Scratch That.

So, exploring Drafting was officially the most boring thing I have ever endured.
Moving on to Graphics! Yippee..

Do I belong anywhere?

Finally!

Isn't it amazing to finally spend time with your best friend after a long time? It's an awesome feeling =]

Oh, the Wonders of Vacation

Even if it is only for a short while. Enjoy it while it lasts, fellow adolescents, vacation is rare..

Alright, enough of my vacation philosophy. I often get bored during vacations, simply because my hometown is as boring as a nursing home naptime in the middle of nowhere. And all my friends live in different towns, and unfortunately, some in different states. Also, the barn is like...two towns over, which makes Brianna horse-deprived, leading to Brianna being happy-deprived. If I could, I would be at the barn every possible waking moment. No joke.

Anyways, I managed to have a sleepover with Meghan and Rachel this weekend. So yay for that! And I'm also staying at my sisters dorm on Thursday! Yippeee. Oh, and I'm planning to do something with my hair. The salons open tomorrow so...mwahahahaha. Only a choice few people know of my plans. The rest of you get surprised :)

Alrighty, enough of my "I-feel-an-obligation-to-post-about-absolutely-nothing" rant. Ta-ta.

Attic=Room?

My room is, eventually, going to be in the attic. But because the attic looks like an elephant ate the contents of three Dumpsters and then exploded, it's taking a lot (emphasis on the LOT) of work to clean up/out up there. Also, about 15/16ths of the junk up there doesn't even belong to me, so while I clean up my own mess I also have to organize my siblings/parents stuff, too. It's not too comfy either...my brother is a hoard, so there are Legos, playing cards, random fluff from a Buzz Lightyear he mutilated, etc. strewn about my floor. I swear, I go to bed at night and find Legos embedded in my feet (okay, exaggeration, but STILL). I have my clothes up there in my (finished) closet (yay!), but there is still a lot of work to be done (i.e. sorting clothes, selling clothes, giving clothes away, ripping clothes to shreds when I get frustrated, clothesclothesclothesclothes). Did I mention that there is a lingering scent of smoke? And those ashes on my desk? And before you ask, no I don't smoke. But I recently tested out my previously un-tested pyromania and...voila, bye-bye bad test grades! So just in case you ever find yourself wondering 'What's Brianna's attic like?', there you go. Bam.

Oh, and, by the way, I'm switching shops again. Wee. Adios carpentry. Helloooo drafting.

Why are you so afraid?

Why? How come people can't accept abnormalities? Why are you so afraid of what's different? I don't wear your clothes, I don't think your thoughts, I don't speak your words...so what? Is it really such a threat? Can't I be who I want to be? Why should I act like you, be like you? When are you going to let people be themselves?


They tell you where you need to go
They tell you when you'll need to leave
They tell you what you need to know
They tell you who you need to be
But everything inside you knows
There's more than what you've heard
There's so much more than empty conversations
Filled with empty words
-Switchfoot

I'm Astonished..

Astonished by the impact that books can have on a persons emotions, thought process, even their daily life. How a character's thoughts and actions can cause you to re-examine yourself, how a storyline can plunge you deep into introspect, and through reading about someone else's life-whether fictional or not-you can learn about yourself.
Simply amazing.