Currently Reading Pride and Prejudice (Oxford World's Classics) By Jane Austen see related

Sometimes I kill myself over some of my thoughts at school. My goodness, I got home and mulled over the days happenings and made a mental check list of what I wanted to do when I got home. I totally cracked up at some of them:

1. Take a bubble bath

2. Go to the gym

3.Take a nap

4. Work on research paper (please note it's order )

Maybe taking a bubble bath isn't such an abnormal thing for you, but for me: it happens maybe once a year. The fact that -out of the blue - today of all random, uneventful days, taking a bubble bath was the number one idea on my mind all day at school. And taking a nap and going to the gym. School has warped my brain. Or shrunken it -I can't really decide. And when I got home and began to think about my list it was almost like waking up from a dream and trying to remember it -and when you finally do, you laugh at the absurdity of it. Tu comprende? Yeah. That's what I thought.  Anyway, it just really tickled me at how serious I was about my above list while at school and then I get home, get a little caffeine in this over used, mentally fried being and regain semiconsciousness and realize how dumb it was. And believe me when I say I was passionate about getting through the day, rushing home and jumping in a bath of bubbles. Ha. Oh my Bri... you need help. Or you just need to graduate. Something.

*Whines* Do I  have to explain my post to you? Not that I object, but should I explain it, the less random it really is. Not that I'm wanting it to appear super random but it takes the fun/sporadicalness out of it. Oh, okay: so I was trying to type some every day thought processes out mainly to rid my system of it while watching an old Shirley Temple movie. Once I finished a phrase of thoughts she'd do something really random -like smile and show her dimple, try her best to cry her guts out with a result of what sounds like hysterical laughter, or just say a cute line. She kept ruining my thoughts. Heh. Darn you Temple!  (Ha. That rhymes with dimple. temple. dimple.)

 Nick and I had an absolutely divine 6th period talking about deep things. It was refreshing from the normal school conversations which include something along the lines of "What did you do yesterday?" "Did you hear that Bob and Sarah broke up?" "Would you quit poking the back of my head?" "You know? Our faculty is uncaring and they say I don't understand because I'm too angry. ANGRY?! WHO SAID I'M ANGRY?!"  Yeah. It gets extremely old. But ole Nick and I kicked it up and talked about the pluses of communism, the legitimacy of honor, the choice between brilliance and normalcy, our spiritual lives (his quite different from my own), and what we looked like and how we perceived ourselves when we were younger. God knew I needed a good chat with a buddy who isn't friends for ulterior motives, or inconsistent. I haven't really lost any of my old friends, granted there will always be a few, I've just added a whole bunch of "friends" that are somewhat trivial.  It's sad to think some of them consider me such a great friend when I know virtually nothing about them. It's made me realize the few friends God has placed in my life have been absolute keepers. Wonderful accountability, hilarious moments, hugs and laugher -so much that many of my school friends have never had. Wow. Like I wrote in my journal awhile back "I'm a rotten and spoiled girl, overwhelmed by grace." And it's never been more true.

I pushed open a door today and smashed Nick (Giovanetti -not the one mentioned above) against a wall, on accident. I slightly hurt him, but I couldn't help but laugh when his face was smeared on the glass -his nose not far resembling a pig's. Or Judi Dench's. Plus he was yelling "Ow! Bri smashed me! Let me out!" in that thick Chicago accent of his. And it didn't help that he threatened to punch my neck. I laughed even harder. I love that phrase -it's so hilarious. It just has that great Chuck Norris connotation to it. Ahh... I'm laughing just thinking about it.

Well, I wrote a bunch of nothing here. Oh well. It's theraputic. Off to read and research. BLAH.

Bri

Currently Listening Life in Cartoon Motion By Mika see related

Shirley Temple was weird. Cute, but weird.

I've been to Starbucks three times this week. Surely I'm clogging some important organ. But it's research paper crunch time and it doesn't help that I have to work at school all day tomorrow for Beta club and I have church, missions meeting, and the Oscars on Sunday. Heh. I can't miss the Oscars. I'm too excited.

Plus Shirley Temple never could cry.

My phone is driving me nuts. It's dropping calls and not ringing. I need to be on the next dropped call Cingular commercial. Funny things have happened. Some not-so-funny things have happened as well. Some of which would include dropping it in the lou last week. Indians in old movies are cheesy and annoying. Like biblical movies where Jesus is pale skinned with an British accent. Excuse me ...not every freakin' Indian knew how to speak English back in the day and I'm like 99% positive Christ was Arab looking. Get it right.

Ima off to watch me some Lady in the Water. Aw, fond memories. I watched that with Lance, Carra, and David Todd when we got back from South Africa. South Africa is so beautiful. I don't think I've been to a prettier place but it's hard to compare totally different atmospheres.

But Shirley Temple sure had cute dimples. I have one dimple.

Sleep tight,

Bri