but the world was sleeping any dream will do

Mood: Trying to make things look up.
Listening To: Nothing! But "Any Dream Will Do" from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat is stuck in mah noggin.
Reading: 3 Nephi 1! Woo yeah woo!

Ohmahgash. Winter Ball was awesome. I had so much fun. Squee. And things are going well with Travis, and Kenzie wants me to go to the hand-holding stage, but I'm holding back. She says she'll give me lessons. XD

AND UTA. HOLY FAT COW. SO MUCH FUN. Not as much fun as it could have been, but a friggin' lot of fun. Cary Trivanovich is amazing, Joseph and the ATD is AWESOME, and I like long bus rides. And I like writing "Things I Learned At" papers.

Right now, I'm acutally finishing a science project for Michael and me, and then I'll have to start work on some memory cards for YW, and then tomorrow I get to start work on a project for math. Bleh.

But I'm making myself look on the bright side and keep my chin up. No more hanging around in the dumps. No more letting things hurt me too much. No more, no more, no more.

I have a Majester "evaluation show" on Saturday, and I'm hoping Travis will come to that. (Kenzie offered to be there too.) And Sal's party is on Friday, and we're probably going to make an extended appearance then disappear to go do something with the gang. Dang, that sounds kinda mean. But Travis took the weekend off to "do something with everybody". And everyone tells me that he took the weekend off for me. Aw. <3

"Please, stop, I don't believe in free love!"
"Pity."

-Joseph and Mrs. Potiphar from "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat".

<3 = brittany

WINTER BALL PICTURES

oh yes oh yes oh yes they both oh yes they both oh yes they both reached for the gun the gun the gun

Mood: Grr. Sick and tired.
Listening To: "They Both Reached For the Gun" from Chicago.
Reading: Alma 51.

Dangit, I am so confused and so tired and and so frustrated and I wish I could just be happy.

I mean, serously.

Da Brittster says : So how'd you find out Travis was going to ask me?
Liz says : we were at the wrestling tourny for ex. credit in med. anat... and he mentioned he liked you... so i said ask her!
Liz says : and he was like I will! good thinking!
Liz says : :D


A boy LIKES me. And I can't be really happy about it because of this stupid thing with Michael and Kenzie. BUT A BOY LIKES ME.

Homigash. Winter Ball. I cannot wait.

Conference. I cannot wait. Even if I don't have Michael and Kenzie I have everyone else. Like Liz and Lindsey and Emma and Elle and Mikal and Sal and TRAVIS and Kevin...

I'm gonna have fun.

But I wish I could clear all this M&M (Michael and Makenzie) stuff up. I wish everyone'd just chin up and get things done. I wish everyone (including me) would pull themselves out of their pity holes and brush themselves off.

Dangit.

I want to fix my heart so that I can take hold of this boy. Of boys in general. I want to start being more open with my crushes. I want to flirt, I want to giggle, I want to be a girl.

<|3 = brittany

pop six squish uh-uh cicero lipschitz

Mood: OH MY. Still on a high from this morning.
Listening To: Cell Block Tango from Chicago.
Reading: Alma 53.

HOLY FLAT COW.

I GOT ASKED TO WINTER BALL. For the full story, go to...

HERE.

I'm too lazy to retype it.

But holy cow. I cannot believe it.

And I am SOOOO HAPPY.

And I have the Chicago soundtrack. Love.

"God, that's beautiful."
"Cut out God. Stay where you're better acquainted."

-Roxie and Billy from "Chicago".

<3 = brittany

mister cellophane shoulda been my name

Mood: Blank and bothered.
Listening To: Nothing, but I have "Mister Cellophane" from Chicago stuck in my head.
Reading: Alma 47.

Holy fat cow.

WHAT THE FRIGGIN CRAP.

Okay?

You know, I try and I try. I try to be there, I try to be open, I try to tell her the truth, I try to tell her what she wants to hear, I try to offer my opinion.

And what does she do?

Shoot me down.

I'm just a girl who I guess everybody thinks I'll always be there. Everyone thinks they can fall back on me when all their other friends give up on them. And yeah, I try to be. I want to be. That's what I'm here for, isn't it? To pick up the pieces? The pieces that won't be picked up by anyone else. The pieces that everyone else has given up on.

Yeah. That's what I'm good for.

But no. She won't tell me what's wrong. She gives me general, noncommital answers, and I feel offended. I thought that she was able to be completely open with me. I try to be with her. She's always telling me, "C'mon, this is Kenz you're talking to." And I'd open up. But she won't open up for me.

I want to give up on it all.

I see why people become hermits. I see why people just live alone.

Because it hurts to have friends. It hurts to have family. It hurts to love someone.

I hate it.

But I love it.

And I hurt.

<|3 = brittany

we's as free as fishes sure beats washing dishes

Mood: Bored.
Listening To: "Carrying the Banner" from Newsies
Reading: Alma 43.

Wow. It's 2006. I turn sixteen this year. February 26. Holy cow.

I don't have much to say, other than, poo, school's starting tomorrow...

Christmas break was a ton of fun, but it can't go on forever. I wouldn't want it to either, I just don't want it to end so early. Grr.

I guess that's it, though. Like I said, there's not much to say.

"I smell money."
"You smell foul."

-Kid Blink and Crutchy from "Newsies".

<3 = brittany