me and KEvin got to do a scene with Mr and Mrs Mayor, which actually went really well, and was uber fun to perform. Then, it was time for my singing audition, which I was less than psyched about. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was singing The One feather Tail of Gertrude McFuzz, and I started normally, just singing. Then Mr A was like, stop. JUst stop. So I did. Then he said, now sing as Gertrude. So I did as good a job as I could of acting like Gertrude. Then he made me do it as a monologue, which was really tough, as I have never actually done a monologue before, especially spur of the moment.  Then he got up, rummaged around for a while, found a phone prop, and unplugged a cord. Then he tied the cord to my pants, and handed it to me syaing "this is your tail, now sing it again". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I got really into it. I swung it around mournfully, and at appropritate times, played with it, looked at with disdain, and at the climax of the song, tossed it aside, klicked it a few times, and scuffed my foot on the floor in true Gertrude style. Mr A said he was really impressed, sp I was pleased with myself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we all hung around chatting and doing a lot of nothing while waiting for Laura M to get there for the dance audition. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday night I went to dinner and the movies with my mom, and saw the Longest yard, which was suprisingly funny. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"He's so fast, he makes fast people look...not fast." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday kind of sucked. Maybe i was just in an emo mood, but everything seemed to suck more than it should have. Like the four part harmony stuff at gators. ARG. I was so frusturated. When I cant learn a part that I know isnt hard I freak out, and throw things. Its stupid, I know, but I just cant help it. Oh well, today was better. ( but still dull)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only 7 days of school left!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;listening to: Seussical music ( surprised?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;thinking about: the summer, and how excited I am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111818820516291608?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111818820516291608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111818820516291608' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111818820516291608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111818820516291608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/06/do-you-ever-have-one-of-those-weeks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111777320688279236</id><published>2005-06-02T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:33:26.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this is ridiculously accurate</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #D3CEF5; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;Your Expression Number is 9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=" font: 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #E8E5FA; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;An idealist and humanitarian, you strive to make the world a better place.You do your best when you follow your feelings and sense of compassion.Deep down, you dream of being loved by many.&lt;br /&gt;You are capable of much human understanding and have a lot to give to others.While you are very ambitious, you never lose site of perspective.You have an abundance of creative talents... you just need to tap into them.&lt;br /&gt;Although you are a giving person, you can become selfish if you are ignored.If you are not able to help people, you tend to shelf your talents.Without others, you become aloof and start to lack sensitivity.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourexpressionnumberquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Expression Number?&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/7664733-111777320688279236?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111777320688279236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111777320688279236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111777320688279236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111777320688279236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-ridiculously-accurate.html' title='this is ridiculously accurate'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111777312155453396</id><published>2005-06-02T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T21:32:11.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="COLOR: black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="400" align="center" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #66ccff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: The Charismatic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/bt/bt/charismatic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're beyond seductive, you're downright magnetic!You life live and approach seduction on a grand scale.You have an inner self confidence and energy that most people lackIt's these talents that make you seem extraordinary - and you truly are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Is Your Seduction Style?&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/7664733-111777312155453396?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111777312155453396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111777312155453396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111777312155453396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111777312155453396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/06/your-seduction-style-charismaticyoure.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111769225436381880</id><published>2005-06-01T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T23:04:14.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.humanforsale.com" title="How much am I worth?"&gt;I am worth $2,057,820 on HumanForSale.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111769225436381880?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111769225436381880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111769225436381880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111769225436381880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111769225436381880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-worth-2057820-on-humanforsale.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111708929624695659</id><published>2005-05-25T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:34:56.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is Llowyn's birthday! Huzzah for Llowyn! He, being 19 now, has become the oldest of my group of close friends.  I wish we could have thrown him a birthday party, or at least done SOMETHING. Something better than a simple happy birthday over msn, that is. I mean, theres lots of stuff I could have done, with time and effort. But those are two things I am sadly lacking in lately. Time, because it is late Spring, and everyone knows May is the craziest month for anyone, but especially performers. Effort because.. well, because its late Spring and school is almost over...forever! And I just cant seem to muster up any kind of productive energy, unless its to like, go to the beach or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Who is psyched for this summer??? I AM!! I was looking through pictures of last summer ( when am I not) and I recall it being the best time EVER! I'm sure there were a lot of crappy times too, but I prefer to think of it as perfect. I just know that this summer's going to be even better, what with all my friends being so awesome :P Also, since Spring break, my mom has been pretty much letting me go where I want, when I want, so thats stellar! And I plan to utilize my July bus pass to the MAX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, more on current events: Not that there has been much. Well, Friday was Musicfest, which was a lot of excellent fun! Getting up 45 minutes earlier was no picnic, but it was sure worth it! We took the 8:30 ferry, when all the choir was still groggy eyed and gross, but the ferry ride was fun anyways. I spent most of my time with Mel, Laura, Alleah ( the usual crowd) and also Sasja and Nicola, just chatting and hanging out. And then I spent one of the more comfortable half hours of my life, sitting with my back to the rumbling walls of the ship, surrounded by close friends, reading a good book. Maybe its weird that I liked that so much. Whatever.   The day was really fun, with lots of travel, and singing, and listening to singing. There werent any specific highlights, or else I would relate them to you. The thing I liked most about the day was how much like old times it was. With Collective, I mean. Alleah was back to her old self! I hadnt realized how much I missed that, and her. I was really worried that by school on Tuesday she would have gone back to her new self... but it seems to be lasting, for a little while at least! Which is convenient, as we need to be learning new stuff for the June 1st concert! Which, i am expecting EVERYONE to go to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um, blah blah blah, we came home on the 9 o clock ferry... blah blah blah. Im tired and going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111708929624695659?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111708929624695659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111708929624695659' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111708929624695659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111708929624695659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/05/today-is-llowyns-birthday-huzzah-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111674059887380258</id><published>2005-05-21T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T12:36:56.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekend</title><content type='html'>Jesus Mary and Joseph it has been a mighty long time since I last posted! But, because of my absoultey horrid memory, i can only recall backto last Friday, so you only get an update from then. Hopefully I have enough blogging stamina to get through an entire weeks events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fridau afternoon was really fun. I went to Futureshop with Gareth for the first time in a while, and it felt like old times. We took a bunch of random CD's off the shelves and tried them out, discovering many new awesome bands. Unfortunately to do that, you must sift through all the random awful stuff that looked interesting at first glance. Some bands you should check out : The Libertines, The Bravery, and Thirteen Senses.&lt;br /&gt;After school my mom picked me up and we drove to Errington to see our favorite Tarot card reader, which was really cool. She didnt day anything really life altering, but it was fun all the same. On the way back to town i bought the thirteen senses CD that i had discovered earlier in the day, and have listened to nothing else since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night I went to Dovers Arts night, because all of my friends who werent busy or lame were going to be there. Plus, i had heard that Kevin wore a dress, and that I could simply not miss. I mean, I have seen Gareth in a pink frilly dress, a yellow old fashioned dress, and even a tube dress.. but never before have I seen Kevin in one. So I put on my slightly skanky green and black lace shirt, and off I trounced to Dover. And by trounced, i mean I caught the number 2 ( and accidentaly got off at the wrong stop :P). I got there at around 6:15, and since the show didnt start until 7, i got to hang out with Stef, martha and Glenn, listening to Stephen/ Grace/James/Shaun etc rock out in extreme jazz, and appreciate all the awesome art in the atrium. The show was fantasic. Like seriously, I was so entertained. Katie and Jen were hysterical, as usual, especially katie's story about the wine! Stef's little grade eights did a hilarious lip synch to I'm a Believer, which was so cute! Mel and Rosie's song was great, and so was most everything else... but the unquestionedhighlight of the night was pyramus and thisbe! I swear to god i hadnt laughed so hard in absolute ages! Megs as the stagefrightened narrator! I still cant believe she memorized all those lines! Nicole "Oh wall! oh...lovely wall! oh, wonderful, lovely wall!" was amazingly funny, and then Kevin. Oh my. that was simply brilliant!&lt;br /&gt;So after the THREE HOUR SHOW ( not complaining, it was great) I helped Stephen carry the piano out to his car, and then was hanging out around the band room with Glenn, when creepy Cale ( the guy who hits on Martha all the time) came to talk to us. Ive never actually spoken to him before, I only know who he is because of visiting the drama class last semester. Anyways, so he comes up to me and Glenn, and is like, "hey there Glenn!" and Glenn, being so hostile towards him ( for obviosu reasons) just kind of looked at him. And then Cale looked awkward for a second, and started to walk past. But then he like, rubbed my shoulder and was like, nice to meet you... And I was all EEW EEW never touch me again and leave forever. So after that, we went outside and hung out with Stef and Martha, until Stef drove me home. Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I woke up at nine, and got ready really fast because my mom said we were going to leave for Victoria at 10. Mel arrived at about quarter to, so we left right on schedule. It wasnt the greatest of rides, because my mom was in a really melancholy mood that morning, and Mel was in the backseat so she couldnt hear anything. And for some reason the three of us couldnt agree on music. But i got an ice cap, as usual for my victoria trips :) We got to Tiffany's house around 12:15, and I had forgotten, but she was in the midst of packing for her new place. We were only there for about ten minutes before we took Tiffany's car and drove downtown, where my mom simply dropped off me and Mel and told us to have fun. This is very unusual behaviour from my mom, but greatly appreciated. Hanging out with Mel downtown was weird... She seemed to be in a really bad mood, so it was like trying to make small talk with a post. I didnt really know what was going on, and she wouldnt tell me. One of the only things that bothers me about Mel, is that when she's upset, she tells everyone its no big deal, but then continues to act upset ( so it IS a big deal). So we just kind of wandered around for a while, me making awkward conversation. Eventually I was hungry so we went to this cafe place, and I bought some pizza ( and Mel discovered the most delicious drink in the world, a London Fog) and Mel started talking! This was good, and we ended up staying there for over an hour. AFter that, things were back to normal, and we had good times looking in little shops, and I even bought my mom some little heart magnets to make her feel better. Unfortunately, a little after that, we got hopelessly lost. Well, maybe not so much &lt;strong&gt;hopelessly&lt;/strong&gt; lost. We were trying to find some specific stores/roads, which just happened to be nowhere to be found. Sooner or later, we got back on track, and then had to book it back to the car to meet up with my mom and Tiffany. we left shortly after that, as it was about 5:15. The ride home was much the same, as my mom was still sad ,and Mel still couldnt hear anything.. oh well, I sang at the top of my lungs and had fun. Although I always feel weird after being to the city. I dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got back into town around 7:15, and I had to rush around really fast and get ready, because I was meeting Stephen, Tim, and Laura at the Tsar at 7:30. I had to grab my video equipment too, because i was filming Laura's part in the music video that night. The four of us had a lot of fun that night, laughing and talking, and I almost convinced Stephen to join arts alive! anyone who loves to sing as much as him should definitely go into it. Almost every song that came over the speaker woudl be belted out by me and him. oh what fun! around 11 me and Laura were going to have to leave to catch the last bus back, but the boys didnt want us to go, so Stephen said he would drive us all back individually ( because he is so nice) even though we said it was allright. Anyways, we decided to go for a walk for fun, and then go back to Starbucks after to get the car. The walk was dark, and cold, and it started to rain, but none of us cared. we ended up going so far that the boys just decided to walk us home instead of driving, so thats what we did. and we told stories, and sang songs, and it was wonderful fun. They stayed at Lauras for a while to rest before their big trek back to Starbucks, but eventually had to leave :( But then i got to film! Which was really hilarious, but I think turned out really well. WE ended up staying up til 2 in the morning talking, because we hadnt had a sleepover with just the two of us in sooo long. But then her mom came in and told us we should go to bed because Laura was still kind of sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I stayed a lot later than I was planning to. I was supposed to go to the beach to film for Miriams video, but she never got ahold of me, so i figured it was cancelled. I didnt leave Lauras until about 2, because i'm a slovenly laze-orb. Spent a nice little day around my house, doing a lot of nothing besides getting ready for the film shoot that night. I left a message at the Moddles house to let them know where Cora's house was for the shoot, and then I called Gareth to remind him about it. Well. gareth said, well, i cant get a ride. I was like, thats not problem, I can pick you up! But then he was like, "actually... i never wanted to do it in the first place, so Im not coming." ........ I was speechless. I asked him if he would do it three freaking weeks ago, and he said that he would. Being my best friend, I assumed he would pull through on this favour for me. But no. And the thing that made me most angry, was that he wasnt even going to call me and tell me. He was just going to not show up, so I would have had to flounder around searching for someone else to play the part.Needless to say I was really mad. So I just said, whatever Gareth, and hung up. Luckily I got ahold of Cora and she said she was willing to play the bass for me. I went over to Cora's place around 6, because everyone else was supposed to arrive at 7, and I knew that it would take at least an hour to set up. Cora's house is so awesome! I mean, theyve got a STUDIO! Thats where we were filming, and it was like heaven for the musically inclined. I didnt really get to utilize the stuff though, because i had to spend forever taping up random paraphernalia of Laura up on the walls. Seriously, that girl has awards to last a lifetime. Around quarter to 7, Glenn, Stef, and Martha showed up. Glenn, cause he's my drummer, and Stef and martha because they had nothing to do and all of us were at Cora's. Being my bass player in a supposed all guy band, Cora decided it would be quite fun to dress up like a guy! So we bound her chest with duct tape, made her wear my Men With Brooms touque, and orange snowboarder shades. She looked remarkably guy like, for someone who looks nothing like one normally. Stephen showed up a little later, and then we EMOFIED him and Glenn! It was so awesome, they looked suprisingly good with eye makeup and emo-ness. Then, we all jammed for a while, because jamming is fun. I cant believe we a) let Stephen at a piano b) put Glenn in the vicinity of a drum set and c) gave me a microphone. We played/sang jazz tunes, and Muse, and whatever else we could think of. However, we then realized it was nearing 8 o clock and the Moddles ( my lead singer and guitarist) had not shown up yet! This brought me frightfully close to panic, as that meant we only had an hour to film ( and I couldnt reschedule) and oh, WE WERE MISSING TWO MORE BAND MEMBERS! So, the only logical thing to do, was dress up like a guy and be my own lead singer. Seriously, THAT was the best idea I could come up with under the circumstances. I would have made Stef do it, but she didnt know the song well enough, and neither did Martha ( who ended up playing guitar) . So then Stef became my camera person. I had to put my hair up tight and wear a fedora, and also duct tape myself together, which was actually quite entertaining ( as was spinning around getting the tape off, later). The filming was spectacular. I got a lot of awesome shots, and we had a really stellar time making it! I was kind of angry/worried about Geoff and Monkey though. They never came, and we ALL know that Geoff is the worst driver EVER. Anyway, at 9:30 I had to leave, it being a Sunday night and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of the boys being emo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v154/Briannablack/Picture307.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111674059887380258?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111674059887380258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111674059887380258' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111674059887380258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111674059887380258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-weekend.html' title='Last Weekend'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111535616620669734</id><published>2005-05-05T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T22:09:26.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blogger blogger blogger... I had nothing to do, so I figured I would post or something.  Well, really, I SHOULD be practicing my folk song, but.. its late and I dont like singing in front of my sister, cause she'll just make fun of me. I should be practicing because I decided on a different song today. Actually, my MOM decided on a different song for me. It was going to be between Irish Lullaby and Married to a Mermaid, but I sung them both for my mom today, and she was like.. "theyre &lt;strong&gt;okay"&lt;/strong&gt; and then I randomly started singing Suo Gan, a Welsh song I only know the English words too, and she was like, oh my GOD you have to sing that one. And I really like the sing, and I DO sound good on it.. but theres one problem. The english lyrics are TRES lame and i dont want to sing them, meaning I would have to learn the Welsh words. And If you have ever tried to pronounce welsh words without a guide you will understand why this a  problem. But my mom is pretty much forcing me to sing Suo Gan, so I guess I'll just have to try really hard. Lucky for me, weird languages really impress the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, not much is up or happened. The rest of my weekend was awesome too. On MOnday I ended up sleeping til 11 ( after going to bed at 11) so I was all caught up on missed sleep from the night before. And then Laura called me to see if I wanted to go see Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy with her, Tim, Marcus, Leah, and Stephen, which i have been DYING to see! so at 5 I went over there to hang out with the five of them, and eat dinner, and we listened to the CD I made Laura which had my new favorite Queen song on it, Dont Stop Me Now.  Around 7 we went to the movies, Laura ,Tim, Marcus, and Leah piled into Sharons car, and I went with Stephen, which was ultra fun, because we sang songs from his piano book all the way. Unfortunately, i had Favorite Things stuck in my head for 8 years afterwards, and Stephen nearly got us in an accident because he was looking at the music instead of the road :P&lt;br /&gt;So we arrived at the theatre, and who should we run into but Geoff, Rob, David, Jen, and Aly! Which is pretty much the Saturday night crowd ( as I have taken to calling them) so we all sat together. The movie was ultra fab! It didnt follow the book to the letter, but I wasnt really expecting it too, as movies rarely do. It was really funny though, and I laughed pretty loud.&lt;br /&gt;After the movie Marcus, Leah, Tim, laura, Jen, and Aly all had to go home, but I stood outside with Stephen, Geoff, Rob, and David talking in a circle. After about 15 minutes I was like, hey, are we going to stand otu here for an hour or should we go somewhere?  SO we decided to go to Haz-beans. But Stephen cant drive properly :P so we ended up on the highway, with the boys'following us in Geoffs car. At the next light Stephen had to yell at them from his window that we decided to go to the Tsar instead because  [now] it was closer.&lt;br /&gt;we ended up chatting at Starbucks for an hour and a half, until they closed and kicked us out.  It was an awesome night though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week was extraordinarily dull in comparison to my stellar weekend. Oh, except on Wednesday when I brought Lauras b-day present over to her house ( the Phantom) and we watched it. It was just as good as ever! And im watching it again on Saturday night with some people! huzzah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, tomorrow is Friday, which also means it is lauras birthday party! fun and excellence!! I can hardly wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111535616620669734?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111535616620669734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111535616620669734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111535616620669734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111535616620669734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/05/blogger-blogger-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111500288703778080</id><published>2005-05-01T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T21:31:19.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PROM!</title><content type='html'>So yesterday/last night/ this morning was just about the BEST THING EVER!!! All those people who claim prom is overrated are either lame, have no friends, or didnt go to Dover prom ;)&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, i had such an amazing time. It started Saturday at 1:30 with my first appointment. Because I had no real plan of what I wanted to do with my hair, I was worried that it wouldnt turn out. Or else that she would do something ugly and my prom would be ruined! ( as you can probably tell, i overreact often) So the hairdresser put it all up in curlers and sent me off to makeup. It was really neat, being made up professionally, because the lady who does it looked at my face in the exact scrutinizing way I would look at a half finished painting. It was interesting to think of makeup as art. When that was done, i went back to hair for about an hour that was spent being fussed over with 8 million bobby pins and a flurry of activity. Oh, and of course, my tiara...*blush blush*&lt;br /&gt;When it was all finished she spun me around in the chair and I looked at myself in the mirror and I was like... wow. I mean.. wow. I didnt know I could look so good. My hair was done up in all these shiny loops and pinned into place, with my sparkly tiara, and my makeup looked GREAT! I was so ecstatic. By now it was about 3:30, so I went home and put on my lovely lovely dress, and my fabulous white shoes, and my earrings, and Mels periwinkle necklace.. and oh.. the whole package was just so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom got to Lauras wine and cheese at about 4, and everyone was just about to take a bunch of pictures. Laura, Alleah, and Mel were standing on the front lawn looking gorgeous, and I ran up with them surrounded by a flood of compliments. It was slightly odd, standing there being photographed with a large crowd of onlookers. Kind of neat though. Then the guys ( Geoff, Gareth, Tim, and Sean) got into some pictures with us. The wine and cheese was fairly short for me, as we got there late, but mostly we sat around admiring each other for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 5 we drove down to PROM!!!! The beginning was kind of lame, because it was just everyone arriving, and milling about, and there was a lot of confusion as to where people were and stuff. I sat at the "UN table" with Geoff, Mel, gareth, Laura, Tim, Rosie, and Brad, next to the table with Marcus, Leah, Rob, Courtney, Geoff M, Victor, David, and Brendan.&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was fun too, but we were all really psyched for the dance...&lt;br /&gt;Which was, indescribable.. I mean, it was absolutely magnificent, phenomenal, and all things great and wonderful! The room was filled with beautiful people in beautiful outfits in our pseudo New York... We all danced and danced and danced, even to the bad songs, and I think I only sat out maybe, three songs. The evening went by in a blur of sweat and strobelights, and sometimes the world appeared to move in slow motion. There were so many song flashbacks.. like Backstreet Boys, and the Spice Girls, and Ace of Base...  I danced with anybody and everybody, fast and slow, good and bad... it was so fun!! It was weird though, I barely hung out with the people I thought I would see most, like Mel, Geoff, gareth, and the rest of the theatre crowd..  My shoes were killing me by the end but I simply didnt care because the whole event was simply too fabulous!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 11:45 me, Laura, and Tim went outside to meet my mom, which was like leaving a dream world of chaos. I swear to God, I could have danced  in that dark and sparkle all night and then some.  But oh well. I was still excited for the rest of the night! We went back to my place to change ( me into my stunning afterparty outfit, which my mom said made me look like a movie star) and we met up with Geoff, Mel, and Gareth to go to Barbaras party. I wasnt really in the mood for her party.. i guess because all I wanted to do was keep talking to the people I had spent the evening with.. but hardly any of them were at Barbaras. And it was kind of lame.. because I was so pumped from the dance and ready to keep being high energy, but everyone there was slumped on the floor being tired..and watching Alleah and Sean get smashed. It WAS nice to see Barbara and Llowyn, although I dont think Llowyn had a particularly good time at Barsby prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left at 1:30, a half hour early, to go off to Kates party. There were about 15 people there, the crowd i hung out with at prom, plus Ryan, Jen, and some other people I dont know. We looked at some pictures from Stephens digital camera, and listened to some tunes, and made fun of Brendan, general good times! Then we all trooped down to the beach at about 2:30 in the morning because we were all still boisterous and had unbounding energy to spare!! The beach was fun! it was dark and we couldnt see much, but it was really nice sitting on driftwood and singing songs and having a ball! wlaking back up the many flights of stairs was not as fun, especially not with Stephen's camera and its blinding flash! :P  we hung out some more at Kates place, singing, dancing, playing with pictures, being weird.. etc until about 5, when we went on the 45 minute walk to Tims house ( I skipped most of the way, as it was more fun) for breakfast, which a bunch of mums were making for us. This was all fine and good but by the time it was ready most of us were either splayed on the floor half asleep, or dozing on the couches.  