tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63225187684254242052011-12-31T14:17:38.905-05:00502 Spanish BerbsI talk a lot of crap.briana burkenoreply@blogger.comBlogger411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-12915301639802318132011-12-31T14:17:00.004-05:002011-12-31T14:17:38.913-05:00Favorite Cities of 2011<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I thought I would write descriptions but then I decided that a bunch of stupid haikus would be the easy thing to do here.. some of them probably wont make sense (you just had to be there, etc) but whatever, shut up, this is my blog.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEM0AWVe0kE/Tv9FEN-n34I/AAAAAAAAA7g/SsnU63Qdo2Y/s1600/IMG_9334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VEM0AWVe0kE/Tv9FEN-n34I/AAAAAAAAA7g/SsnU63Qdo2Y/s320/IMG_9334.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Chicago, Illinois</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Take 80-90</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Avoid rush hour traffic</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">cheap deep-dish pizza</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7L5N3gGqN3o/Tv9G80jFGAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/212lIh6ps98/s1600/228752_10150260369560407_614445406_8852552_2667805_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7L5N3gGqN3o/Tv9G80jFGAI/AAAAAAAAA7o/212lIh6ps98/s320/228752_10150260369560407_614445406_8852552_2667805_n.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sagunto, Valencia, Spain</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Walking to Sagunt</div><div style="text-align: center;">Under highway, over bridge</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Mercadona</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qE1ecY826Sc/Tv9I5sl59wI/AAAAAAAAA70/f9PZZ2BOhMQ/s1600/166404_10150110804240407_614445406_7460606_3973049_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qE1ecY826Sc/Tv9I5sl59wI/AAAAAAAAA70/f9PZZ2BOhMQ/s320/166404_10150110804240407_614445406_7460606_3973049_n.jpeg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gaudi's big dildo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Gypsy's Beatles puppet show</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">delicious coffee</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Barcelona- man I love this city- the epitome of bohemian- easily the most unique and interesting place I've been to so far. Gaudì's work is astonishing- I remember talking to a Japanese guy while descending the narrow, winding staircase in La Sagrada Familia- "How does this place even exist?" he asked me. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Las Ramblas, the main tourist drag in BCN is a bizarre and wonderful place full of gypsies, artists, and of course, pick-pockets- an adventure indeed. Also, Barcelona is home to my favorite futbolista, David Villa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CMt9v4fC00/Tv9I539dYEI/AAAAAAAAA78/VV8S3DXy2kI/s1600/184208_10150155650130407_614445406_8114347_3804782_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9CMt9v4fC00/Tv9I539dYEI/AAAAAAAAA78/VV8S3DXy2kI/s320/184208_10150155650130407_614445406_8114347_3804782_n.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Madrid, Spain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Atocha Renfe</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">go missing, Plaza del Sol</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">fake ice-skating rink</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Madrid is the capitol of Spain. Duh!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I honestly wasn't a huge fan of Madrid the first time I went because, well, we were only there for about a day and a half and I was pretty sick. The Prado on it's own is incredible, but nothing can beat an afternoon in the Reina Sofia. Madrid turned out to be so alive and so inspiring. It's huge, and probably the best place I've ever been for people-watching. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ud03CMm9P4/Tv9I6C3urEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/pomJVxuUPOE/s1600/184326_10150151977870407_614445406_8074553_2431736_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ud03CMm9P4/Tv9I6C3urEI/AAAAAAAAA8A/pomJVxuUPOE/s320/184326_10150151977870407_614445406_8074553_2431736_n.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Morella, Valencia, Spain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Siesta in Park</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Strange cathedrals, aged temples</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Castle at the peak</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went to Morella with a smaller group from the school in Sagunto. We spent one day in the small town at the top of a mountain. The day was so sunny but a little chilly. I just remember it being so calm and quiet up there- I can't really describe it, but there was a sort of reverence that echoed through the streets. Morella is an old city in Valencia where the locals are still considered Valenciano. