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Name: Britt
Country: United States
State: Indiana
Metro: Terre Haute
Birthday: 9/25/1987
Gender: Female


Interests: Um... theatre, music, reading (although i NEVER have time)... idk, does socializing count?
Expertise: mathematics... i dunno
Occupation: Student


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Member Since: 1/30/2006

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Monday, July 30, 2007

you know what i love...?

days that exaust me

they make me happy. 

i feel like i need an update here.  but, there's not much to say.  i haven't gotten a yes or a no from IU or BSU yet, so ya know... i have NO CLUE what i'm doing come august 14th (when i leave the haute)

that's about all. gotta go take my last summer exam.

MUAH


Sunday, June 24, 2007

...oh the love of my family

there just never is a moment that i don't need to worry about someone in my family.

oh, well.  it just bothers me. i love them all though, i do.  maybe why it's so hard.

otherwise, life is good.  i'm now officially a server (woohoo?) and school is going well *knock on wood* and life is fun (when i have the time for it)

that's it. love you all

and props to those that still read this


Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Currently Listening
Ben Folds Live
By Ben Folds
Jane
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The truth still shines

It's been an interesting day for me.  and a productive one at that.

is it sad that productive for me is waking up at 11:30, doing my laundry, running to the bank, going to walmart and packing up my dresser?

ok, maybe that is a lot for my sloth-like existence.

anyway listening to Jane by Ben Folds. here's a little taste of what's applying to me at the moment:

Jane be Jane
you're better that way
not when you're trying
imitating something
you think you saw

so Jane be Jane
and if sometimes that might
drive them away
let 'em stay there
you don't need 'em anyway

You're worried there might not be anything at all inside
the fact your worried, should tell you that's not right
don't try to see yourself the way that others do
it's no use


You're worried there might not be anything at all inside
but that your worried, should tell you that's not right
you've had it harder than anyone can know
so hard to let it go

but its your life
you can decorate it as you like
beneath the painted armour
in your eyes
the truth still shines
Jane be Jane


so, any one who knows me, i don't really like talking about anything until i have it figured out, so that's about as close as i get to expressing all my half thoughts.

have a wonderful day everyone.  i'll be here, reinventing the wheel

love you all


Saturday, May 05, 2007

this one's for you mahoney

i really don't know what to update

i'll be in the haute this summer... living at a RHIT profs house for free (read AMAZING) with jama (read AMAZING as well)

most of the time i feel like i'm living multiple lives.  i feel like i'm a different person with everyone i meet. i'm not sure which person i like yet, or which person is the true me. is that a process of finding oneself?  i'm pretty sure i know who i am and what i want, and then i come across a different aspect of my personality (or my personality with a part left out) and i wonder if that's really me. 

that's about it. questioning and summer

love you all


Wednesday, March 14, 2007

I have to much to say

but i cant find the words.

every thing i look at evokes poetry to be written.  i'm thrown analogies by mother nature. 

every song i hear reminds me of a memory. 

every smell brings about others, all reminding me of you

i want to make lists.  i want to forget.  i want to remember.  i want to be mad.  i want to be hurt.  i want to hurt you. most of all, i just want to be me.  and that involves not knowing what to do.  i'm so frustrated.  the thought of you makes me weak.

it's almost easter season, a time for rebirth.  everything reminds me of you.



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