Most people left around 8, and i couldnt help an overwhelming feeling of sadness when they left, because it was such an amazing night and then all of a sudden it was over... Anyway, i got home at 8:30, and it took me another half hour to take out all the bobby pins stuck in my medusa like hair, and then i just crashed until 5 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what a Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took a bunch of pics, and when I get them developed I'll try and scan them and put some on here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111500288703778080?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111500288703778080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111500288703778080' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111500288703778080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111500288703778080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/05/prom.html' title='PROM!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111482330067502376</id><published>2005-04-29T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T18:08:20.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So excited for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PROM!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111482330067502376?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111482330067502376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111482330067502376' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111482330067502376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111482330067502376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-excited-for-prom.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111465336540849245</id><published>2005-04-27T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T18:56:05.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly</title><content type='html'>So what news would you like to get first? I suppose the bad. Well. After prom is ruined. Or maybe i'm overreacting. Either way, everyone &lt;strong&gt;knows&lt;/strong&gt; how much I hate changing plans right? weeeell, plans are a-changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what the plan was: 1:30 hair appointment&lt;br /&gt;                                   2:30 makeup&lt;br /&gt;                                   3:30 Wine and Cheese @ Laura's&lt;br /&gt;                                   5:00 pictures&lt;br /&gt;                                   5:30 go to prom!!&lt;br /&gt;                                   6:30 dinner&lt;br /&gt;                                   8:00 dance&lt;br /&gt;                                   12:00 everyone goes to my house to change&lt;br /&gt;                                   12:30 Tims' crowds party (victor or kates)&lt;br /&gt;                                   2:00 Barbara's for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found out yesterday that Barb's party is only going to go til 2, which is when the other one ends as well... this changes EVERYTHIN. I mean, isnt prom supposed to be this all night party with all your friends to commemorate all the fun times??? Now my night ends at 2.. this is the saddest thing ever. I guess a few of us will go to Laura B's house.. somehow that is just NOT the same. I mean, prom is supposed to be so special! But we have parties at Laura's all the time... And there wouldnt be any drinking, which I'M fine with, but a lot of others wont be. *sigh*... I KNOW I'm overreacting, but it is just so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and note to Barbara, I dont want you to feel bad about this or anything, I know its not your fault, or your moms... its just one of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, onto the good news! Well, come to think of it, this news has negative potential as well.. but nevermind.  Our choir got invited to Musicfest!!! isnt that exciting?? And because its in Vancouver this year, we SHOULD be able to go! it would only cost 71$ for registration and the ferry ride, but a whole bunch of loser whiners in the choir were tlaking about how they couldnt pay that. Theyve got like, a month to fundraise! if they really cared, they could do it. And some other kids were saying they couldnt miss the ONE FREAKING DAY of school, which is the lamest excuse ive ever heard. It will just be unfair if I dont get to go because the people in the choir are stupid. Its my last year to be able to go, and we didnt get to go Montreal last year, which was s huge letdown. Nevertheless, I am tres tres excited at the prospect!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now lets see..is there any other news?? well, the finger I sprained last Sunday is still painful, purple, and gross, but whatev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling: excited/disappointed about both  prom and Musicfest&lt;br /&gt;listening to: Goodnight Goodnight - Hot Hot Heat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111465336540849245?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111465336540849245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111465336540849245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111465336540849245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111465336540849245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/04/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111429348019469993</id><published>2005-04-23T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T14:58:00.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I feel like I just dont belong??</title><content type='html'>I dont know why, but lately it seems I just dont fit in anywhere.. It really makes no sense, but when I'm with friends of mine, its like I'm not included in the conversation, and I just seem so out of place. I dont get it. I dont think I changed drastically, and I dont think my friends did either....Perhaps I am simply crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling: out of sorts&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: We Rise Again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111429348019469993?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111429348019469993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111429348019469993' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111429348019469993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111429348019469993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-do-i-feel-like-i-just-dont-belong.html' title='Why do I feel like I just dont belong??'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111388282625776330</id><published>2005-04-18T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T20:53:46.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a good day. I got three major ego boosts at three different things that I luuurve to do. And I know that youre thinking, oh great, the one thing Brianna needs.. but really guys, I've changed! I'm really not that sarcastic conceited jerkface you all knew and loved. Now i'm like, nice and whatnot. And because most of the ego wasnt real anyway, that wasnt hard to drop.  So anyways, in jazz choir today I casually mentioned to Mrs Sinclair that my mom was considering letting me take voice lessons, and she was like, " I'd LOVE to be able to teach you! I hope i can fit you into my schedule.." She was tres excited, moreso then when friends of mine began voice. So yeah, that made me feel pretty good. I was slightly inesecure about my voice yesterday because jazz choir was performing at Upper Island Honors Concert, and there were these girls who had freaking amazing voices.. and I was afraid that I'll never be that good. But then I realized they've had years of training, so theres hope for me yet.&lt;br /&gt;My second ego boost was today in art. I'm exceptionally close to being finished my gigantic banner for the downtown contest, which is all things GREAT and WONDERFUL because i've been slaving over it for over 20 hours, which meant working during my spare blocks and after school. Anyway, I got tons of compliments on it today, and several people have commented that they hope mine wins. Although that is fairly unlikely, because I am no terrific painter. My design was much better when done in pencil crayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly was this afternoon at rugby practice. I did really well at al lthe drills, and I'm not floundering around in the mud ( this is metaphorical, as I never *actually* floundered in mud)  being confused about whats going on. We did a bunch of drills on tackling real people, not dummies, and as it turns out, I am best tackler on my team due to my freakish, montrous strength. Its not even that i'm the biggest on my team either ( cause i'm not). I got a bunch of praise from my coaches, which is highly unusual, as they usually shout out things i've done wrong, not right, and I get to be like, the main forward when it comes to game time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just adore doing things full out, you know? I'm such the extremist. I just dont believe in doing anything half-assed. Sing as loud as you can, act as dramatic as possible, and tackle with every inch of your strength. You guys probably know what I'm talking about, right? It feels so good to do your BEST at something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, back to rugby, I have my very first game this Wednesday all the way out in Comox, and instead of being scared, I am so PUMPED! I called my dad and left a message on his machine to see if he'll come see me. I mean, Comox is only a ferry ride away from Powell River, and now that my dad is retired, it shouldnt be a huge deal for him to come and watch me play. I left it to kinda short notice though. Oh well. If he doesnt come, it will just be one more thing he's missed. Its not like there isnt a huge list of them already. Three years worth. *Sigh* ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go for now, but I might write some more later. I have to watch the BAchelor with my mom because... I am cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to: man for all season - Robbie Williams&lt;br /&gt;Feeling: extremely content&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111388282625776330?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111388282625776330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111388282625776330' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111388282625776330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111388282625776330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/04/today-was-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111326948111203545</id><published>2005-04-11T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T18:31:35.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: #eeeeee; 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Free Advanced Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;personality&lt;/a&gt; tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111326948111203545?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111326948111203545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111326948111203545' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111326948111203545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111326948111203545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/04/advanced-global-personality-test.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111316703343205968</id><published>2005-04-10T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:03:53.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz results</title><content type='html'>Wackiness: 190/100&lt;br /&gt;Rationality: 66/100&lt;br /&gt;Constructiveness: 136/100&lt;br /&gt;Leadership: 94/100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a WRCL--Wacky Rational Constructive Leader. This makes you a Golden God.You think fast and have a smart mouth, and you are a hoot to your friends and razorwire to your enemies. You hold a grudge like a brass ring. You crackle. Although you have a leader's personality, you often choose not to lead, as leaders stray too far from their audience. You probably weren't very popular in high school--the joke's on them!&lt;br /&gt;You may be a rock star.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111316703343205968?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111316703343205968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111316703343205968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111316703343205968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111316703343205968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/04/quiz-results.html' title='quiz results'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111307832258790606</id><published>2005-04-09T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:26:44.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So I'm Still sick. I'm thinking its maybe about time to go see a doctor.. But I hate doctors. I like to just get over illnesses on my own, but this has been going on for about three weeks, and its driving me crazy. I still cant sing properly, which is just about the worst thing in the world for someone like me. It'll seem like i'm getting better for a day or two, and then i'll go back to being sick enough to stay home. This is probably due to the fact that I havent slowed down the rest of my life enough to let my systems fix themselves. Thats why i'm kinda taking the rest of the weekend off. I didnt make any plans, and I'm going to hang around at home. I will probably get excruciatingly bored, but its all in the name of good health.