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr17aNGBlWM/Tv9JK7cf1MI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/DiKNbsc7gs0/s1600/335482_10150375719395407_614445406_9952018_1355374263_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Jr17aNGBlWM/Tv9JK7cf1MI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/DiKNbsc7gs0/s320/335482_10150375719395407_614445406_9952018_1355374263_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Palermo, Sicily, Italy</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">relentless sunlight</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">gelato-filled bread</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">comical card games</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I went to Sicily sick. I was miserable the night we got there, walking to our guest house... but I'm so glad I didn't let that cold stop me. Palermo was something special- calm, rare- we didn't see many tourists there (only ran into one american couple), and we made a few local friends. The night we arrived these turkish men at the guest house gave us dates and almonds, and later some old guys bought us gelato in town. I know we're not supposed to talk to strangers... but I think that when traveling that is most definitely a requirement. I mean, be smart, of course, but so many people are afraid of even talking to other people they encounter. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRk_-ko3mAY/Tv9QDoFBS6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/yjvlnabQYWc/s1600/223202_10150177432542709_516797708_7061639_2355219_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kRk_-ko3mAY/Tv9QDoFBS6I/AAAAAAAAA8w/yjvlnabQYWc/s320/223202_10150177432542709_516797708_7061639_2355219_n.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Granada, Andalicía, Spain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">saunter through the streets</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">tired walls bleed graffiti</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">woman begs for change</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> (stole this from <a href="http://jasdonisok.wordpress.com/" target="_blank">Jason</a>- All my photos from Granada are on an external hard drive in Berrien...)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was lucky enough to hitch a ride with the spanish tour that came from Andrews to Granada. I only spent one night there and one day- the next night I took the overnight train back to Valencia so that I could make it to work. Granada is home to the Alhambra- which deserves a post all on it's own. Andalucia is gorgeous and I can't wait to go back again someday and spend more time there. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I spent a lot of time on my own in Granada because I wasn't really a part of the school's tour group even though I followed them around a lot. I just remember walking through the city at 6am on a Sunday to get my ticket into the Alhambra, and seeing all the people just leaving the clubs haha... </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WejVoEgv7A/Tv9QECsSZRI/AAAAAAAAA84/0gPp5ssfVv8/s1600/226578_1516305647649_1834727314_923206_3611870_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WejVoEgv7A/Tv9QECsSZRI/AAAAAAAAA84/0gPp5ssfVv8/s320/226578_1516305647649_1834727314_923206_3611870_n.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Toledo, Castilla La Mancha, spain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">lounging riverside</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">chew the fat, wait for nothing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">running with joggers</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Look how happy I am with my favorite people! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We spent the first part of our trip to Castilla back in April in Toledo. Toledo was amazing and beautiful but I hate to admit that my favorite part was finding that little brown leather purse I'm holding. Of all my souvenirs and everything this one is the best. I use it ALL of the time and I love telling people that I paid 11 euros for it in Toledo. One of my favorite days was spent in Toledo- Grace and I just went and sat by the river for hours instead of wandering around the old capitol. </div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vWBJk_hSP3Q/Tv9LhEz9EDI/AAAAAAAAA8c/fFeLsP2FxKg/s1600/40116_482540650406_614445406_6820620_5800164_n.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vWBJk_hSP3Q/Tv9LhEz9EDI/AAAAAAAAA8c/fFeLsP2FxKg/s320/40116_482540650406_614445406_6820620_5800164_n.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Valencia, Spain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">black coffee, gold tea</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">double towers defend me</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">one-thousand funerals</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">-</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Where do I even start? Fallas. La Indiana. MTV Winter series concert. So many great days took place in Valencia. I love this photo because this street is just so familiar to me. As much as I love Paris and Barcelona, Valencia is just special to me. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-1291530163980231813?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-86691161220791018452011-01-24T11:13:00.002-05:002011-01-24T11:15:38.171-05:00WOWepic fail.<br />I googled myself and found this blog. oops. I forgot I had it. and after reading that last post.. im really embarrassed haha..<br />well quick update to the 0 of you who are still reading this:<br />I'm in Spain.<br />I really like it, but it's hard sometimes.<br /><br />That's pretty much it.<br />now, I want to come back, but im not making any promises, ok?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-8669116122079101845?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-1330508139560303522010-09-15T14:41:00.002-04:002010-09-15T14:52:41.730-04:00i'm back you guysfor real this time. maybe.