This is a short one...

I'm watching Power Rangers :]

But that's not what I wanted to talk about.

I just went outside with my dogs. 

The sun is starting to set, and there are clouds all across the sky. People are burning their fields all around, so there is smoke in the air.

The result? The most beautiful day I've seen in a long time. Everything is being bathed in a soft rose color, and there is a slight breeze so the smoke isn't to overbearing. 

Oregon is pretty :]

A few days ago, I was at Hollywood Video. I rented Ballet Shoes, but that is irrelevant to the story.

As I was heading toward the foreign section (this is my favorite section of Hollywood, foreign films are brilliant. I'm partial to French), I literally ran into my friend Douglas. 

-You see, I've known Douglas since I was a freshman, so that's a good five years almost. He was a senior when I met him, so he's five years older, seeing as I skipped a grade.-

Douglas had moved to Arizona a few months prior to this, or so I thought. 

"Douglas? I thought you'd moved to Arizona?!?" I cried, after hugging him (Douglas is good at giving hugs- a skill most men should acquire). 

"I did, for a while. But the job I had wasn't so great, so I came back. Now I'm starting pre vet soon."

Since when has Douglas wanted to be a vet? NEVER in our five years of friendship has he expressed the desire to be a doctor for animals. 

To be fair, he is a rather quiet person. But you'd think that, in the times we've driven to the coast together, or when he's helped me do the dishes so we can have a marathon of The Office watching, he'd mention it in passing. 

That man never fails to surprise me.

..........

And the thing is, even after not seeing him for a few months-not even talking to him-not even a text-  I felt old feelings come rushing back as soon as we hugged. 

I'm not sure what kind of feelings these are, though. 

I've never had romantic feelings toward him, I can say that safely enough. It's more of a desire to break down that quiet facade he's had all these years. To find out what he's like when he lets himself go. 

A few years back, he dated my best friend. I suppose he's got something, or else she wouldn't have been so smitten with him.

..........

It never fails to amaze me, how we can spend months away from a person, then as soon as we see them again, to feel the same degree of friendship. 

Humans are strange creatures.

Because I know that's not all there is to him. There's got to be something else.

I am eating ice cream.

I am entirely unsure as to why I started this blog.

I already have a LiveJournal. Hmm.

But I'll do my best to make the posts different.

I'm pretty sure that Adam is the only one who reads this (Hi, Adam). 

I am waiting for a letter. How long does it take to get a letter from the UK? Sigh. Probably forever.

That is assuming he's sent it. 

I love getting mail.

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Alanis Morisette is pretty rad. I've been listening to 'Hands Clean' nonstop for about two days. It's quite catchy. 

I may learn how to play it on my guitar. 

Okay, that was a lie.

I always say 'I'm going to play my guitar today!' 

And then I remember that my left hand is stupid, and I can't move it fast enough to change chords, and it seizes up randomly and hurts a lot. I really wish that would stop :\ 

But the doctor said it's probably going to be like this for a few years, if not forever. Fuck.

My stepfather has a left handed guitar...maybe I'll learn to play that! 

*is calmed down*

Well. 

Today is significantly less notsome, because I retook my writing placement test, and got into Writing 121! Which is what I felt like I deserved. I suppose I rushed a bit the first time I took it. 

Now the schedule is all worked out and I get to take writing. Which means next term I get to take English! Wooo!

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I've been writing a lot as of late.  Normally I write quite a bit, but especially today and yesterday, it's been almost nonstop. 

Ah, writing...one of the best feelings in the world. Second only to performing, of course. 

I'm actually looking forward to school now. 

Today is notsome.

Why is today notsome? 

Being a college student (I adore saying that, by the way. I love how it just rolls of the tongue. Cooolleeege student, heehee), I don't start classes until the 29th. 

This means I generally sleep until noon. 

Except for today, when my mother wakes me up at 7:45 so I can change my classes. 

You see, I was one of the lucky freshmen who had the opportunity to register for our classes a few months early. 

So, I register for Math 65 (wow, I suck at math), reading 120 (yeah, high score FTW), some study skills class, like 60 or something, and a hip hop dance class. Because I like to mix it up a bit.

Flash forward to a few weeks ago, I have a meeting with my counselor. I go waltzing in, thinking I've got my classes all straight and this is a waste of time. Until Mrs. Counselor Lady says: "Actually, because of your high reading score, you don't even need to take that study skills class. Drop it."

YES! I wasn't too thrilled about taking it, but the lady at registration told me I had to. Crazy. 

THEN she proceeds to tell me that the maths class I am in is on a different campus, so I'll need to change that as well.

At first, this was good news, because that meant I'd have enough time for a writing class! 

Now, let's go back to this morning. 

Mother wakes me up at 7:45 to change all of my stuff. We have already looked into the classes, and have their little codey things already, so I can just punch in some numbers and hit 'okay'.

I drop the maths and study skills classes, get into a new maths no problem.

THEN comes the writing. 

I try one. It says this:

CLOSED-WAITLIST FULL.

Okay. Let's try another one.

CLOSED-WAITLIST FULL.

Whatever. We can find another one. Oh, here's one! No wait. That conflicts with your reading, which you can't take any other time. 

And EVERY SINGLE BLOODY WRITING CLASS WAS FULL! I couldn't even get on the waiting list! Or it conflicted with something else.

This means no writing class for Brittany. This is a class she was looking forward to the most, and now she is crushed.

...Not sure why I was talking in third person there. Disregard that, please.

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I hate college, and it hasn't even started yet.

Oh, and also, my iPod is dead. Poor Frank (I named him after my best friend's biological father...he lives in Germany XD), his screen is broken. I don't even know what happened! I always take EXCELLENT care of him. He wasn't even a year old.

I'll be holding a memorial service, for those who would like to attend.

Um, hello there, Blogger. My name is Brittany.

Well.

This is quite obviously my first post on Blogger.

Right now I'm a bit confused. 

And nobody is going to read this. 

Um, I also have a livejournal. rorrim_evol

Go check it out...or not. 

I'm not really sure what kinds of things I'll be posting on here, but they should be exciting. 

You know, things like: poetry, (horrible) pictures I've drawn on paint, pictures I've taken, random things I want to remember, and, (of course) all the drama that I seem to be a magnet for.