&lt;br /&gt;Last night was really great, but I had a bad day beforehand. It seemed like a lot of people were mad at me for various things that I didnt think should have been a big deal, and it really sucked. Like, Rosie got really mad and upset because I didnt invite her to the fifties party. This, i didnt understand at all. People always comment how they like smaller parties better sometimes, so I decided I would only invite about 20 people, and then made the list. This means that inevitably some of our friends would be cut, right? yet, Rosie took it as a personal insult that she wasnt one of the 20. Well, you cant ALWAYS be one of the 20! Like, the last couple of smaller things we did, Shakespeare party, Princess party, pirate party, etc.. she was always invited to. And so it just happened that this time she wasnt. Why am I always getting blamed for excluding people?? Doesnt anybody realize that nobody can be invited to everything all the time! And if people just freaking made their own plans, they could invite whoever they bloody want. Oh man, I didnt mean that to turn into a rant, but it just BUGS me. I mean, this is more than just Rosie getting upset for not being invited, it happens with other people, and on other occasions. Somebody else can make the invite list next time, and it can be THEIR job to make sure everyone knows about it. And somebody else can play hostess. Maybe then someobdy will appreciate the effort I always put into making sure everyone is having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then for some reason Gareth got mad at me for "excluding" people too, and said he was tired of me excluding HIS friends from things, and he was being completely ridiculous. He acted really weird towards me the rest of the night too. Kind of distant and cold. It was odd, and I didnt like it. But of course he would never come right out and say whats on his mind. baaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then at school I was outside on the benches with Barbara and Gareth, when Alleah randomly walked out and sat with us. I casually mentioned to her this tidbit of something.. i dont really remember what, and she started FREAKING OUT at me. Like, im not even joking, she just yelled at me for like 5 minutes, onthe weirdest things which really made no sense, and she kept changing the subject of her anger. Finally I was just like, I cant take this anymore, and walked away, Barbara following closely behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was day, anyway. Later though, was the fifties party at Lauras, which I was looking forward to immensley! I dressed up in my brown and pink dress, and put my hair up and everything, and went to Lauras around 6. Me, Mel, and Tim helped set up for the party, and ate fake hamburgers, and then hula hooped like mad because Lauras mom had bought two of them for us. It was great, because never before was I ever able to hula hoop at ALL and then all of a sudden i could do it brilliantly. I ended up hula hooping for most of the night actually, cause im weird that way. So we had a Swell old time dancing to fifties tunes, giving each other fifties names ( like Peggy Sue, or Skip) making ice cream floats, and just hanging around. It was really great. Sometimes smaller parties ARE better. Around 12-12:30 most people left, but Barbara, Llowyn, Mel, and I stayed chatting with Laura, and then Laura went to bed and we all stayed for a while anyways. It was really nice, because I rarely ever get to talk to Barbara and Llowyn. Then around 1 or 2 they left, and me and Mel went to bed and talked for an hour more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i'm going to do a lot of nothing, fun for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111307832258790606?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111307832258790606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111307832258790606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111307832258790606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111307832258790606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/04/so-im-still-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111257147278762208</id><published>2005-04-03T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:37:52.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mwahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mutedfaith.com/images/ev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com/quiz/vq.htm" target="new"&gt;What Type of Villain are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mutedfaith.com" target="new"&gt;mutedfaith.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111257147278762208?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111257147278762208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111257147278762208' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111257147278762208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111257147278762208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/04/mwahaha.html' title='Mwahaha'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111224782350282679</id><published>2005-03-30T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:43:43.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to update ( slightly)</title><content type='html'>I had an incredibly excellent Spring Break! I went out every day except Easter Sunday ( for obvious reasons) and attented every party/ event/ and gathering that I had intended to. I was sick for a large part of the week, unfortunately, but I didnt let that inhibit me much. Perhaps If I had I would be less sick now, but who wants to live in the future? Speaking of which, I should be getting rather scared at the prospect of graduating, but really, at the moment, it is the farthest thing from my mind. I am way too preoccupied with having a good time. Again, this may prove to be a mistake sometime, but right now i could care less. My mom gave me this huge lecture this morning about how im going to amount to nothing because socializing is my first priority. At least I do nothing to deny it. Its not like im trying to hide the fact that I am a huge slacker/bum who only cares about friends. I think there are way worse things to care about , really. What do you think? Is it better to be so success and career driven that you forget about the important things in life, but you will be well off in the future? or would you rather spend what are supposed to be the best years of your life spending time with the people who make you laugh, cry, smile... and the people you want to spend every minute of the day with because you know there is nothing that could possibly be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, I dont know where I'm going with this post. Im not reminiscent, exactly, more wistful, i suppose.  I really like the here and now, and I wish more people would appreciate their own. Everyone gets caught up in all the craziness that we deal with every day, whether its real hardcore problems or the latest scandal, and we forget all the little things that make us happy. What makes you happiest?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111224782350282679?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111224782350282679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111224782350282679' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111224782350282679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111224782350282679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/03/to-update-slightly.html' title='to update ( slightly)'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111116918802156509</id><published>2005-03-18T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T11:46:13.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Sports? Surely You Jest!</title><content type='html'>But its true! yesterday i joined the girls' rugby team at school! I had my first practice yesterday afternoon, which was tres intimidating because they basically threw me the ball and told me to get in the game. Keep in my mind I know none of the concepts or rules, and had NEVER PLAYED IN MY LIFE! We ran a few laps around the field at first, and I didnt get tired or too out of breath or anything, which is good. Then we did some drills, which i think i caught on to quickly. Its hard though, because it was my first day and the rest of the team had already been practicing for two months. I had a lot of fun though! its exhilirating really, running around a field and beating the crap out of each other :P I made a lot of mistakes, unfortunately, because the rules are ridiculous from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what is insanely cool, is my JERSEY! I wore last night and I'm wearing it all day today! it is the coolest thing ever and has 8 on the back, which just happens to be my lucky number. Oh, also, for those that know rugby, my position is " prop" but I dont even know what that means yet.&lt;br /&gt;This morning i woke up and was sore. Some of my muscles are like, what the duece? youve never used me before, why start now? But i suppose i'll get conditioned to it real quick. Especially if I force Marcus to train me over Spring Break, which i'm hoping to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats all my news.. nothing else is really interesting or cool. But weve got Spring Break party coming up, which shall be tres excellent, although a few people cant make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111116918802156509?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111116918802156509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111116918802156509' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111116918802156509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111116918802156509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/03/me-sports-surely-you-jest.html' title='Me? Sports? Surely You Jest!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111102770477784218</id><published>2005-03-16T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T18:49:43.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A survey that I would like people to read.</title><content type='html'>I AM: singing&lt;br /&gt;I WILL ALWAYS: be singing&lt;br /&gt;I MISS: my dad, and the way grass smells in Alberta&lt;br /&gt;I SMELL: the pasta from downstairs&lt;br /&gt;I CRAVE: feeling loved&lt;br /&gt;I WORRY: that I'm not as good as I think I am&lt;br /&gt;I REGRET: more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE: my friends more than anything and anyone&lt;br /&gt;I DANCE: like a mad fool, and whenever possible&lt;br /&gt;I SING: loudly.&lt;br /&gt;I CANT STAND: excessive swearing.&lt;br /&gt;I LOST: my mind quite some time ago :P&lt;br /&gt;I LIKE:watching romantic comedies, even though they are lame&lt;br /&gt;I LISTEN: to people more than they think I do. Ask me a question about something you told me and I will probably know the answer.&lt;br /&gt;I CAN BE FOUND: in the middle of the throng of people&lt;br /&gt;I NEED: to be in control (but we all knew that)&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW THAT:&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE: i can get into CCPA next year..&lt;br /&gt;I WANT: Something that I know I can never have.. most people know what I mean by that.&lt;br /&gt;I AM ALWAYS: paying attention to details&lt;br /&gt;I CRY: in movies, but never in real life&lt;br /&gt;I FELL: and I wont again&lt;br /&gt;I WILL: never give up&lt;br /&gt;I WONT: let other people tell me how I should be&lt;br /&gt;I THINK: the unwritten rules of society are ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;I SHOULD: work harder&lt;br /&gt;I COULD: never be a hermit&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD: give my kidney if someone needed it&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT: stand up for myself when I was a kid&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK: much less attractive then I would like&lt;br /&gt;I HEAR: the rain&lt;br /&gt;I HURT: people without meaning to. ( and I apologize)&lt;br /&gt;I HATE: feeling helpless&lt;br /&gt;I FEAR: nearly everything.&lt;br /&gt;I DONT: like my sister right now. ( or ever)&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL: tired.&lt;br /&gt;I CARE: even when it seems like I dont.&lt;br /&gt;I AM ALWAYS TRYING TO: make people laugh. .&lt;br /&gt;I HIDE: in my room when my family is home&lt;br /&gt;I WRITE: in my journal.&lt;br /&gt;I PLAY: the piano sometimes, but not very well.&lt;br /&gt;I LEARN: that the more I know, the more I realize i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;I WILL BE: famous&lt;br /&gt;I SAY: too much&lt;br /&gt;I DONT THINK: enough&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE TO: gaze at the stars when its clear out&lt;br /&gt;I ALWAYS: like to have the last word.&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE: unusual dreams&lt;br /&gt;I BELIEVE: anything is possible&lt;br /&gt;I AM: looking forward to Spring break!&lt;br /&gt;I NEVER: thought I would turn out the way I did.&lt;br /&gt;I WISH: I had a different family&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111102770477784218?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111102770477784218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111102770477784218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111102770477784218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111102770477784218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/03/survey-that-i-would-like-people-to.html' title='A survey that I would like people to read.'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111077056603948569</id><published>2005-03-13T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T19:22:46.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So i think i will stop blogging temporarily.. It seems to have been the short lived fad of the year. Much like bell bottoms in the 70's, Pet rocks in the 80's, or Pogs in the 90's. Anyways, if anything earth shattering happens I might write about it, but checking less often would be wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111077056603948569?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111077056603948569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111077056603948569' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111077056603948569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111077056603948569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/03/so-i-think-i-will-stop-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111042589408468385</id><published>2005-03-09T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T19:38:14.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cataclysmic is my word of the day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111042589408468385?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111042589408468385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111042589408468385' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111042589408468385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111042589408468385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/03/cataclysmic-is-my-word-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-111016601085210213</id><published>2005-03-06T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T19:26:50.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Does anyone else find it extraordinarily awkward to talk to relatives on the phone, or am I just a lunatic?  i HATE talking on the phone. It always feels like i'm auditioning for something, its weird. I end up talking fast, and not making much sense, and i get really on edge. Which is ultra strange, because I have no problem talking normally in any other social situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did this come up? Well, my dad calls me every Sunday, and its always kind of odd. Whenever i tell someone that I feel weird talking to my dad, they dont get it. Theyre like, its your DAD why would the conversation be weird? But it just is. the conversation is always fairly stilted. Like, I say what I did that weekend, and how my grades are, and what i've been doing in choir and theatre and stuff. And then he tells me how Panzer is doing, and what he's been up to, and then we compare weather. im not even joking, we talk about the weather. And I dont even go into depth about anything thats going on with me. Like if I was having a fight with one of my friends, he would never know about it.  Does anyone else have that problem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then this mornin g i woke up to a message on the phone from my Grampa Harvey from the mainland. I dont think ive talked to him on the phone since I was 10. I send him a letter abotu once a year and then he'll send me one back, maybe with a cheque in it. So anyways, he called this morning and I completely neglected to call him. I told myself it was because I had things to do, but i didnt really. Then when my sister came home she checked the messages and called him back right away. I feel like a bad person. But its not like i dont want to talk to him or anything. I just dont want to do it over the phone. I DID talk to him when my sister called though. I guess he doesnt like the phone much either because after 5 minutes he said he had to go do some stuff and hung up.  