peace out. literally.

Wow do you ever just have a weekend that you feel like you need another weekend right after in order to recover?

Its like I try so hard to keep peace in my life and everyone is determined to ruin that peace. Sometimes its subtle and an accident and I can get over it... Sometimes it just takes a bit more than that. 

A few things I am looking forward to... 

Conference + Easter + long weekend

Summertime + Lake Powell, etc. + Richard coming home

My braces coming off in May!

The next letter from Justin

A hug

Britter OUT.

Its a Brittany thing...

Have you ever noticed that all Brittany's are blonde or rude or something? I was talking to someone the other day about this. Its like what we name our children almost affects who they will grow up to be. Maybe not.... but it sure seems like it. I will have to name my children really awesome names so that they will be really awesome. But see the cool thing about me and my name is that I overcame the challenge of a name like Brittany; I rose above it. Haha.

Today was a good day. It was like one of those days that lasts for so long, but its actually not a bad thing!

Story 1: Okay this actually happened yesterday, but it was an epic moment. This boy Tyson in my ward is absolutely gorgeous, and surprisingly nice and funny and all those things that you just don't expect in that cute of a guy. Well we had a "moment" yesterday. 

Ok so that story wasn't that great, but I liked it.

Story 2: I am writing this story for creative writing about this old couple and the letters that the woman wrote to her husband while he was in the army that she never sent. Its called "The Letters She Never Sent". Hahaha. Anyone have a more creative title? Or do you think that's good? I'm supposed to be working on that right now actually....

Story 3: I got a letter from Justin 3 weeks in a row!!! Its a record ladies and gentlemen! Put it down in the books, call the newscrew!

Story 4: Today after percussion ensemble I went rock climbing with this boy Curtis. I haven't been in a long time and I have never belayed before. So today I did a few runs and it was fun but I for sure need to do some workin out. Then he showed me how to get all set up with the "gri gri" which is what holds the rope with the right tension and stops them if they fall, but you have to work the rope through the right way for it to work. So I was doing that for him and trying to be ever so careful that he didn't drop to the ground when he fell. Then he fell. Oh I had him alright, I had him so good that I even put my own flesh into it. I was holding the rope wrong (which no one had warned me about) and the rope pulled my hand into the metal with it. The fleshy part of my hand between my thumb and fingers... yeah black and red and mushy pretty much. So he's hanging there and my hand is stuck in there with all the full weight of him on the rope on the metal on my hand and I'm like "Ow.... Uh Curtis. This hurts." And he's all "What happened? Are you going to let me down?" And I'm just like Ow.... Ow.... Ow.... And luckily this guy saw me, came over, and pulled the rope to take the weight off so I could pull my hand out. Then I sucked it up and tried climbing again and everyone was like ummm doesn't that kill? But I am so brave so I could do it. Till I couldn't. Then I left. He wasn't that great of a date anyway. Not very polite.

I think that's all the stories for today...

This weekend I am going to drive up North and go to the Holi festival at the Radha Krishna temple--the color festival!!! Its going to be so much fun. I've always wanted to go so I'm driving up there specifically for that! But there's a member of the first quorum of the seventy coming to speak this weekend for the Sunday fireside so I want to be back for that maybe... Its a debate because I would like to stay and see my grandpa sing in The Messiah. We shall see. 

I'm feeling a renewed love for all of those whom I love. I just think you are all so great and I'm so grateful for you in my life. I hope that I can touch all of your lives as you have touched mine :)

 Britter OUT.

POETRY

ROUTINE

I sit up and silence the incessant noise that shattered my sleepy dreams
And wipe the sandman’s magic dust from my eyes.
Morning sun beaming through the thin curtains
Blinds me.
A sunrise ritual begins again.
All over my face I paint it on, loose powder falls
To the floor sparkling in the early light. Promising
A beautiful day for all.




A LONE RANGER

I watch them;
Leaning forward, scratching pencils,
All brows are furrowed, all foreheads wrinkled.
Words soaking in, cerebral cortex pulsing.
All but one,
Who refuses to join
A cult, a craze, a march for success.
Her tattered notebook filled with doodles and scribbles.
A hood shrouding her face from all it can.
Aware of the world around her and yet,
Her eyes are glassy, her lips are pursed.
Denial of her place there, suffocating her.
Head tipped back, breath in and out.
It’s not enough.




GESTURE

Why haven’t his legs gone numb yet?
Nothing but time to waste, time to murder, I envy him.
He certainly looks cramped in that stone hard, tall chair
With his legs stiff below and his back ramrod straight.
Sipping, sipping from a bottomless cup,
Devouring the Daily News, with insistent hunger.
Oh my, he put it down
A sweep of the room, like a hawks quick gaze ,
I tense in fidgety anticipation. Then he goes back
To his flat soda and newsprint and I have no more time to watch
My new favorite movie I must pack up and leave.
Does he still sit there statue-like now?




BEAUTY RESTRAINED

Fuchsia petals huddled together from the storm outside,
Shining pink silk holds them that way, in spite of
A discouraged wilt on the edges of each.
Water, sunshine, even love,
Not one will brighten her up.
I suppose if I was a flower and was cooped up in a stark white kitchen,
With no one to see my beauty or breathe in my sweet scent,
Unappreciated, uncared for. Kept in a vase a bit too skinny and a bit too short,
No room to grow, and the weather not right for living.
I would not be so chipper and bright either.




WINDY DAYS

Playful breezes that send chills up your spine mingle with the trees
A sunbeam glints and winks a shining eye.
A whisper weaves around, teasing out a giggle.
Smooth metal clang together in rhythm to the breeze;
Building to a joyous chorus
Sweet little notes singing together in harmony;
With the birdsong as their melody.
Too soon they cease, but still hang in suspense;
The playful tune lingering on, humming between my ears.




FAIRYTALES

Composer of dreams; dreams that cause insomnia
That curse of fantasies that delight askew.
A list miles long of things to accomplish is not logical, but
How could dreaming be bad?
Its not: my dreams are rich—delicious, and beautiful… like chocolate.
And yet they say—do not; focus.
The rocks crushed by an ocean,
The waves that crash against the shore and stir the sand into confusion;
Have better luck at support than each desperately hoped for wish of mine.
The current stirs them awake each day with the rising sun,
My desire is only that they have as valiant an end as was the beginning.
I say they will all be tangible soon, most say there is no hope
But I’m proud to believe in fairytales.
I’m the fairy princess, you are the dragon;These princes are what keeps me alive.

Britter OUT.

The first.

Its friggin Spring break and I've had this blog for about a semester now so I'm figuring its about time to start my first entry. Procrastination was never a good friend to me.

Today is Sunday, my most favorite day of the week, and I had an awesome weekend. But I don't think I will talk about said weekend because today is a new day and its time to talk about today. Well except for one little thing that I learned... Each day has its good and its bad, its joy and its drama, its laughs and irritating moments, but its the ones I choose to focus on and remember that define my day--my life.

March comes in like a lion (rawr) and goes out like a lamb (meeew). 

Hence the awful snow outside the window and the frozen sausages on the ends of my feet. I would like to go someplace warm, but have you noticed? Anyone who goes to warm places to live are usually old, retired people who want to golf their lives away.

The rest of today will be filled with spirituality, metacognition, and happiness. 

I miss my family. So those of you out there who love me... Don't be a stranger.

To be continued...

Britter OUT.