<br />I was chillin at tumblr for a minute because I won this photo contest and got like 600 followers in one day, but the more i use it the more I h8 it. Its like, a bunch of tweens who are into justin bieber and puppy dogs, mixed in with a bunch of 'hipstars' with those stupid-ass "Real-D" glasses with the lenses popped out. There are many photogs on there that I like, (Sean Ocean, Maureen Fischinger, etc) but not enough to hold me there. It just seems inauthentic. Write a meaningful post with words and not pictures and you lose like 5 followers. Post a nice pic and its reblogged a few times, and oh look, your name and credit is gone and now a piece of your life's work is just another jpg on the internet.<br /><br />well i am more than a jpg.<br />my work is more than a piece of the internet.<br />or something like that.<br /><br />I have gotten very good at typing without a real space bar. i kinda keep my thumb on the little dot and its extra work but im getting used to it. I ordered a new key (like $6 for a dumb piece of plastic) and am having it sent to tampa- so hopefully it will be there by the time I get back from chicago.<br /><br />Chicago is a 'kewl' place. Think I might actually consider coming here after graduation, but im not sure. This midwest metropolis is interesting, I know my way around a bit and I have tons of family around, but im just not sure if I really want to come live and work here. I love Boston... A big (ish) city with a small town feel, as a friend once described it. I have only been there once but it still stands out as my favorite US city. Actually in Boston we had the worst, cold and rainy weather but i still loved it. I was fighting with half of my friends (so dumb lol) but it was still quite awesome... one of my favorite trips!<br /><br />Anyways I have been contemplating getting out of here for some coffee for the last few hours. I even took a shower and picked out some clothes but I still haven't really decided. Do I really want to go sit in a cafe with my laptop again? Do I really want to walk to the corner of the block? Its not like I have 'work' to do, and I really need to stretch my money as far as possible. I only have like $3 left on my CTA card.. thats only one more ride!<br /><br />well i suppose I will be off to further contemplate the idea of getting coffee... I should at least put on some jeans and get something at the 7-11, right?<br /><br />cheers,<br />b<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-133050813956030352?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-50209933637056115022010-04-01T22:04:00.002-04:002010-04-01T22:14:35.393-04:00WHOA! is anyone out there anymore?The ease of Tumbling had made blogger seem really really lame- but I think I should blog here more often. Tumblr is great and all but 99% of my posts are just reblogs of photos that I like. Maybe I should just make two? One for photos and one that describes every mundane detail of my life? <div><br /></div><div>So lately I have been battling with a dilemma. I have so many options for next year. </div><div>I can go to Tanzania where I will work for ADRA taking photos and writing stories. I love Tanzania with all my heart and I know I have to go back there eventually- I just dont know if i should go somewhere I have already been or try a new place. Africa is amazing- I saw the most beautiful people I have ever seen in Tanzania- as well as the most beautiful land, animals, etc... I was so passionate about going back before- but now I am just not so sure. I would have to raise a ton of money and the position seems lonely.</div><div><br /></div><div>And then there is Spain- A completely different place! I have ALWAYS wanted to live in Spain- its a major dream of mine and I dont know how likely that will be after college. In Spain I would teach english to very little kids and live with a family there in Madrid. Not many photographers from the department seem to have gone there and I think it would make for an interesting portfolio. Also.. Spanish! I need to learn it!</div><div><br /></div><div>Another option is Thailand right there in Bangkok working as a graphic designer. It looks like a ton of fun to be on a team of other SMs and from what I hear they are pretty desperate for some help. We'll see where that goes...</div><div><br /></div><div>Right now I am leaning towards Spain- but honestly it isn't even my decision! I could end up somewhere completely different! I just have to keep praying that everything will work out okay. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-5020993363705611502?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-8611023019222314072010-02-05T22:42:00.002-05:002010-02-05T22:47:24.513-05:00um, hello?wow. Forgot about this blog though I have had it for a few years now...<div>my last post sounds so whiny! I have been pretty busy lately which is actually pretty awesome. </div><div>Its funny that my last post was me complaining about how boring my weekends were and how I was sick of staying in. This weekend I am staying in (except super bowl sunday!) and I am pretty happy to be staying in- Its nice to just hang out by yourself sometimes, you know? maybe im just weird like that but anyways...</div><div>tonight im just hanging out and watching prince of egypt. keeping it super low key and uh.. yeah like, whatever. </div><div><br /></div><div>not sure if I will update... ever... lol</div><div><br /></div><div>maybe in like... a year?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-861102301922231407?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-16133221826807859942009-12-12T23:54:00.003-05:002010-04-01T22:15:58.344-04:00IM SOOO BOREDwhat the hell has happened to my social life?