Poetry

I'm taking a British Literature class right now, and I'm drowning in poetry (I like poetry, but I'm reading so much that I feel like I'm gulping for air when I finish class for the day). My instructor takes this poetry stuff very seriously, even the funny ones like Tam O'Shanter. And he talks like he from the time period we are studying. He's pretty funny for being so serious. Anyway, with so much poetry linger-longering around me, I made one up on my way home! And I remembered it long enough to write it down (it is short). It isn't serious at all, so I was very proud of myself for not giving in to peer pressure to write deep, meaningful poetry. Oh, and I dedicate it to Jaycey (Kim, don't get your feelings hurt--I dedicated a short story to you):

My Pants
Someone told me long ago,
“Keep your pants on, son,” and so
I buttoned up and zipped them tight
And prayed and wished with all my might
That they should never come undone
So no one else will call me “son”
‘Cause I’m a daughter, born and bred
And I’ll be one until I’m dead.

Nutella

In response to some comments, I'm not sure if Aaron ever found his bedroom and bathroom doors, although I assume they were mysteriously replaced in the last few days.



Funny: Kate was looking in the pantry. We each have a shelf in there. Next thing I know, she's holding my nutella yelling "Who's is this?" and I was like geez, she's way excited about that and I said "It's mine. You can have some if you want," but I said it real cautious like because if she got so excited just from looking at it, who knew what would happen when she tasted it.



But she reacted in even a stranger way than I could have ever imagined. Her eyes went real big and she got really mad. "This is yours? Don't eat it."



"Why?" I asked.



"Because it's gross!" she yelled, shaking the nutella at me.



It was very funny to me. Maybe it really isn't that funny. Maybe you had to be there. See, this is why people send those postcard that say "Wish you were here!" because they want to share funny moments with them. Either that or they are too cheap to buy you a real present from wherever they are and they think that a postcard that costs 50 cents will make up for the fact that they are cheap as long as they have a picture of the place on it.



I didn't know I loved nutella until about a month ago. Aurie was putting it on some crepes. I said it looked like chocolate peanut butter, and she said, "No, it's a hazelnut spread." I think her head wiggled side to side and everything. Anyway, she told me to try it and I did, and it was amazingness in my mouth, but I didn't want her to know how much I liked it, so I said "it's okay," and she laughed at me. she saw right through it. so i told her "I don't know whether to thank you or to blame you."



So later I called my mom and asked her if she knew what Nutella was, and she said she did! And I wondered why she kept it from me my whole life, and she said she didn't keep it from me. She bought some when I was little, and I ate the whole jar real quick, but the stuff was expensive so she stopped buying it because I would eat it so quick.



So I still need to tell Aurie sorry, but she isn't the first person to give me nutella.



I miss that girl.



So for my two summer courses, all of my assignments are posted online, so I think I'm going to try to finish all of my homework as fast as possible so I can relax more for the rest of the summer. then all I'll have to do is study lectures.

Ha ha ha! Like I'll ever really do it. I say I will do things like that, but really I don't.

And you might be thinking, "Brittany, you did a 23 credit semester. That shows you are ambitious enough to do anything."

Well, I have a response to that: that is false. I might be ambitious, but that is not the reason I did a 23 credit semester. I could've split that into two semesters if I wanted. The REAL reason I did a 23 credit semester was because I wanted to prove someone wrong. A counselor at Itineris (Matt Ekker) told me that I couldn't do it. I thought, "Yeah right, Ekker, I can do what I want." So I told him to watch me, I was going to do it and get good grades, too. And I did. I was actually on the president's list. I don't say this to brag. I say this to prove a point--don't tell me I can't do anything.

And I can do what I want.

Oh! that reminds me--I am getting a pixie cut and dying my hair dark red in either two months or four months.

Margarita Night

Oh no!

That is what you will say in response to this next part:

I love Margarita Night!

Now I know what you are thinking--Oh no! But don't worry, the margaritas are virgin. No drunk girl behind these typed words. I love strawberry daquiris, and I can have one every tuesday, because that is Margarita Night! I don't even know if I am spelling that correctly, because I haven't come across them enough to see how these drinks are spelled, but that is okay, because you don't have to spell it for your waiter at applebee's, all you have to do is say it. Not that I get them at Applebee's, I get them for free from my neighbor, and they would never spike it, so not to worry, I am completely safe. and I am learning martial arts, so actually you should be worried for the people around me. they are not so safe anymore.

I have moved into the social apartments. I love them very much. My roommates are normal--they don't stay locked up in their rooms, and they eat downstairs where everyone can talk to them, and we watch movies together. Then people (just people in general) knock on the door and say "come to ultimate frisbee" or "come to family home evening" or "come watch a movie outside at apartment T1?" or "come get a slurpee" or "come country swing dancing" or "come cook dinner with me/us" or "come on a group date" or "come on a date" or "do you have flour" or my favorite so far "do you guys have my bedroom and bathroom door?" closely followed by my second favorite "is brigham here? he said we were meeting here (no one in the apartment knew why brigham said that or what they were meeting for)".

also, a funny, my roommate Kate walked into the wrong apartment, took her coat off, and went into the living room before realizing that the people on the couches were not her roommates. then she said "this isn't my apartment" and they replied "no, but you can watch tv with us if you want." I tell you what the people here are so nice to us when we break into their apartments, almost as if there are no such things as robbers or mental murderers.

I want to say more but I am tired and my back hurts and i need to put my laundry away before i can go to sleep because it is on my bed. And it is raining right now, and windy, so that means i really need to get some sleep. not really, I don't know what that has to do with anything, but there's the weather report if you are interested. many conversations start with the weather, mine ends with the weather. and actually, i think it is going to snow tomorrow and the next day.

Work It

Short post today. Two things.

1. My website now works--all of the secondary links (resume and artifacts) now work. Check it out with a FIREFOX browser, which you can safely download for free at: http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/.
I fiddled with it so I could apply at the writing center and stand out from the other applicants. I will tell more of this story next week (reason for delay in story in next item).

2. I am almost done with a 3 credit week long course. I will finish class sessions tomorrow, and then I will turn in a portfolio on Monday. I might post it here as well. Anyway, that is what I have been working on lately (and moving), and I will continue to work on it through the weekend (as well as unpacking).

Come Monday, I will try to post on a regular basis, not daily, but regularly.

This post is dedicated to Tara. Thanks for the comments. Sorry you have a short post dedicated to you, but rest assured that an enormous amount of emotion went into these brief words.