My family is strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend was boring. My mom actually let me go out on Friday to Lauras for some reason.. I guess she figures its my second home or something, and my grounding extends to over there too. maybe she just grounds me because its easier than having to drive me all over the place on Saturday nights. Either way, i got to go, and mel went too. Alleah was going to come but ditched it in favour of drinking at B-rads party. Me and Laura really wanted to learn some new music in three part though, because we hadnt in a while, so we did Rockin Robin, Blue Moon, part of Its Only a Paper Moon, and part of Lollipop ( which sucked) with Mel singing the third part. It was tres fun, and we sounded pretty good. Mel isnt really used to learning harmony like that though, so it was slow going at first. I think shes got the hang of it now.&lt;br /&gt;So we both slept over and hung out until 2 the next day, when my mom came to pick me up so we could go to the mall, where I bought a new choir outfit, because my old one is gross.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night and all of today have been pretty dull, so I wont go into detail. Also, i have to go take out the garbage.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-111016601085210213?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/111016601085210213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=111016601085210213' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111016601085210213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/111016601085210213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/03/does-anyone-else-find-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110980959387526912</id><published>2005-03-02T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T19:00:55.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At An Impasse</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else feel like nothing is happening around here? I mean, today was the most boring day ive had in a very long time. Even when something is going on, it seems dulled somehow. I dont expect this to make sense, i dont get it myself. Its like our moving world suddenly stopped... and is at a standstill, or at least moving incredibly slowly. I dont know, even the air feels stale. Maybe its just me, but some great change has got to be around the corner. Can anyone feel that besides me? That little non existent current that tells you somethings coming? I think I sound crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it feels like something is.. missing. I cant for the life of me figure out what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure hope i'm right, though, about the something coming thing.  I cant stand this boring, this nothing. Ive gotten so used to our kind of crowd, where there's a new scandal every week, which gives the masses something to talk about. But theres some sort of lull in the going-ons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i had a great weekend despite the fog of lethargy settling over everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I went over to Lauras house around 6 to hang out with her and Tim. It was fun, talking the two of them. We pretty much just hung out and chatted, and we also showed Tim "Teen Girl Squad' on homestar, and he nearly busted a gut laughing so hard, as everyone should. Then, Lauras mom came home and told us she had won 1000 bucks on this lottery at work, so she took us out to dinner at Fast Eddies. Dinner was good, and we sang loudly to the tunes on the jukebox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was Marthas party, but that wasnt going to be until late in the eveing, so I had nothing to do. Luckily, gareth called me up and said, hey, some people are going to the mall, come with. ( except not exactly in those words, im sure) So around 2 my mom drove me to the mall, and I met up with Gareth, Kevin, Stef, Rosie, and Mel at the waterclock. WE wasted about three hours being mallrats: buying stuff we didnt need, eating at the foodcourt, getting pictured taken in the booth. Good times, man. Oh, in Toys R Us, me, Stef, and Rosie found these "formal funk" boy Bratz and decided to find ourselves some prom dates, because we are just that cool. gareth and kevin are lame, however, and didnt want to join in the fun. This actually reminded me, is anyone else interested in doing the Elusive Easter bunny? This was originally Awesome Squads Spring idea of a secret Santa, but we decided to include anyone who wanted in on it. Basically, its anywhere from 10-20 bucks, but you have to buy a toy because.. well, im not sure why, we just decided that. We'll be exchanging on the day of me and Lauras spring break party, the day of which is still to be announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People involved in EEB ( elusive easter bunny) so far):&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;Megs&lt;br /&gt;Stef&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;br /&gt;Gareth&lt;br /&gt;Glenn&lt;br /&gt;Martha&lt;br /&gt;Laura B&lt;br /&gt;Tim&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;Rosie&lt;br /&gt;Talissa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I think thats it at the moment.. but if you want in, just let me know, because i think we should draw names fairly soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but on the original subject, after the mall, Me, Gareth, and Stef took the bus up to Lantzville to Marthas party. It was mostly AS, with some other friends of ours, and then some Woodlands people (Amy, Russell, and Liam) . We listened to music, played foosball. i lost miserably to Liam because i am so utterly inept, but then beat Stef, Megs, and kevin, because they are even worse then I am! ( which is a feat and a half). Most people left around 11, and then it was just AS - Gareth and Glenn, hanging around talking abotu stuff. Venting about everything under the sun, really.&lt;br /&gt;Then me and Stefanie slept over at Marthas and girl talked for a while.&lt;br /&gt;In the morning we made pancakes and Martha made a song. I dont really know why.&lt;br /&gt;My mom picked me up at 12 and then a bunch of boring stuff happened 9 blah blah blah) until i went to the Oscar Party at 3.&lt;br /&gt;There was only about 6 or 8 of us, but we had a grand time anyways. All the girls dressed up ( the guys didnt cause they are le suck) and we were so pretty! The Oscars themselves were rather lame, because I hadnt seen very many of the movies, and Chris Rock was rather sub par as host, unfortunately. But mocking everything ( especially Beyonce) was most excellent!&lt;br /&gt;on Monday school was school, and I went to Dover with Gareth. Its so funny how people dont even look twice when we go there now. Its jst generally accepted that Brianna and Gareth are always around at Dover. I finally got my stupid CAPP hour form signed by Mr A, and i hung around with all my buddies ( or at least most of them) but shoot, im going to have to go back one of these days to get my prom ticket with Marcus.&lt;br /&gt;On Monday when i came home my mom casually asked where I had been ( i was supposed to be hanging out with Laura in D block/ after school) and for some reason i didnt say I was with Gareth instead ( which was the truth, and perfectly reasonable) and my mom was like, thats a lie! Laura called 20 minutes ago! So then she grounded me for a week. Well, she said I could got to the plans I had for Tuesday, but then I would be grounded for a week after that! how much does THAT suck?? it means I cant have a games night this friday, and more importantly, i cant go to Megs b-day on Saturday! :( :( I was looking so forward to that too.. And whats worse, is i happen to be grounded precisely the same week that is the MOST BORING!! Arg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough complaining on that though. Tuesday was as boring as anything, just another school day that i tried to get through without falling asleep. When i came home things picked up a little though. I got back from choir about quarter to five to find my sister LOCKED IN THE BATHROOM! it turned out she had been stuck there for two and a half hours! and while I could understand her distress in such a situation, i also very much appreciated the humour, and laughed like a mad fool. Around 5:30, my mom came home and we left to pick up Laura and go to Tims house, where we were going to watch The Notebook, because i really liked it, and Tim and Stephen hadnt seen it. Tuesday night was fun! we ordered pizza, and watched the movie, and tlaked and laughed, and danced to bad music. But then it was 9:30, and I remembered it was only Tuesday, and we had to leave, what a bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats my summed up week, i hope i didnt accidentaly bored you to death!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110980959387526912?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110980959387526912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110980959387526912' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110980959387526912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110980959387526912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/03/at-impasse.html' title='At An Impasse'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110922382844854560</id><published>2005-02-23T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T21:43:48.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life= looking up! had a good day today. The morning was ultra slow, but picked up speed later on. I went to Dover, and got to talk with all the people i miss a lot, which was really nice. After that i hung out with Tim for a while, which was great, because i miss tlaking to just him. I mean, i love Laura and all, her being my best friend, but sometimes its cool to talk to Tim without her hanging around ( and obviously Gator, i mean this as no insult).&lt;br /&gt;So me and Tim walked to Starbucks and had frappucinos ( mine was raspberry, his orange) which were delicious, and then wandered aimlessly around the mall until we decided it was time to go and I walked to his house and then went to the bus stop. Our conversations were varied, but we were mainly on the topic of being cruel and manipulative, but having people still love us. Most excellent, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was home late, unfortunately, and my mom was less than pleased, but i didnt get into trouble. A year ago my mom would have freaked if i had gone somewhere after school and not told her. I like being older. Although I dont like the fact that i'll have to switch gears into the "real world" in just a few months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeep, off of that dismal subject! this weekend looks promising! Party at Marthas on Saturday and Oscar watching party on Sunday ( place still to be determined). Still no Friday night plans, but im sure that wont last long. I reall should do something with the G-boys, but i think Gareth is somewhat indisposed ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaanyway, thats all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110922382844854560?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110922382844854560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110922382844854560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110922382844854560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110922382844854560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-looking-up-had-good-day-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110912252916405660</id><published>2005-02-22T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T17:35:29.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So things are kind of sucking for me right about now, but I wont bore you with details. Just accept the fact that if you say something mean to me I may punch you in the face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110912252916405660?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110912252916405660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110912252916405660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110912252916405660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110912252916405660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-things-are-kind-of-sucking-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110883598772654225</id><published>2005-02-19T09:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:59:47.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life for me...and im feeling good.</title><content type='html'>So, havent posted since Monday because my life is ultra boring and school bites. Seriously, nothing interesting ever happens at school. In art i get embarrassed because my teacher shows everyone my art all the time because im ahead of everyone. You would think i would be all flattered with something like that, being who I am, but i am &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; becoming slightly shy! or at least modest. Is that not weird? anyways, film and Tv is way more boring than expected because we did about 8 million frames of storyboarding, which is like, pseudo drawing.  English is also tres dull, and yet also weird because Lawrie, Chris, and Alleah like to talk about sex at the top of their lungs, which is fairly disturbing to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, the only thing that happened to me all week was going to the movies last night. Me, Stephen, and Tim went to see Hitch, which turned out ot be suprisingly funny. The movied ended around 9:30, and then we went to Starbucks and talked until 11, when it closed, so we wandered over to Tim Hortons until 12, when Tim was half asleep, so Stephen drove us home. I realize that the trip doesnt sound as fun as it was, but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today im supposed to hang out with some people, but I of course have to make the calls and make sure everyone knows whats what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110883598772654225?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110883598772654225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110883598772654225' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110883598772654225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110883598772654225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-new-dawn-its-new-day-its-new-life.html' title='Its a new dawn, its a new day, its a new life for me...and im feeling good.'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110842628167170041</id><published>2005-02-14T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:11:21.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its that Time of the Year Again</title><content type='html'>And here I am, no hot date planned for tonight, like some people I know. And I didnt hook up at a certain party on Saturday, like some OTHER people I know. Not that im complaining or anything, i mean, come on, MEL is coming over. Who needs a boyfriend when youve got Mel, right? :P&lt;br /&gt; I nearly forgot it was valentines actually. I mean, I KNEW but I guess i'm slightly preoccupied. I was pleasantly suprised this morning, however, when my mom brought me a box of lindt..or lindor I cant remember, chocolates. I sure wasnt expecting anything. Although, i guess I get something every year, i just forgot.