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Today we (me, Gloria, Mela, Mela's sis Diana, mom, and sorta Ronald) finally finished our mural in the Absolut Chalk festival in Pasedena. Two whole days - it began yesterday at 8 am - of sweat, heat, sunburns (patterned on me) chalk, and rough sidewalk, and we make a bee-yoo-ti-full mural of this boy underwater. It was hard. As soon as Diana sends pics, I'll post them.
This was our second year doing the chalk festival, last year we had the impossibly cool team of me, Gloria, Ronald, Aude, and my mom. This year we added a whole buncha people, but most of them bailed. But no matter! Despite my whining, the newbies, and my slacking, we managed to finish pretty much on time. And we won! Well, we won for "most dreamy" anyways. Ha ha, it only took two years to win something! Not bad at all. We also got invited to chalk at Balboa in October, and we'll probably go, if not only for the beaches.

Oh, and I turned 18 today.

Mom: You should get a coffee. It'll wake you up.
Me: Thai Iced Tea is fine.
Mom: Ok...so Thai Iced Coffee with boba...
Me: No, Thai Iced Tea with boba.
Mom: Thai Iced Coffee...
Me: Thai Iced TEA!
Mom: Thai Iced Coffee...
Me, Mela, Diana, Gloria: THAI ICED TEA!!!!
Mom: Oh! Oh! Thai Iced Tea!
-mom trying to tell Brandon our boba orders....hee hee...oh dear.....

:: britt was abducted @ 10:34 PM, Sunday, June 29, 2003 ::

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I'm HUNGOVER.
Ha ha, just kidding. I'm finally awake and at home long enough to update this blog, so...
Well, as everybody who reads this (all 5 of you!) knows, we are all finally out of high school. Read the last entry if you wanna remember what is was like. My predictions are uncanny. And we all stank after. Although I must add, the speeches really sucked. And so did the guards who took our 3 beach balls away. But Leslie rocked, and I didn't trip on stage! (Although I did when I was steping into the row of seats...)

Afterwords my family went to eat Korean BBQ at Soot Bull Jeep - bet you were wondering about that in the last entry - with La, Meli, and Dani, and their families. 26 people! It was good though, but we all stank after. Then the kiddies (sans Melissa) went to Speedzone and wasted tons of money; it was a blast. Then off to Tommy's (and we all stank after), Bruce Almighty after dropping off Salinda and Ricky, and finally home. Where I took a long needed shower and crashed. I woke up at around 10 today, and was so unbelievably happy that I don't haveta go to school anymore.
We graduated everybody! Thanks for all the great years and laughs, I'll miss most of you!

Oh, and I also have this new addiction to Time Crisis 3. Until you've played it, you cannot even begin to imagine how extremely satisfying it is to just spray everyone down with an uzi, or launch a grenade! Ha ha, die pixilated characters! Die I say!

"Bittersweet and stange, finding you can change - learning you were wrong..."
-Tale as Old as Time, Beauty and the Beast

I have the DVD! I love it so.

:: britt was abducted @ 10:51 AM, Friday, June 27, 2003 ::

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Well, today is the last day I will officially be a high school student. Graduation is in approximately 8 hours. It will be unbearably hot, stuffy, and crowded as well as insufferably long, boring, and trite. I can't wait.

"Soot Bull Jeep!"
-me

:: britt was abducted @ 12:33 AM, Thursday, June 26, 2003 ::

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Some people just CAN'T TAKE A HINT.

And that's about all I have to say about today.
Well, that and rice rocket cars will never be as cool and awesome as a classic american muscle.

"Why won't he go away?!?"
-I think Christine, Meli, La, and I all said this at one point...

:: britt was abducted @ 11:24 PM, Tuesday, June 24, 2003 ::

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Jacked this from Christine's blog (again). I don't have live journal either, so I used my e-mail addy. Ha ha...criminal. I like that.

:: britt was abducted @ 2:52 PM, Monday, June 23, 2003 ::

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Finals Day 1 - Complete.
Well, got most of my finals worries outta the way in about 3 hours. No more project/presentation for Jeffries, no more BSing for Ursini, got my cap and gown, and finally got my yearbook (which just came out yesterday). All I have to worry about high school-wise is Zwick's final, which is matching, so it can't be too hard, the actual graduation, and getting people's signatures for my yearbook. We only have 2 days left of finals, and everybody has 6th period free...
I'm afraid my yearbook is going to look as unpopular as I really am!

