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So, I overslept today. Woke up at around 8, and made it just in time for 2nd period. Well, a minute past just in time, anyways. I think my mom was pretty mad at me in the morning though. I vaguely remember her yelling at me to get up. Ah, well. But on the brighter side, come thursday, I don't have to get up early at all! It will soon come and grace us with its awe-inspiring presence...Senior Ditch Day! Yes! For now I have an excuse for being the lazy ass that I am. Anyways, some people are going all out - pulling together to go to California Adventures, but I, of the simple-minded, shall sleep in. Then maybe go hang out with some of my friends (the one's with licenses, ha ha). But it all depends, some of them have work right in the middle of the afternoon (melissa, la, you party poopers). Whatever. Que sera sera and all that. As long as I'm not in school or arrested, it's all good. Hopefully we'll go to Starbucks. Mmmm, coffee. My treat, so danee, you better be willing to drive us there!

"That is a cool toilet!"
- from a pampers commercial, I swear to God

:: britt was abducted @ 6:38 PM, Monday, April 28, 2003 ::

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You are a Templar! You are a woman from the future
that loves to blow shit up. The world has been
destroyed by robots, so you have dedicated your
life to destroying them. You may even be a bit
robotic yourself. Go you!


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Ha ha, blow stuff up...

:: britt was abducted @ 12:38 AM, Thursday, April 24, 2003 ::

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For a bit of shameless asian advertising...

Better Luck Tomorrow

Go watch. Worth it, even if the ending did suck.
Don't mess with The Chau.

:: britt was abducted @ 11:14 AM, Wednesday, April 23, 2003 ::

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AP exams in about two weeks... britt is starting to feel a little stressed. She should be studying and working on her art portfolio, but she seems to have developed a very unhealthy addiction to naps in the afternoon/evening. It's gotten so bad, that when she tried to skip her short trip to wonderland today, she found herself afflicted with a pounding headache. Poor brittany, she's even begun referring to herself in the third person. Oh, and she wants to take the time to reassure christine that this is, in no way, reflective of that mental disorder test. The voices in her head all agree that she is quite sane. Urges to wear a variety of strange yet oddly cute hats are perfectly normal, as well as cravings for steak.

:: britt was abducted @ 5:32 PM, Monday, April 21, 2003 ::

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So now that I don't have classes on Saturdays, I got to sleep in late. It was bliss, and I even woke up on time to catch the second Yu-Gi-Oh episode at 10:00. Don't laugh, you probably secretly like it too. Anyways, channel surfing during commercials, I come across the disney channel (which is abc 7 by the way) and its showing "Kim Possible." Now a horrid name for an admittedly not so great cartoon, but as I watched it (because I am a loser that way), it just grew on me. Its so damn cute. Its about a secret agent in high school, who bears that ridiculous name Kim Possible mentioned above, who is popular, pretty, and an all-around lovable redhead with good grades and an adoring public and neat cheerleading moves. And a dorky guy sidekick. And an even dorkier guy nerd to, you know, send her nifty gadgets and stuff on her cool little portable walkie-talkie/tv thing-a-ma-jig. And a naked mole named Rufus (who is the cutest thing on the show). But moving along, I watched, winced at the bad dialogue, tacky villains, and predictably vanilla outcome, and fell in love with the show. So, as I already established that I am a loser, I go online to check out the show - to see who's who and stuff. Names to place with faces, that sort of thing. And lo and behold, Disney has a site for it. A rather well constructed site, actually. And dammit, it was hilarious. Click on the link below to see a little cheer routine I created, and then go browse the site yourself.
Oh, and I like her green cargos.



eat your heart out

:: britt was abducted @ 11:35 AM, Saturday, April 12, 2003 ::

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I hate being sick.

:: britt was abducted @ 7:18 PM, Friday, April 11, 2003 ::

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Warning: epiphany ahead.

Okay, so it's about 12:45, and my mom has just picked me up from my class at Art Center. I had a headache, and was thusly acting like a bitch. My mom's throat was sore, and she had no more cough drops, so she was also being slightly bitchy. In other words, we were both in bad bad moods. So we stew and piss each other off in the car, until we get to the mall - mom wanted a new purse. But not just any purse. One with "compartments" to hold all her "junk." (Her words, not mine.) So we spend hours looking for a purse. Hours scouring Nordstroms, Robinson's May, and I'm telling you, they each have an absurd collection of handbags. Most of them ugly. Very ugly. So it is now 4:15, and I am whining to go home. Just like in the previous entry, actually. But, being the clever little mother she is, sends me off to look at sunglasses, because not only had I mentioned I needed a pair, but it would get me away from her. So I'm browsing through the sunglass racks (only managing ot knock over a couple of columns, yay me!) when mother dearest finally joins me. Hah, now she's waiting for me! But, with that oh-so-alluring pull that all sunglass racks possess, she of course tries some on. Now, just a bit on information: my mother likes big lens. I'm talking telescope size here. Aviator glasses got nothing on them. Goggles are put to shame. So naturally I help her out because, dammit, it's just fun to watch her try them on. And soon, we're laughing and trying on glasses and generally goofing off. We leave the mall in much better spirits. But in the shower I get to thinking, which I often do because cleaning myself usally doesn't take much mental effort (although, now that I think about it, did I wash my left leg?). So I'm thinking about how much fun I had with my mom, and how bizarre that was - not because she's my mom, but because we were both pissy before. And then, it hits me.

We bonded. Over shopping.

It is now a proven truth. After all my years of being the tomboy, I have become a teenage girl. And it won't be long before I have to get into some frilly pastelly flowery lacy monstrosity for prom. Ugh.

Oh, and for all those who would love to have my mom as their mom...ha! Too bad. She's mine. And she looks wicked cool in her new green-tinted sunglasses.

:: britt was abducted @ 5:48 PM, Saturday, April 05, 2003 ::

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My mom won't take me home. I can always walk, but that would take effort and sweat that I really don't feel like expending at the moment. Plus, I have to carry a crapload of paints and stuff back home. So, nothing much to do (I'm avoiding my own artwork for a while) except help Mako and Kristine make their frames for their 'Feelings' posters. Later, Leslie's gonna pick me up and take me to her cult...er, her job, I mean. I hope she feeds me. It should be interesting.

Man, I wanna go home.

:: britt was abducted @ 4:08 PM, Friday, April 04, 2003 ::

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