<div>I dont like staying in... at all. I like to go out. I like to get dressed up and go out to eat. I like being the 'loud' table- the one with all the college kids flashing their cameras and laughing at the most ridiculous and immature jokes.I am pretty sure that this is like my 100th weekend staying in. I used to like to do things on my own but not so much anymore. My independence is starting to get realllly boring.</div><div><br /></div><div>Isn't there anyone out there who wants to go out some time? Seriously. ANYTHING. We could go to Papa Vinos. Or we could see what is going on at the Performing Arts Center in South Bend. Even if we just catch a movie at wonderland. I. DONT. CARE. </div><div>Just get me out into the world again... </div><div>just... so... lonely... </div><div>lol</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-1613322182680785994?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-73940081070166252322009-12-07T00:27:00.004-05:002009-12-13T00:26:14.954-05:00Will I Ever Feel Like That Again?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So a couple of weeks ago- on Thanksgiving day I was battling holiday traffic on my way to Chicago for Thanksgiving dinner. Thanks to construction on 94 I was stuck in single lane traffic for a little less than an hour. While flipping through the Chicago radio stations I flipped past something that felt so familiar. I hesitated and finally flipped back to that station. I listened to the familiar song once more, realizing that it was the first time I had heard it since I was in high school- or maybe since Shay's funeral... I couldn't remember which. Either way there is something about this song that makes me feel so... complete? I know that sounds like a total cliche lol.. but I know no other way to describe it. It feels like home to me. It feels like I have a family- like every Friday night when that song was played at vespers- those people around you- those adolescent, spoiled, ill-tempered and annoying academy students became your family. I haven't felt that way in a long time, and I will easily tell you that I ache for it.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">College is like six flags at the end of the season. You count the days until you get there. You imagine all the rides, shows- all of the fun you are about to have. The day comes when you can finally go and its overcast. No big deal, you didn't want a sunburn anyway... so you make the most of it, right? You get on the first few rides and have a total blast. By 10am you realize that you have been on every ride so you go to check out the shows. By noon you have seen everything and by 3pm all of your close friends have gone home early. Determined to get your money's worth you remain. You sit there, freezing in your shorts, tanktop and sunglasses. You begin to remember Cedar Point in May. The warm sun bouncing off lake Erie, your best friends on either side of you screaming their heads off on the Wicked Twister... what could ever amount to that feeling? So you make the most of Six Flags. You repeat the rides and enjoy as many pointless games and shows as you can. Fake it till you make it right? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well after three years dont you think I ought to have made it by now? I mean I dont hate it here, I like it, but I dont LOVE it like I LOVED Academy. Am I supposed to love college that much? Was I supposed to even like High School?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Im not trying to be a downer tonight- im just really tired. It's been a rough day- I have been very sick and unable to study or enjoy hulu. I am just praying I dont have Swine flu. My point is... I have made the mistake of listening to this song again tonight. It is bittersweet. I have let go of High School and tried to embrace college but it doesn't seem to be working. I feel empty, meaningless and almost even corporate. My work is suffering too. I feel like so much of it is lacking soul.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I liked it before, you know? but now I am tired of being 'independent'. I am tired of constantly only having myself to really rely on. Granted, I do have family here, but its not the same. I feel like nothing will ever compare to the friends I had in High School. And the sad thing? All of us will never be together again. Even with my closest friends I have to spend time with them separately because so many of them hate each other now. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy!! I just have a lot of feelings... lol.. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">dang. I totally went off subject. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Bottom line- I really miss MVA. I miss the feeling of 'Togetherness'... I miss feeling God, I miss being a part of something. Without that I feel lost. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(real bottom line= pms/having a cold/finals week is really getting to me now)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 17px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">oh and this is the song that started it all: </span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /><br /></span><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4P9AkaomBY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U4P9AkaomBY&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-7394008107016625232?