Name: Brittany D.O.B:9/19/89 Loves: Music- it is the window to the soul-, passionate love and devotion, family, friends, lazy summer afternoons, swimming, a whole bunch of movies(ask me if you're really that curious), the Theatre, Broadway, Tae Kwon Do, the butterflies you get around the person you adore- even after you've been with them for over a year or more, her trenchcoat jacket, sleeping and dreaming, taking walks, driving without a destination, living life day by day as it comes without regret... or just trying my hardest to do that. Hates: The word hate. Math of course and causing others grief and pain.
Get fuzzy rocks
hm that was a rather ferocious entry last night (or very early this morning rather)
I can't wait to have a job that i sincerely care about and want to be at. The only joy i get out of Hobby Lobby are the tiny little babies that come through my line every day making the goofiest faces or screaming HI!!!! at the top of their lungs.
Its a good joy though
Oh and everyone needs a kitten in their life. One like Chelsey's new kitten Liberty Bell.
My heart is still warm and fuzzy from her playing with our feet last night. It tickled sooo much!
I don't really care much about you persay... not anymore... you kind of burned that bridge with the heart ache and betrayal you left me with.. I care about your life and that you're doing well and that you're happy.. kudos to you for all of your successes in life. I hope you have a rewarding experience. I do not care what you think of me.
I do care that I was so hurt without warning and without sufficient reason. I will never understand how someone can completely just stop talking to a person they claimed to care about or at least like in some sense or nature. It is incomprehensible to me. Whenever you asked me that day why I looked so glum as i left the party, I gave you a rather long drawn out answer because I was being nice and I didn't really want to say what was on my head: "you fucked me over and clearly you don't give a damn"
You've given me trust issues that I had long forgotten. They've been renewed in me and I don't like them at all.
I suppose it makes me more cautious. But i wonder if it will also make me pass something up one day.
A mild explosion occured, but not a full one. I'm proud of us for that. The situation is indeed complicated, but like I said before I'm not putting any pressure on you. You know I want you all to myself, that doesn't have to be said out loud. I know you will follow whatever God tells you, and all I can do is cross my fingers. I just want you to do what is best for you so that you're happy.
Apparently it takes around six shots in an array of mixed drinks and 2 smirnoffs in about 4 hours to get Brittany drunk. Now we know, and that shall never happen again. I don't understand why people like the feeling. My head was just really heavy and everything was moving in slow motion. I had to focus extra hard on everything I did, and I couldn't even think straight because all I wanted to do was sleep.
Apparently I'm a very smiley and spaced out drunk. lol
But yeah. It's done, no more of that. I do like the taste of some alcoholic beverages, but I have no desire to drink them in excess.
So this guy asks me to dance, and he was kinda cute and had a nice smile so I went ahead and said yes. I didn't notice that he was holding two beers until he asked me to hold one for him. Obviously he was beyond gone since he couldn't even notice the giant blue smudges on my hands screaming that I was underaged. So I just kinda said no I can't do that I'll get in trouble you'll get in trouble blah blah blah. So he was like ok just put your arms around my neck. So I did, didn't think anything of it really. He kept pulling me closer which was kinda awkward but again I didn't think anything of it. We talked while we were dancing, he told me this elaborate story about how his brother was banned for life from Red River blah blah blah, and then he proceeded to kiss me on my cheek.
Here's where I said "Hey no no I don't do that shit." and he was like "Oh I'm sorry I was just tryin to set the mood, I'm not tryin to Fuck you or anything." So I pulled away a little and we kept dancing. Then he accidentally spilt beer on my arm. And then he tried to kiss my neck. Yeah, at that point I was pissed. Luckily the song ended so I just kinda said thanks for the dance and what not and he goes "wait we aren't going to dance anymore?" and I was like "nah I need to go home anyways its like 1:45 blah blah blah" So I thanked him again and walked away.
Then he proceeded to follow me back where I met Whitney and started cusing me out saying "You don't 'fucking walk away from the guy you were just dancing with. It makes him look like he fucked up, you don't fucking do that shit." He was getting legitimately angry at this point so Whitney and I were scared. I tried to calm him down and I was like "Hey I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that I"ll remember that next time I dance with someone blah blah blah" and he continues to curse me out. Finally he turned away a little and the two of us took off away from him.
Scary shit. I thought he was going to follow me out in the parking lot. (Zach was randomly there in the parking lot though so even if he did follow me I knew I'd have some protection. But then again I didn't want Zach to start a fight with this guy. I was freaking out about that)
Lesson learned-Saturday nights are packed and contain a lot more ass holes. Thursdays are where its at.