&lt;br /&gt;it seems like this year has already gone by in a blur. Sooner than I think this semester will be over and everyone will be going to their new school somewhere far away, leaving me behind. Its bad enough that my best friends might be away from me, but theres also a lot of people i met just this year and ive barely gotten to know them. Definitely not as much as I would like to, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why all this is hitting me right now.  I guess on Valentines Day im thinking about all kinds of relationships, not just romantic ones. Actually, that makes sense, because i was thinking about my dad a little while ago, and now im thinking about my friends... this is sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where on earth have all these nice feelings come from? Where is the jerkface you have all come to know and love??  It seems that ive changed a little bit, which is odd. Usually my brain doesnt do that without my consent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, ending this post on a different note, I hope everyone gets all the love they deserve this valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110842628167170041?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110842628167170041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110842628167170041' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110842628167170041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110842628167170041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-that-time-of-year-again.html' title='Its that Time of the Year Again'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110834391426727627</id><published>2005-02-13T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T17:18:34.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down With Love</title><content type='html'>Or rather, not so Down With Love. That was the supposed name of the party last night, but I dont think there was anyone there not feeling the love :P  It was funny, i was not my usual mean, sarcastic self! Even when Tim said something sappy and [usually] gross to laura, I was like, aww, you guys are so cute. And then, of course, a look of horror spread across my face as I came to realize that i have become couple-friendly. Dear Lord. The world is obviously coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the party was fantastic. I'd say about 50 people showed up, but a lot of the doverites didnt come for some reason. I have nothing specific to say abotu the p-tay I guess... a lot of us got up and danced, namely ME and we all talked, laughed, hung out.  It was great fun. And yes, much to my chagrin, we played Spin the Bottle, a game ive decided is sooo 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party generally ended at 1 ish, but some people were there until about 2, and then the people who were staying over pretty much just went to bed, where I was cold because Laura is a blanket hog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats about all the news for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy almost Valentines day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110834391426727627?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110834391426727627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110834391426727627' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110834391426727627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110834391426727627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/down-with-love.html' title='Down With Love'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110810092202312303</id><published>2005-02-10T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:48:42.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, i found this deep in the recesses of my blog, and thought i would post it again, because I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Reasons why life should be like in the movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;Happy Endings&lt;/strong&gt;. Seriously, even when someone DIES everyone is still all happy because they learned some sort of lesson from it.&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;Everybody is good looking&lt;/strong&gt;. Gorgeous people are everywhere. Even the supposed "ugly"people just have bad hair or something.&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Good things always happen to good people&lt;/strong&gt;. As long as you feed stray animals, open the door for seniors, and dont try to destroy the world, you will prosper.&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;Guns never run out of ammo&lt;/strong&gt;. You never need to buy bullets again! Because, as long as you keep firing, you will still have shots.&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;College is not hard&lt;/strong&gt;. All university is is one big giant toga party, with drinking and promiscuous sex. There is no need to study, you will still get straight A's.&lt;br /&gt;6) There is a good chance that you are actually royalty, and will come into your inheritance soon.&lt;br /&gt;7)You can instantly fall head over heels, madly in love with someone, and they are probably also in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;8) You could have your own personal soundtrack. Every major event would have its own song.&lt;br /&gt;9) &lt;strong&gt;Evil people get their comeuppance&lt;/strong&gt;. Got an enemy? yeah, dont worry, they'll be dead soon.&lt;br /&gt;10) &lt;strong&gt;Superheroes&lt;/strong&gt;! If you get into some sticky business, Spiderman will surely come and save you.&lt;br /&gt;11) Everybody knows all the same dances, and if you randomly belt out a song in the middle of homeroom, all of your classmates will back you up.&lt;br /&gt;12) &lt;strong&gt;Perfect Movie Kisses.&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, so youre thinking of kissing someone. Dont worry, its totally cool. Some fireworks will go off, or a fountain will start, and a really romantic song will start playing, so you can know that youre in like flynn baby!&lt;br /&gt;13) &lt;strong&gt;Embarrasing moments&lt;/strong&gt;. Oh man, did your mom show your boyfriend those baby pictures? Did you trip in front of the whole school and spill apple juice on your pants so it looks like you peed yourself? No prob! Remember, the director is your friend and you can just redo the whole scene!&lt;br /&gt;14) &lt;strong&gt;Horror MOvies&lt;/strong&gt;- do you have the sneaking suspicion that theres an insane murderer on the loose? its fine, just dont have sex or get in the shower, and you'll be safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;Also, they will always walk if theyre trying to murder you, so it should be easy for you to make your getaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, thats all I have for now. If you have any brilliant ideas, comment, and I'll add them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110810092202312303?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110810092202312303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110810092202312303' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110810092202312303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110810092202312303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-i-found-this-deep-in-recesses-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110793233874223139</id><published>2005-02-08T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:58:58.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to &lt;i&gt;the Second Level of Hell!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="1" style="margin: 5px; background-color: #000000; border: none; font: 10pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif';"&gt;&lt;tr style="font: bold 12pt arial, verdana, 'sans serif'; text-align: center; color: #ffffff; background-color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220033; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #3344bb; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #110022; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #220011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #c40033; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #330011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #440011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #550011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #4466dd; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #660011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #770011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #880011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #ff1133; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: #990011; color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: #ff3344; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="color: #aa33aa; background-color: #333333; padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's" Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is fairly amusing because, well, its me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110793233874223139?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110793233874223139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110793233874223139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110793233874223139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110793233874223139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/dantes-inferno-test-has-banished-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110774502957431752</id><published>2005-02-06T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T18:57:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week in a Nutshell: Part 2</title><content type='html'>This is merely a continuation of the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning i was still at Lauras and i got up early-ish ( 9:30)  because the futon was uncomfortable, and then hung around the room reading random stuff until she woke up, which was around 10.  We looked over the Shakespeare in the box thing for a few minutes, and I got to be the director! w00t! this meant I got to do the casting, which excited me muchly.  We were doing the Taming of the Shrew and the casting was as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petruchio: "cocky and charismatic" -Tim&lt;br /&gt;Hortensio: "the best friend type" - Stephen&lt;br /&gt;Lucentio: "good looking and bland" - Gareth (ahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Kate: " Smart and whatnot"- Laura&lt;br /&gt;Bianca: "the Bratty sister" - Martha&lt;br /&gt;Gremio: " the old man" - Rosie&lt;br /&gt;Widow:  "lusty widow"- also Rose&lt;br /&gt;Tranio: "snobbish servant" - also Stephen&lt;br /&gt;Grumio: "wacky servant" - me&lt;br /&gt;servant:  "upsetty mcfreakout" - Spencer&lt;br /&gt;Baptista: " favorites playing father" - Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nobody got to know about their casting until later that night, teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, later, I went home and was kind of mad abotu my hair being so gross, so I went back to the mall but with Geoff this time and bought some more dye, and then he bought Prince of persia for his PS2, and a memory card, and then i persuaded him to come to Tsarbucks with me, which was delicious, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, but not directly, i went to Lauras house and met up with her and Mel so that we could redo my hair, which we did, and it looks most excellent.  After that we set up for the SHAKESPEARE PART-AY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turned out to be stellar fun. the play was so funny, even though we are quite terrible, and we all had a blast! i remember killing myself laughing on more than one occasion, thats for sure. Also, the roles i picked for everyone were absolutely bang on, because I rock so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we played games like "I never" and the other one with no name.... which were pretty funny, and everyone heard new things about each other. Some shocking things... hahaha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;And then we played Truth or Dare, which I was much less fond of... *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaanyways, I ended up catching a ride home with Martha at 12, and was sad to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday my mom left me some money so that I could take the bus to Tims place, and also get him a present, which wasnt expected, but appreciated.  i walked down to the mall ( three days in a row, how gross)  after i burned the Phantom CDS for Tim, and then also bought him a Rufus Wainwright CD, because he didnt have any. I got a card too, which had a picture of a scary clown eating a hot dog on the front and inside it said "there are six things wrong with this picture, can you find them??" I thought it was pretty funny. So, then around quarter to four I took the bus to Tims place.&lt;br /&gt;When I was there they made me do the most dorkiest thing on the ENTIRE PLANET.... i dont even want to type it..... DUngeons and Dragons. But dont worry, I lauged and mocked it to no end. But, it actually turned out to be kind of fun. Especially because for about 4 hours i had a watergun that Stephen gave to Tim for his birthday and kept spraying people if they said somethign that was lame. It still didnt get old after 4 hours, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after playing that, and eating pizza, we all just hung out, chatted, and listened to music. It was actually a really great time. I ended up leaving around 12:30, and I was sad, because I rarely get to hang out with that group... but im pretty sure they are all coming to the Down With Love party next week, so its cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring boring boring for a while, and then mel and geoff came over to play monopoly, and then we watched Super Mario brothers, which was the epitome of horrendous. And then they left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110774502957431752?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110774502957431752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110774502957431752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110774502957431752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110774502957431752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-week-in-nutshell-part-2.html' title='My week in a Nutshell: Part 2'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110772381138309444</id><published>2005-02-06T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T13:03:31.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My week in a Nutshell PART 1</title><content type='html'> I dont why i always do this to myself. Dont post forever and then have to do a monster post, I mean. And by MOnster, i'm talking normal people standards, not like, Alleah standards.  Anyways, I had a most excellent week, and shall detail it to you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning i'm sure I just slept in and was boring for a while, because that is generally what my mornings consist of. In fact, I dont think i did much of anything until 6, when my mom drove me over to SPencers house to sleep over, because we hadnt hung out in forever and a day ( or November) . I had dinner there, which was an odd affair, let me tell you, because none of them speak... I always feel so out of place that I get really nervous and start telling a bunch of random stories that arent relevant to anything, just so I can get them tlaking and laughing. Which usually works, actually. Anyways, so im pretty sure her mom hates me because it definitely seems that way.