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-50120493886803342492009-11-09T10:27:00.002-05:002009-11-09T10:54:43.070-05:00whoa!what happened to blogging?!?! I have totalllllly ghosted the last, what, 2 months? <br />well much has happened and much is happening, but I won bore anyone with all of that. Many ups and downs but mostly ups, and I think its safe to say that its been a pretty good semester. for the first time I am actually happy at Andrews. I knew I just needed a little time, maybe some perspective, whatever. oh geesh, I am such a boring writer sometimes. "Cliche, cliche, cliche, handbells, cliche, cliche, cliche, photography, cliche about art in general, cliche." That is like my standard writing format. sometimes. The weather has been pretty wonderful here in Michigan but somehow I am anticipating a super massive storm. Probably because I watched 'The Storm Of the Century" on Nat Geo the other day. Seriously, you guys. It could happen at any time! <br /><br />Today the most ridiculous thing happened. Well, I guess I will start with last night. <br />So last night B and I camped out in Harrigan while I worked on my book for Mixed Media. It was nice to have someone to talk to while I had to do that- especially since the charger for my laptop is broken (oh and cell phone is off!) so communication has been minimal. Its incredible how much I disappear without constant access to my phone and internet! Its actually pretty ridiculous, and not very healthy. I suppose it has been nice to take a break from it all, but I could really use my phone. My car has been giving me trouble lately and it would be nice to be able to chat with my Ohio Homies once in a while. <br />but I digress. <br />So Last night I was up until about 1:30 on campus, just workin' on my book. I went home when we were all tired and decided that it was 'good enough' and I would bind it in the morning. When I got home though, I was just NOT tired... at all. So I was up until about 5 adding and modifying the book. I am really happy with the cover I did and the collage on the inside- products of random bursts of inspiration- but I wish I had that when I began the book. Its not very consistent as far as color and design go, but I did my best to make it work. I still have to finish binding it but I have a while before my next class. Soooo, yeah, I got two and a half hours of sleep last night. Not good. I am in better condition than expected, but rest assured I will be knocked out by 3pm- wherever I am. <br />Right- so I stumbled into Spanish class today looking a hot mess (at least I had managed to brush my teeth this morning) and El Profe (my teacher, heh) was out in the hall about to close the door. "¡Hola Briana!" he smiled at me.<br /> "¡Hola!" I replied with the little enthusiasm that I can muster on two and a half hours of sleep. <br />"¿Estás Listo para el Examen?" He said to me..<br />"Whaaaa????" I said suspiciously. He was tricking me! He had to be! Oh, he was hilarious. "Nooooo...." I smiled, wagging my finger. <br />"Ahhh, ¡Bueno!"- oh yeah he was just testing me! oh, my teachers are hilarious I tell you. <br /><br />okay so I get into class and settle into my seat next to Ashley and Im like, 'Yo! Ash! we dont have a test, right?" <br />"ummm... yes?" <br />EFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF<br /><br />so yeah, a test over chaper 5, which I would have done well on had I at least reviewed a little bit. But now I am pretty sure I failed. I didn't get to 2 of the 5 sections. I couldn't remember ANYTHING. There was a whole paragraph of what Ramón should do in Hollywood and all I could say was "Ramón debe cambiar su nombre". yeah. BRILLIANT. <br /><br /><br />soooo thats the EPIC FAIL of the semester... so far... <br /><br />oh did I mention BFA reviews are coming up super fast? Every time I see Mason he's like "We talk about you a lot" and im like gee, thanks, no pressure though, right? <br /><br />oh also, May I solicit your prayers? I am trying to decide what I am going to do with my life. Photo will always be my major- I never want to change that- but I really need to decide what I am going to do with English. I love LOVE writing (though I dont always show it) but I just cant give it the attention it deserves. I am most passionate about art and photography and I cant see that changing anytime soon. True, its possible to be passionate about many things at once, but I think I would explode if I tried to do that. Plus- both of these majors require a lot of time and energy and I just dont know if I can handle it. <br /><br />wow this post is just...<br />TOO LONG. DID NOT READ.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-5012049388680334249?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-7229688926399435332009-09-29T15:43:00.003-04:002009-09-29T15:49:44.329-04:00TO DO LIST<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/SsJkYuK_TII/AAAAAAAAA2A/TlRZt1Jn4TU/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 373px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/SsJkYuK_TII/AAAAAAAAA2A/TlRZt1Jn4TU/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386978480162294914" /></a><br />helllllooo!<div>Well the weather sucks today, but I wont let that get me down because I totally got an A- on my last spanish test. The one I was positive that I had failed. When I got the test I thought that there MUST be some kind of mistake... Ashley told me not to question the gods, so I went along with it. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I will admit, yesterday was a really bad day. I was in a place I never wanted to be again. I did something different to snap out of it this time, and if I ever get stuck there again I know exactly what to do. Other than that, this week is a week like any other. Well, except that I might drive up to St. Paul on Friday when Mom is planning on flying up. My Grandpa is not doing great at all and I would like to see him even though I am pretty sure that I have only met him once in my life.