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Name: Brit
Birthday: 5/8/1987
Interests: Jesus -- my sweet, sweet Song, His clouds at sunset, the art of communication, piano, porch swings, singing in harmony, current affairs, government policies, politics, learning, walks at night, the intricacies of the human mind.
Expertise: trying to touch the sky with my toes. trying.
Message: message me
AIM:  BalderdaSH239
Member Since:
12/19/2003
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| i really hope no one reads this anymore.
but i know they do.
it's like this.
i'm a social media guru now - well, kind of.
what that means is that i use venues like
facebook and twitter for work now.
what that means is that i have to be
very professional.
and when i really feel like being..
i don't know..
a real person?
i can't. it wouldn't be good.
it might ruin my company.
anyway, i used to use this thing as an outlet.
i was instructed not to censor myself.
to be real.
so i tried.
i wonder if you can find this by searching
for my name on google.
let me check - you stay here.
okay, not on the first three pages.
that's pretty safe.
you know what would be really cool?
under "brittany hardy quotes" - if those
were really things i've said.
if i had a page of brittany hardy quotes,
what would it say?
1. It's all perception.
2. You can't control your circumstances,
but you can control your reactions to circumstances.
3. Theodore Roosevelt is the shizzam.
4. ...
well, i guess i need to get a little wiser
and more eloquent, so i can fill up a page.
i'll work on that.
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| as i came out of wal-mart on the day of
my last writing -
replicated car key in hand -
it began to snow.
i stood outside my open car door
[my new key worked - a miracle in itself]
& said that i didn't want to get in my car.
i just wanted to feel the snow.
so i did.
the very next day
it didn't sprinkle-snow.
it snow-snowed.
like snow-storm-hard.
i was sitting at sonic
in kendra
in my usual spot.
it was cold.
i hate idling my car for any
unusual amount of time.
so i would turn it off and wait for as
long as i could [fifteen minutes?]
before turning it on again & getting
some heat on me.
it was just fun.
it was just an adventure. | | |
| i've been taking the work day slowly.
plans seem largely [okay, completely] in order
for november 1st. an interview was published today.
package for next interview was sent out.
"the ultra-secret resource" was worked on.
i am listening to the last waltz cd from the band.
also, i feel as though the user interface for xanga
has been altered. am i missing something?
where did my italicize button go?
and why does this weird window pop up
when i try to edit html?
i am in protest. blatant protest.
i spend a good deal of my life in protest, these days.
yesterday, i had a first meeting with my official
spiritual mentor.
her name is mary white and she is already the
most amazing blessing in my life.
she told me that she is here to speak truth into me
and i cried in front of her because i need Truth so badly.
i guess i will go replicate my car key at wal-mart
and buy crickets, cricket food and maybe sand
at clark's pet emporium.
for my bearded dragon. | | |
| i wish we could maintain forward motion
some kind of momentum
this stop and go gives motion sickness
and a firm sense of how-in-the-world
will-we-ever-get-any-place.
question mark.
oh, there are plans.
there are plans for the future.
for change.
for vacuum cleaners
oneida silverware
house coats.
but this is dangerous:
to bank on change as solution.
change is not necessarily solution.
in fact, change could v. well
mean bigger challenges
more heartache.
actually,
i think this is the more-likely outcome.
issues seem to grow exponentially with age.
like God knows that we can take on more
that we Need to - if we are going to look like Him.
i get this.
but i don't always like it.
just this now,
i am thinking about my blurry eyes
the way i ruined my moroccan mint tea
by steeping it too long
how it's only monday
that his phone call is taking way too long
that the tasks pile up with disatisfaction.
instead i should think of my comforter
my fashion statement
my car appointment tomorrow
[which will yield comprehensive car
maintenance]
my book of african history
sonic's limeade chillers.
yeah.
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| honestly, our lives are crawling with secrets.
i watch people at church
or as they drive around me in their cars
and i think about how thick their facades are.
how many people's lives are crumbling
while they pretend that everything's okay
how many people have secrets that
they'd do anything to keep from others.
it's odd.
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