When I got home today at 1 in the afternoon (the yearbook line was a bitch), I ordered a pizza, inhaled practically half of it (I am such a pig), puttered around til 4, and took a nap. Til now. I have no idea what came over me. Why should I be tired? Its not as if finals is tiring (or challenging). Ha, maybe I'm just gonna miss everybody sooo much, I slept to cope with my grief. Hugs and kisses for all I know (and actually like), and kudos for getting past high school in one relatively sane piece.

"Remember, always be yourself. Unless you suck."
-Joss Whedon

:: britt was abducted @ 10:48 PM, Friday, June 20, 2003 ::

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Finally finished the still-life I've been working on for about 2 weeks. Blargh. Maybe I should make a website, like an online portfolio or something. Maybe I should learn how to first. Maybe I can get Brandon to help me make one, since he's coming down soon, for my graduation. Speaking of which...
Graduation is exactly one week from today. I just have to finish this last "normal" day of school, sleep through my finals, and viola! Diplomas at the Greek Ampitheatre in Griffith Park. I haveta go buy a big beach ball. I can't wait to get out high school. I thought I'd be nervous and what-not, especially since I haven't even applied to college yet, but...I wanna leave.

Anyways, over the weekend I also have to go shopping for everyone's graduation present. If u guys want something in particular (that I can afford), tell me before it's too late, and you end up getting a lucky cat coin holder from my store. Mwahahahaaa...don't think I won't do it.

:: britt was abducted @ 10:35 AM, Thursday, June 19, 2003 ::

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For Fathers Day, me and family (well, me, mom and dad) went down to Rodeo Drive to check out this neat little auto show that was going on. It was pretty. Didn't have those muscle cars I like to drool over, but plenty of old old old style models. Old enough, for example, to be have been owned by Fred Astair. There was, however, a cute little 247 cobra signed by The Man himself - Carrol Shelby, as well as a GT 350, which, while not a '67 GT 500, was shiny enough to swoon over. The highlight (I thought) was this old 1967 Ferrari (not that the new Ferraris weren't nice...), a 275 GTB-4. It was a dark red and just...gorgeous. I have added it to my "want" list. You know, along with the 1967 Shelby GT 500, 1972/73 Stingray Corvette, a billion dollars, and complete ownership of the Autobahn.

Oh, and I also got some cool pants at Guess. They were expensive. I feel kinda bad...my dad got them for me, and it was supposed to be Daddy Day.

"Duct tape is like the force. It has a light side and a dark side, and it holds the universe together."

:: britt was abducted @ 11:06 PM, Sunday, June 15, 2003 ::

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Almost 24 hours later, and I'm finally fully awake or not busy doing anything. So about Grad Nite, here we go. Fasten your seatbelt kiddies, and keep your arms and legs inside at all times.
It all started on Thursday, at Souplantation with most of the Nerd Herd (and their dates), and Vic, Dani, Meli, La, and me. That was much fun. But poor Victor, we all kept picking on him. Even Mela got in a few shots. And after much confusion about the Japanese flag, we (Vic, Dani, Meli, La, me) left to go back to Mashall to catch our 9 - actually 11 - PM bus. We boarded at around 10:20, got lost going to the 5 and the parking lot, and finally disembarked at Disneyland at around 11:15. After the morons in our bus stopped bitching about rules they already knew, and could not change (no matter the amount of whining), we go off in a no-so-orderly fashion and Gloria kindly raced us up to the entrance. There we made like sardines in a can and packed ourselves together with the other hundreds of schools who attended. After a quick pat-down, we were free unto the night! And immediately made our way to Space Mountain, which, of course, had to be closed. No matter though, our indomitable teenage spirit and vigor quickly got us to the Matterhorn where an hour of waiting in a 35 minute line gave us time to map out an itinerary. Not that we'd stick to it, of course. This is us we're talking about. The group who has yet to watch the previews when we decide to go to the movies together.
Anyway, to make a brief night even shorter, we went on Thunder Mountain, got ripped off at some BBQ joint (although one whole free skewer for the long wait, joy!), and then split up into 2 - Dani, La and Victor in one, Me and Meli in the other. No one else would go on the Jungle Cruise with her. So the former group went clubbing, and the latter enjoyed the oh-so-witty sarcasm of Jungle Cruise employees. Oh look, I just used some too. But all was not lost, Adam split from his group to join us (Ah! Group wreckers! We are a dasterdly bunch) and we went on to Pirates of the Carribean (shudder), Haunted Masion (yawn) and Indy Jones (yay!). We avoided the boulder just in time to get to lockers, hook back up with our wayward group friends, and get separated again in the walk back to the buses. Meli, you walk too fast. Anyways, after confusedly stumbling our way to the right bus, we settled in for a nice nap, which would have been even nicer, if the guy who sat in front of us wasn't an ass-kisser who wouldn't shut his brown-nosing mouth. (Ha! A paradox! Take that Ursini!) Plus, his friend stunk. Then at last, we get of at Marshall (again, in that no-so-orderly fashion) at 7:30 AM to immediately avoid the school entirely and make our way to our respective homes.