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am going to start working on my to-do list with 'eating' because I havent had anything all day and then I am going shooting. Rainy Days are a good opportunity for color contrast. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-722968892639943533?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-16912922516671689862009-09-28T19:49:00.001-04:002009-09-28T19:50:38.377-04:00soo im not sure if you can tell (this being m third post today) but i am hving a really, really bad day.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-1691292251667168986?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-2280683908200042372009-09-28T17:17:00.002-04:002009-09-28T17:23:10.150-04:00i feel really sick right now. I dont know if it is from stress, being out in chicago on a kinda rainy day or a combination of the two, but I feel so sick right now. I dont want to move. I dont want to eat. I just want to lay here and hope it goes away. the last week has been kind of crappy and I feel like I really need a break... I wish I could just go home some weekend or something. Its like no matter how hard I fight the war is never going to be over. Fighting some evil villian who threatens to blow up new york city? Taking down the giant lizard terrorizing Tokyo? I wish saving the world were that easy. Instead we fight ourselves and eachother. We try to fight disease and hunger- we try to fix things our own way. The sad truth is that the world is always going to need saving. Each of us are always going to need saving. <div>just a thought. I wont be finishing this because I have to concentrate on not throwing up. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-228068390820004237?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-70999783659023293822009-09-28T07:39:00.003-04:002009-09-28T07:44:18.670-04:00ughhh I HATE MONDAYSSSSsupppp<div>not to be all melencholy all the time, but the weather sucks today, as does my life. Im just sayin...</div><div>Last night I had all sorts of weird/scary dreams and I am pretty sure that has something to do with the fact that I have been watching Heroes so much the last few days. Its pretty much the best show on TV and I cant believe I never watched it before. It makes Grey's and Gossip Girl seem totally useless and stupid now. Who is saving the world in Gossip Girl?!?! exactly. </div><div><br /></div><div>anyways it is now 7:42. I have class at 8:30 (meaning I have to leave by 8:10) and I havent done ANYTHING to get ready except for grabbing a towel and making turkey bacon. I was supposed to take a shower like 20 minutes ago but I have just been sitting on the couch as if I cant come to terms with the idea that it is, in fact, monday again. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-7099978365902329382?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-82824594167469626972009-09-23T10:26:00.003-04:002009-09-23T10:40:21.434-04:00save meToday kinda sucks. i just want to put that out there. <div>here is why today sucks</div><div> Yesterday sucked. I missed my spanish test because my stupid phone is a crappy alarm clock (I really am starting to think something is wrong with it) and of course that threw my entire day off. So today I have a mixed media project due. I had some ideas that I have been mulling over ever since it was assigned but nothing has formed into anything solid yet. I spent the last week and a half cutting out random stuff that I thought was interesting, hoping for some brilliant flash of inspiration, but it never came. I am officially in a rut. hopefully just for today..</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So anyways last night I was in the studio until about 11 when I realized that nothing was happening, so I gathered all my stuff and went home to work on the projects. I was up until 6am trying to pull something off but it didn't happen. Yes, I made a couple of things that meet the guidelines, but they are total crap. Totally empty... totally uninspired. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I set my phone alarm for 7:30 and went to sleep... It didn't wake me up though. I woke up thanks to some anxiety (not wanting to miss another spanish class) around 7:50. I got ready for class (um, basically just but some jeans on, thats literally all i did to get ready this morning) and went to class. In class we played this jepoardy game, which my team lost. dont get me wrong though- it was a lot of fun, I just wish I had more energy. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After spanish I took my test that I missed yesterday. awful. Thanks to lack of sleep (and no studying since sunday night) I am pretty sure I failed. When I turned it in he was like 'that was fast!' and I mumbled something along the lines of 'got no sleep'. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I slowly walked across campus back to my car, preparing to drown myself in tears of exhaustion and frustration, but I held back the floodwaters (lol) with the perspective of stopping at mcdonalds for an egg and cheese biscuit and hash browns. Maybe today I will get some cinnamon melts too! Totally unhealthy, but if it worked when I was a little kid it would work now, right? so I ordered my crap and on the way home I listened to west side story and ate the cinnamon melts. when I got home I discovered that they forgot my hash browns. WTF. I always look foreword to my hash browns and they totally blew it. Pick-me-up FAIL. OH! and on top of that I am out of gas and almost out of money. and chicago on friday. and I have a lot of dirty laundry to do. oh, and bad hair day. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>well now I am at home, I should've got coffee but all I wanna do now is get my hour and a half of sleep before mixed media. hopefully my alarm will wake me up but I doubt I will be asleep for too long. </div><div>praying that my week gets better...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-8282459416746962697?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-27181077821209921772009-09-21T01:15:00.004-04:002009-09-21T01:46:57.136-04:00FlashbackSoooo<br />I am finally performing the tedious task of deleting my myspace. I wanted to make sure that I had all my photos backed up so I spent a good hour getting them all. Then I remembered my myspace blog. I used to update frequently with dreams and I would use it to air out any issues I was having. Its weird how both specific and cryptic I was with some of these posts- and for that reason I have omitted quite a few things that are a little too personal for a public blog. Well its been fun reading some of these, especially the dreams. its amazing how much I have forgotten. I tried to put these in order best I can but who knows how that turned out- and honestly I am too tired to be picky. I think its funny how optimistic about college and life in general. what an idiot I was, just as green as the freshman at 'almost anything goes'. hahaha...<br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;font-size:11px;"><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[10 Jul 2007 | Tuesday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_286189168">dottttttt</label> <br />Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/bored.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /> bored</div><div id="pBlogBody_286189168" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">man... I am so friggen bored. I cant wait until college starts so that I will have a ton of homework to worry about, instead of having all this free time to sit around and check my myspace every three minutes. On the bright side, work begins tomorrow, the new HP movie is out Thursday, and the book will be out in like 11 days. life is pretty damn boring, just waiting for things to happen. I hate TV and Myspace; they just get lamer by the day; and yet the amount of time I spend with both still remain unchanging. All I can do now, is check up on my AU status every so often, and wait for something to happen.<br />I am so sick of waiting for stuff. I should be more patient i guess.</div><div class="blogContentInfo" face="Verdana" size="11px" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[15 Jul 2007 | Sunday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_287904800">Picture of the Day</label> <br />Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/blah.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /> blah</div><div id="pBlogBody_287904800" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; "><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/IMG_0933.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 460px; height: 344px; " /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Instruction Manual for my niece, Ema. While my sister is in Tennessee we're taking care of her starting last night. Tonight she goes to her grandpas, and then tomorrow to her other grandmas, then back here, and then MAYBE by then Linzi will be back. We call it 'Kid-Cycling'</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">In other News, Twiggy needs to be trained. She is learning that by growling she can get her way, and that is not cool. I really believe that she intends to control my family, and that is also not cool. </span><span style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span><br /><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/IMG_0911.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; width: 457px; height: 342px; " /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">"Twiggy slowly looked up at her master, the lines of shame now etched upon her face, and knew that she had crossed the line when she pooped on the carpet."</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size:130%;"><span style=" ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; 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font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000002NFI?tag=myspace08-20&link_code=xm2&camp=2025&dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; "><img src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/11YD261SC1L.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></td><td valign="top" align="left" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; ">Currently listening:<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000002NFI?tag=myspace08-20&link_code=xm2&camp=2025&dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; "><b>The Very Best of Frank Sinatra</b></a><br />By Frank Sinatra<br />Release date: 10 June, 1997</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><table class="blog" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="BlogTable" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 654px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="100%" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; 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"><label id="pBlogSubject_290213300">hpotter/ pic of the day</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_290213300" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; "><a><"try