&lt;br /&gt;Then after dinner we went downstairs to watch the WORST MOVIE EVER MADE, "sleepover", which was a bunch of grade eight girls who had this scavenger hunt against "popular girls" for the good lunch spot at the highschool next year. And, of course, the popular guy she had a crush on ended up liking her too.  Boooooo. Like that would ever happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;Then we watched the Girl Next Door, which wasnt bad. At least the guy was cute. hmm.. and then we watched A Cinderella Story, which was also craptastic. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Then once the movie watching was over, we went to bed, and talked about random girly stuff that I wont get into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home from Spencers around 11, and then hung around all day until I went to the movies with Geoff, Grace, Martha, and Gareth. ( the fifth-wheeledness was all my fault, because i invited martha, and then unthinkingly invited gareth) But that doesnt matter because it was fun anyways.  we went to see PHANTOM OF THE OPERA which was just as amazing that third time! ( im so ashamed...)  But hey, at least I didnt cry this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after the movie, We went to Starbucks for a little while, drank some coffee, and also had coffee spat all over us by Gareth, who is gross, and cant hold  in liquid when something is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that Geoff drove Grace home, and then was going to drive me and gareth home when he went entirely INSANE and started swerving on the road and laughing maniacally, and generally being weird and crazy. It was really hysterical, but also kinda freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, he immediately decided we needed to go on a candy run. The reason behind this completely eluded me, because he seemes hyper already. Despite this, we went to 7 eleven and bought 8 dollars worth of candy, and then he drove us home. utterly random, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up bright and early ( and in a bad mood) because I had to go write by bio provincial that morning, which ended up being the hardes test Ive ever had to write. I dont know know if I just didnt know the stuff, or if Im stupid, or if it was actually as hard as I think it was. Either way, i dont think I did very well. On the multiple choice at least, the written wasnt bad.&lt;br /&gt;Later that day I decided it was abotu time to dye my hair again, so I looked around for my green punky color, but COULDNT FIND IT ANYWHERE!&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;Needless to say, I was dismayed.  SO then Gareth said If I would go to ther mall with him, he would spot me five bucks to go with my 10 so I could buy the dye. But, instead, i bought lagoon blue, because I am just that cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, for some unknown reason, we went for a walk which lasted abotu 2 hours, just completely at random. And then I went home.&lt;br /&gt; I tried to streak my hair with the blue but it didnt really show up, which made me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 7 Alleah came over and we ate pizza and watched the Grudge, which ended up freaking me out to no end because i am the biggest scaredy cat that ever lived. Then we wtahced the choir DVD from last year, and made fun of everyone and laughed our asses off, which was pretty fun. Around 10:30, she went home, and I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Lauras house for the Collective sleepover!! yaaay. Well, because, my blue streaks didnt show up, we decided instead of streaks, we would simply bleach my entire head blonde, and then color it with the leftover blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could tell something was already wrong when the blonde came out all patchy and weird, and i looked like a spotted dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, joy of joys, there was not enough blue to make my hair look actually blue, so it was a sickly green color. I was devastated. So we spent the rest of the night NOT worrying about it, and instead, reasing cosmo and being girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is already getting long, so I shall write about Friday and Saturday later tonight.&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/7664733-110772381138309444?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110772381138309444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110772381138309444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110772381138309444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110772381138309444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-week-in-nutshell-part-1.html' title='My week in a Nutshell PART 1'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110730220052718667</id><published>2005-02-01T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T15:56:40.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Links!!</title><content type='html'>So, as you can plainly see, i have made many links of my friends/ aquaintances. If anyone who read a my blog isnt on their, just leave an angry comment, and i will attempt to remedy that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, if you slide your mouse over the names, you will see a little blurb of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110730220052718667?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110730220052718667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110730220052718667' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110730220052718667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110730220052718667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/02/links.html' title='Links!!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110703345541182459</id><published>2005-01-29T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T19:09:48.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Provincials and a Pantload of Fun</title><content type='html'>Just so you know, all other days of the week are bunk, so I am simply going to describe Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up at normal time, whatever, and went off to school... blah blah, dull dull.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in History was all nostalgic and melancholy about never having a class again, weird as that may sound. I mean, yeah, it was more work than i have done in all of my other classes in the past 3 years combined, but I learned like nobody's business and had a lot of fun. AH well, "Munsday" and "Tsarbucks" will live on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres to the Tarwitz Experience and the History Dozen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO after that I was supposed to trounce of to writing class, but instead i went with the History kids to the career centre ( better than the library because they just cluck like chickens if you are loud and boisterous) to "study" which lasted all of 20 minutes until we got bored and just goofed off, and spread gossip like the teenagers that we are. ( i just typed "are" as ate and then laughed a lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then at lunch I decided to go to Save On with Laura and Gareth and we decided to be collectively gross and bought chips and dip, a two litre of coke, and 8 zillion pounds of smarties. Then, we had a little mini pickernick in upstairs A wing during C block, in which we got insanely hyper. Like, we found this scantron of some grade 9 named Brett burns, who we dont know, and for some reason calling Brett Burns "Bunk" was the most hysterical thing ever said. This went out for abotu an hour when me and Gareth realized we had our history provincial in about an hour, and were NEVER going to be able to concentrate in that condition. ( although that fact in itself caused great hilarity)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we did the exam. It was pretty dull, and long, but easy, thank the good lord above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Friday night I had Awesome Squad -Megan + Geoff and Mel over for GAMES NIGHT!! Which turned out to be a "pantload"of fun ahahahaha. We had an intense boy/girl rivalry during Cranium TURBO EDITION, but the girls, being vastly superior, won. although We had to bow to the guys' excellence at their acting/ guessing skills when Kevin had to perform a) sword swallower, b) alligator wrestler c) contortionist .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also played this games of Stef's called Imaginiff, which was most humorous, and I won! (whee) and Balderdash, which the best thing EVER! thats where the whole pantload thing came form, because it was from a real description of a movie. We were laughing so hard and being so rambunctious that at 11:30 my mom was like, go home. So they did, leaving me with a giant cokey/chippy mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and then i read my fabulous fabulous Phantom novel until one in the morning!! I am soo into it right now, and its not just because its about Phantom! I'm half done the book and he hasnt even gone to the Opera yet, because its all abotu his incredible history. The book is tres magnifique and i would recommend it to ANYBODY! I actually spent two hours reading it today as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today i got up at a ridiculous hour (9) and was shocked to discover that Tami had three ( creepy) guys sleep over in her room, which was kind of disturbing. When my mom found out she FLIPPED and decided she was going to kick Tami out, not only for that reason, but others as well. This she decided when we were out PROM DRESS SHOPPING ( yay!) I ended up buying this periwinkle colored dress that was fairly plain but fit perfectly and looked really nice, so I was mighty pleased. Now all I need is a date! grr...&lt;br /&gt;hum ho, and then me and my mom went for coffee at the Bocca... and then rented movies... and here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Alex! see the bar at the top of all blogs? Well, if you click "next blog" you will find the person who has most recently posted. So, I was bored, and found you! Your blog is sufficiently interesting, as most of friends are post neglectorbs and only do so once a week (...like me). But just so you know, be prepared to be bombarded with comments from my buds, because they ferociously comment attack any new blogger! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS: Megs! will you make me a link list???&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/7664733-110703345541182459?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110703345541182459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110703345541182459' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110703345541182459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110703345541182459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/01/provincials-and-pantload-of-fun.html' title='Provincials and a Pantload of Fun'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110654699461342933</id><published>2005-01-23T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T16:58:44.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>catch up post</title><content type='html'>So... I suppose I will go back as far as my feeble little brain remembers. I think that would be aorund Thursday. All I really remember about school THAT day was the bloody History exam we did. For some reason tarwitz made us do what was kind of a mock provincial ( i nthe sense that it was an actual past provincial) But there was nothing mock about the fact thats its worth 30% of our second term mark. Anyways, i figured I'd be out by the end of the class, but at 3:40 I was the first one to leave. Scaaaary long test. I'm not really looking forward to Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, after the test, Gareth came back to my house where we hung out and watched the OC, and then my mom made us Poutine and Hot wings for dinner (yum).&lt;br /&gt;At 6:30 we went to Dover to go see Loosely Connected, the show that Martha was in, and when we got there, all of Awesome Squad was there! Which pleased me greatly!  The show was pretty great,  *flop* "its cool that you have cancer" * arm flop*  "hey, do you want to dance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, "Alex, get me some nachos!" And the whole business with burning the guys! Most wonderful!&lt;br /&gt; I also spent quite a few minutes trying to convince Kevin to take me to prom. Which, so far, he hasnt said anything to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Friday was pretty dull until around 7 when the g-boys came over! yaaaay! I hadnt had them over for a few weeks, so I was pretty excited.  I rented some "scary" movies, the first one being Final Examination. I thought it apt, seeing as finals ARE coming up and all, but it turned out to be the absolute worst movie in the history of the world, with no plot and ranodm shower scenes with naked girls rubbing themselves all over. Needless to say, we mocked it to no end.  After that we watched Dracula 2000, which I heartily enjoyed because Gerard butler (the Phantom) played Dracula. and he is so sexy fine *drooool drool*&lt;br /&gt;Although Glenn wasnt having the best of times because my 23 year old tenant was totally hitting on him, which he thought wasw weird. I was getting all g-boy protective too. Anyways, then we just hung out for a while until they all had to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satruday was extraordinarily dull. I dont even know WHAT I did until 6:30 ish when I called laura and was like, entertain me. So she took me out for dinner with her mom to this Japanese dig, which was pretty cool. I had fun anyways. And Lauras mom promised me buckets of yarn because its rotting in her basement. &lt;br /&gt;Later that night I did a whole bunch of nothing, yippee.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! I started what is going to be a fantabulous painting! its a giant poster of the Phantom and Christine, and i cant wait til its finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i got up bright and early (9) to go to my bio review session, which started off all fine and good until I got a massive migraine headache which if you lucky kids dont know, includes the following;&lt;br /&gt;1) the loss of your peripheral vision&lt;br /&gt;2) an inteeense painful headache&lt;br /&gt;3) extreme nausea, and throw-upedness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i had to skip my history review session, because it felt like i was DYING so i came home and threw up ( which I havent done since I was 8) and tried to sleep it off, but I coudnt get to sleep for four hours. It was hell I tell you, HELL!