To Duh! (ha ha, it's a funny pun Christine, admit it.) At home, slept til 5:30 (not my fault, alarm didn't go off), then woke up to shower, then head down to grandma's to have a 3-hour dinner with her and her high-roller friends. Home again, its 9:30 PM, so I eat some ice cream, watch some tv, then crash again. And wake again. It is now 3:30 AM, on Saturday, and my mother is snoring.

"Hubba hubba."
-Criminy, Sinfest

:: britt was abducted @ 3:34 AM, Saturday, June 14, 2003 ::

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Spotted: Jamba Juice worker in line at Starbucks.

Oh, fickle human heart! What is the world coming to?

:: britt was abducted @ 4:42 PM, Wednesday, June 11, 2003 ::

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Well, today was fun. Spent the whole morning introducing last night's dinner to the porcelain throne, and apparently they had a good time together and news spread, 'cause lunch joined them in the afternoon. Mom was really ticked at me, and was yelling and shaking me to get me out of bed. Not a good idea. She's lucky I didn't upchuck all over her instead.

On a brighter note (and less gross, to say the least), Finding Nemo was hilariously, wickedly funny. The blue fish made me bust a gut whenever she had a line. Heh heh..."I can speak whale!" The guys next to me were looking at me real strange, but oh, damn, that was too funny. Almost peed myself.

The more I see of Sinbad, the more I hate it. I started out really wanting to watch it, but...the CG job is just...ugly. And overdone. I miss the times where animators actually drew everything, with just a hint of CG to make the backgrounds pretty or something. Ah, the times of the past. And don't get me started on that Looney Toons flick thats coming out. I shudder at it's mere existence. Oh woe, thy sense of aesthetics!

"Democrats are also the party of government activism, the party that says government can make you richer, smarter, taller and get the chickweed out of your lawn. Republicans are the party that says government doesn't work, and then they get elected and prove it."
-P.J. O'Rourke, Parliament of Whores

This guy cracks me up.

:: britt was abducted @ 11:04 PM, Monday, June 09, 2003 ::

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I cannot stand reading King Lear, or any Shakepeare at all for that matter, in class. Zwick is playing back a taped version, and while that is much better than listening to classmates stumble through ye olde english, he keeps stopping the playback to explain the what just happened. Now, that in itself is easily understandable - the class is full of not-so-swift high schoolers after all. But he does it after every scene, every soliloquy, every conversation. IT IS ANNOYING. I know Shakespeare is hard to understand, but there are footnotes. And damnit, some of this stuff is just obvious. Nyargh. Ergh. I got so fed in 2nd I ended up throwing my book down and taking a nap. I would rather struggle through the play on my own than be spoon-fed every little detail and occurance. Don't get me wrong. This does not mean I hate Zwick. I can't afford to. He's one of the only teachers who actually genuinely likes me. But sometimes...just SHUT UP! Let the old man lament in peace! Besides, how many times can one say "emasculate" before it just starts to get like the proverbial mallet to the head? We get it already.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill!"
-Lear, King Lear

:: britt was abducted @ 10:43 AM, Wednesday, June 04, 2003 ::

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