Sunday, July 24, 2005
Yeah, Kayla, there's something about the summer that makes one feel completely unmotivated. And this is coming from someone who is generally unmotivated most of the time.
As far as JP goes, you two have really developed into polar opposites, with a similar kind of energy concentrated at different ends of the spectrum. "I want him to stop hangin around people he feels he is forced to hang around..." Heh, I have a feeling I know who you're talking about here? Yeah, I agree 100% on that one.
And this thing with Rachel has been going on for ever. He deludes himself often as to his feelings with her. He may have still been in love with her, I'm not sure, but we talked every day on the bus about you, darling, so don't feel too bad. I personally thought that you had enabled him to get over Rachel, though I guess not...ah, well. He is a dramatic person, you know.
And thanks for the GSA reminder. :D
In other words, I'm being forced to stay at my job because the Organic Food Depot isn't hiring. Food Lion's application process is insane and when I stopped by Tropical Smoothie was out of the applications. I reeeeaaallly don't feel like applying to work at Quizno's, but then again I wonder if it's better than Arby's...My coworkers can be real bitches sometimes and I think one of the only things that sustains me is the fact that while most of them have been working there anywhere from nine months to seven or eight years this is only a TEMPORARY summer job for me. But it's a shame because I get free milkshakes, so I drink them down like no tomorrow, which you can be sure is doing
wonders for my health. I've gained so much weight in my midsection and I wouldn't mind except for the fact that it makes me look so ungainly. I got fucked over genetically because all of my weight settles into this little
gut around my navel. Literally, there's kind of a line underneath it, as if the weight refuses to extend beneath. And I still have ribs, so that's not helping either. I wouldn't really mean if there was a fat pill that put your weight in strategic areas (I think you know what I mean ladies).
I've also been contemplating a style move, I always get into this comfort zone where I feel like I've lost my individuality. I get tempted by all these beautiful pictures of these lovely alternative models. But being an actress, most people want a mainstream look...then again, it really doesn't matter, because I haven't been doing much acting lately now have I...
I think this is one of those days when I'm ready for adolescence to be over.
Oh yeah, and that guy?
History.
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Thursday, July 14, 2005
Are you gone and onto someone new?
I needed somewhere to hang my head
Without your noose
You gave me something that I didn t have
But had no use
I was too weak to give in
Too strong to lose
My heart is under arrest again
But I break loose
My head is giving me life or death
But I can't choose
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
Has someone taken your faith?
Its real, the pain you feel
Your trust, you must
Confess
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
I've got another confession my friend
I'm no fool
I'm getting tired of starting again
Somewhere new
Were you born to resist or be abused?
I swear I'll never give in
I refuse
Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?
With the above thought in mind...
Brandi wants your opinion of
this guy.PS: Happy birthday Kayla darling! Sorry I didn't call, I was working. :(
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Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Hey man, I don't wanna hear about love no more.
I don't wanna talk about how I feel.
I don't really wanna be me, no, no more.
Dress down--
Now I look a little too girl-next-door.
Maybe I should try to be a downtown whore,
That'll make me look hardcore!
I need you to tell me what to stand for...
So I can say that life in Brandiland in no Simple and no Surreal Life. The fact is, Brandi works at Arby's, and she is developing this huge attraction to one of her coworkers.
Oh no, but Brandi knows that she has to be a good girl.
He's just her type too: tall, thin, with a quirky sense of humor and a charming intelligence.
Bonus points that he's a redhead.
Oooh, Brandi. Bad, bad Brandi.
She'll occupy herself with dressing up like the Slytherin Queen for Harry Potter and practicing her English accent. And singing along to Rob Thomas.
Amen.
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Saturday, July 09, 2005
Okay, so, I figure I should start with my own little introductory thing. Firstly, my name is Brandi.
I'm sixteen, a suburbanite with an urban calling and temprament. I'm really smart and really, really wordy...and I admit, sometimes I malapropate (use words incorrectly) but most of the time no one catches it. Well, that's a lie too. I try not to lie compulsively, but it's in my blood...Ahem.
I'm a future director...typical white girl raised on the edge of urban subculture, leaving me with a strange appreciation for all things that black people usually embrace. I also have one of the most politically incorrect senses of humor on the planet for someone who supports rights for all races, sexes, and sexualities...
Physically, I'm not too keen on my appearance (who is, really?) but sometimes really attractive people will throw me a curveball by telling me I'm pretty. I hate my hair, I really need to do something about it. My best features would be my butt, definitely, and my perhaps my eyes. I've learned to live with my witchy nose.
But enough about me...let's talk about me.
Myspace:
You can probably find everything else here.
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