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, around 6, i woke up to pizza and movies, which made me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i still fely woozy and bad, so i stayed home, worked on my drawing, and watched bad tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Im going to superstore so I can FINALLY get a battery for my camera ( SO much of my life is un documented!) and some printer ink, and some other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I am tres excited for tomorrow because it is our 2nd COLLECTIVERSARY! w00t! yeah, this is cool because were going to give each other presents that we already had, which is neat. Laura and Alleah are going to simply flip when they get them! Plus we are also having a collective mother/daughter dinner to celebrate the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, must go wash a pot.&lt;br /&gt;&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/7664733-110654699461342933?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110654699461342933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110654699461342933' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110654699461342933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110654699461342933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/01/catch-up-post.html' title='catch up post'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110619472221581129</id><published>2005-01-19T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T16:20:09.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking...</title><content type='html'>So Ive been thinking. yeah, real thinking. Scary isnt it? It wasnt abotu History homework, or what im going to wear tomorrow, or something funny someone said today. You see, im so simple and shallow (not looks wise) that I never discover some deeper thought unless i really stop to ponder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about I really want out of life sometimes. Not what I want to be, or what my goals are, but what I truly want. Most of you will know these things just by having known me, but theyre the kind of things i didnt realize til i really thought about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be famous. Not Nanaimo Famous. I want everyone to know my name and talk about me all the time, whether a positive or negative connotation.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be recognized, anywhere and everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;a public icon&lt;br /&gt;I want people to make rumours about me when they see me&lt;br /&gt;I want them to be jealous&lt;br /&gt;I want them to wish they WERE me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the time I want to be better&lt;br /&gt;better than anyone in the world&lt;br /&gt;i want them to worship the ground i walk on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wish that everybody just thought good things about me&lt;br /&gt;and everybody liked me&lt;br /&gt;I want them to think im a good friend&lt;br /&gt;I want them to think i'll be there for them&lt;br /&gt;that they can tell me anything&lt;br /&gt;and that I'll listen&lt;br /&gt;sometimes thats true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then sometimes I want to be mean&lt;br /&gt;unecessarily cruel&lt;br /&gt;I want people to be afraid of me&lt;br /&gt;afraid to make me angry&lt;br /&gt;afraid of what im capable of&lt;br /&gt;When I walk down the street I want them to know that i can be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every so often I wish that there would be someone to love me for who I am&lt;br /&gt;I dont think thats too hard&lt;br /&gt;I want them to chuckle at my oddities&lt;br /&gt;and ignore my flaws&lt;br /&gt;I want them to tell me everythings going to be okay when the world seems to fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after all that, I think of all the other people who want things&lt;br /&gt;all the other people thinking by the themselves on their own blogs&lt;br /&gt;wanting the things that I already have&lt;br /&gt;like great friends&lt;br /&gt;a good financial position&lt;br /&gt;decent grades&lt;br /&gt;a bit of talent&lt;br /&gt;a sense of humour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants something. Whether it to be incredibly rich, or have the house in the suburbs with the SUV/collie/2.3 children. SOme want to just blend into the background, or do something simply for the good of others, not caring if they get recognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone wants something. Think hard. What do YOU want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110619472221581129?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110619472221581129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110619472221581129' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110619472221581129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110619472221581129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/01/thinking.html' title='Thinking...'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110600618316411753</id><published>2005-01-17T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T15:56:23.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ripped off, but I liked the idea</title><content type='html'>Things I like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- old friends&lt;br /&gt;- making new friends&lt;br /&gt;- a book you cant put down&lt;br /&gt;- playing Hallelujah on the piano&lt;br /&gt;- making cookies&lt;br /&gt;- going bowling with people that equally suck&lt;br /&gt;- listening to oldies&lt;br /&gt;- music in general&lt;br /&gt;- a really good movie&lt;br /&gt;- playing in the snow&lt;br /&gt;- taking the bus when you want time to think&lt;br /&gt;- drinking Starbucks coffee&lt;br /&gt;- parties&lt;br /&gt;- blogs&lt;br /&gt;- webcomics&lt;br /&gt;- laughing so hard it hurts&lt;br /&gt;- wearing preppy clothes&lt;br /&gt;- mad dancing in the kitchen when no one is around&lt;br /&gt;- trying really hard to whistle&lt;br /&gt;- biting people&lt;br /&gt;- cozy beds&lt;br /&gt;- painting&lt;br /&gt;- the Phantom of the Opera&lt;br /&gt;- Sex and the City&lt;br /&gt;- getting compliments&lt;br /&gt;- giving presents&lt;br /&gt;- my cats&lt;br /&gt;- swings&lt;br /&gt;- my xbox&lt;br /&gt;- being able to say nothing at all to someone and still have it be completely comfortable&lt;br /&gt;- acting 14&lt;br /&gt;- Acting at all&lt;br /&gt;- singing&lt;br /&gt;- going to the beach in the summer&lt;br /&gt;- having picnics&lt;br /&gt;- doing really well on a test&lt;br /&gt;- smiling&lt;br /&gt;- pretending I can speak German&lt;br /&gt;- roller coasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is so much more, but I thought that would be fun to do. Also, i wont make a list of things I dont like because concentrating on negative things suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110600618316411753?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110600618316411753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110600618316411753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110600618316411753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110600618316411753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/01/ripped-off-but-i-liked-idea.html' title='ripped off, but I liked the idea'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110583017577962987</id><published>2005-01-15T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T15:02:55.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Squad lives!</title><content type='html'>I was mighty sad the past little while because I hadnt seen my Awesome Squad mates all together since New years which was in fact a) two weeks ago and b) the funnest thing ever. So I was very pleased when I got to see them yesterday! I thought I wasnt going to be able to go, because Monkeys party was last night, and she wouldnt approve of me ditching him, but she let me. The thing is, I know the party would have turned out. I would have been in a room with a bunch of people I dont talk to anymore trying not to look bored. the only reason I would go is because it was Monkeys b-day, but I sincerely doubt he even noticed me not being there. Plus, i would have had to leave at 9 because my mom had to work the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, instead, I went bowling with Awesome Squad minus Kevin and Megs ( who i had seen earlier in the day, so it was okay)&lt;br /&gt;and of course, we played two games, the first one with bumpers ( hahaha) and the second without.  Stefanie actually managed to not fall too much this time, which was astounding, and Glenn managed to not work himself into a pep talk frenzy, which was equally astounding. And we also called each other "utilizers" a lot.  So i dont remember who won the first game.. it was probably STef or something. All i remember is everyone making fun of each persons bowling technique, ot lack thereof, the like the hucking of the ball and forming of a claw that I do, or Gareths freaing fast ball.&lt;br /&gt;"whip it!"&lt;br /&gt;"whip it good"&lt;br /&gt;"crack that whip!"&lt;br /&gt;"licorice whip!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooh good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I won the second game, and was actually the only one to break 100, how sad is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*other highlights*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Martha's pant strip things falling off&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the creation of VAMA ( victims against Martha's abuse)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dancing to the Grease remix and "singing"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;me and Stef's brains melding together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glenns bellyflop bowling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;martha rubbing my hand because she thought i was Gareth (hahahaha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;throwing snowballs outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that we decided it would be fun to go somewhere, so we all went to Glenns house to watch Peter Pan and order pizza, which we did. Although I had to call and order because Glenn is a wussy face and wouldnt do it. But then the girl on the phone wanted my name for the computer ( because they were putting in a new address) and I was like, yeah... i dont live here. So now I think it says I live at Glenns house at Pizza Hut, funnily enough.&lt;/p&gt;So we settled down to watch the movie, but of course I move too much, and Stefanie proclaimed she hated sitting by me.&lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan kind of sucked, but it was fun mocking the weird girl who plays Wendy.&lt;br /&gt;We decided we would try as a group to not burn each other for a half hour, which was abysmal because in five minutes Stefanie said something to martha and lost so I was like, youre such a loser, which meant I lost, and Glenn was like haha you suck, so HE lost, and then we kind of gave up.  Its pure reflex to say "your mom" or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my friday. It was great! Now today I cleaned my room, and Laura and mel are going to come over later to hang out. What fun!&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/7664733-110583017577962987?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110583017577962987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110583017577962987' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110583017577962987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110583017577962987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/01/squad-lives.html' title='the Squad lives!'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7664733.post-110557510530602896</id><published>2005-01-12T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T16:11:45.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Capades</title><content type='html'>So today I went home a little eeearlier than usual because i didnt think I would have Dover choir after school, since Mel has been all sick and whatever lately. So, instead, me and Gareth went to my house. However, on the way, we got a glimpse of the lake and it looked frozen! So we were like, hey.. is the lake frozen? So we went to the public access off of Ross to look at the lake. And indeed, it was frozen over.  But no, because we are the &lt;strong&gt;weirdest&lt;/strong&gt; people on the planet, seeing the frozen lake was simply not enough. So, Gareth walked on it a fee steps, and while it shook a little, didnt crack or anything. So that was all fine and good but still &lt;strong&gt;not enough&lt;/strong&gt;. So, I, being the gnius that I am, decided to throw a large rock to see if it would breal the surface. Not only would that be ultra cool, but then we could see if the ice was thick.  Well, instead of breaking the ice, I just broke the rock.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, the entire adventure was quite pointless,  but also quite amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm going to audition for Bard to Broadway, i decided. Not only would it be super great fun, but just THINK of the kind of acting experience I could get if i got in! It would be so excellent... But, I have to do a monologue which Ive never done before. Plus, they never told me wheat kind of monolgue to do, drama, comedy, whatever. So, Im doing this really dramatic one from Lost In Yonkers where the character starts crying at the end. I hope they dont think im extremo weird, doing that one. Megs is doing a funny one from Addams Family, but If Gareth is auditioning hes doing a drama from the same play as me.&lt;br /&gt;We also have to a song, which im not worried about at all, but I still need to actually PICK one.&lt;br /&gt;SO theres a few plays i could get into, due to casting requirements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Pacific:  girls age 18-40&lt;br /&gt;Red Herring: girl 20's (this is the one I REALLY want but its unlikely)&lt;br /&gt;A.....my Name is Alice: girls of all ages ( the one I will probably get into, which is still really cool)&lt;br /&gt;Honk JR: young adults&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so any of those would be ultimo cool, except i would rather not be in Honk Jr, the kids one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really random dream the other night, where I sort of went back in time to the 1700's and I was in this nunnery, which was like my school, and we all had to wear funny red hats. So one day I went out into the courtyard and all the boys were learning math from this crazy teacher/scientist guy. I told them I knew the multiplication table which amazed them all because girls werent allowed tyo learn math for some reason. So then I taught them BEDMAS, which hadnt been invented yet. The next day crazy teacher guy came back and told me he had built a time machine with the science of BEDMAS which I had taught him. So he was like, "come with me to the future! But I was like, "we cant, i might never be born!" Which doesnt even make any sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats about it for now, catch you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7664733-110557510530602896?l=queenbrianna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/feeds/110557510530602896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7664733&amp;postID=110557510530602896' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110557510530602896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7664733/posts/default/110557510530602896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://queenbrianna.blogspot.com/2005/01/ice-capades.html' title='Ice Capades'/><author><name>Brianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02478877194379741580</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