href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/RqIJUT-_qSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/emwCtkzC7dc/s1600-h/IMG_1133.jpg"><img src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/RqIJUT-_qSI/AAAAAAAAAAs/emwCtkzC7dc/s400/IMG_1133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089640773448608034" border="0" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; " /></a><a><br />im so tired.. waiting to go get my book... I have been up since 7 ( i wanted to get to target at 8 when it opens... ) I thought mom was gonna be up with me to go get it.. but when I was done getting ready I had to spend like 10 minutes waking her up. had to turn the TV off because the final HP book is alll over the news. everyone is talking about it and I dont wanna hear it- I want to gain my own opinion of the book- not tainted or compromised in any way. I know, it sounds lame, but I am picky about my books and the way I read them.<br />well heres a pic of the day (I guess)- kinda sucky but it would be way cooler if i had a good camera. blah blah blah i know that a $300 camera is valuable... but 6.0 mega pixels? Its perfect for family stuff- but not actual fine art or documentary photography. My sis recently got the Nikon d40x. Its light, easy to use, and takes pretty good photos! not to mention less than $800- which is good for someone like me that is going to be in college soon. 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padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">have you noticed?</div><div class="blogContentInfo" face="Verdana" size="11px" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=290215806" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">9:53 AM</a> </div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=290215806" id="cmtCount_290215806" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">1 Comments</a></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; ">(<a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAllCustom&friendId=174015522&swapped=true&page=2#" id="addCmtLnk_290215806" style="text-decoration: underline; 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font-weight: normal; ">I have been very tired the last couple of weeks. My work schedule is all crazy ( i never know what time i will be done.. i hate that- its usually 11:30 or 1am).. like last night i was there from 5 to 11:30 (got done early- it was slow)- and today I go from 8:30 to like 3:30 or something- i dunno.. I love working for target- but I have to say- I like school so much better... not because 'work is hard blah blah'- work is actually a lot easier than school- but at school I can make plans and I know exactly when I will be in class. Also- school gives me an oppurtunity (where the F is my automatic spell check? Its too early to be spelling properly)... to be a little bit creative. Like at MVA I had English, bells, and yearbook. Yearbook was a great outlet for me- when I worked on it not only did I feel like I got something done, but in a way I felt like I was getting things out and letting things go- sort of cleaning up my mind. Now, I love work- great place to work- good co-workers- but I cant help but feel like something is just missing there. I suppose thats just the way I have always been- things like normal homework (like math for example) always just seemed like a bunch of extra stuff. Anyways.. 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"><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[27 Jul 2007 | Friday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_292774935">work stories</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_292774935" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">one day I am going to post about work. Like this one.<br /><br /><br />Today while I was answering phones this man calls and asks to talk to the 'lady in charge of hiring'.<br />Now, as some of you may have noticed, Target has a little application kiosk. There isnt much actual human interaction required. When an applicant finishes the application, the operator calls and sets up a first and second interview. Once in a while someone will call to see if we are hiring, and I will just tell them to see the kiosk. I thought this guy sounded like a moron/bum but the fact that he knew that the person who does the hiring is a woman suggested that he had already done the interviews. When I told him that she wasn't in, I heard him kind of mumbling in the background for a few seconds, and then he came back. "What was your name again?" he asks me.<br />'um... Briana?" (just like that, with a question mark). This is where he starts to sound like a drunken, nasty bum.<br />'How old are you?' he says... I wasnt sure if I should have answered that, but i told him anyways. And do you know what he said after that? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HE ASKED ME??? well I'll tell you what he said! He goes, 'are you freaky?'. What a total dick.<br />I told him that I wasnt and then hung up on him. yeah. i TOLD him! but gosh... what a bitch. way to get a job, you douchebag. Im wondering if I should have reported that to assets protection. I mean, what if he gets hired? hopefully I will never see or hear of that loser again.<br /><br /><br />well i have many other stories, but i think that will be it for now. 000000000000000oooh I got my name tag! woohoo!!</div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><tbody><tr valign="top" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" width="600" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; 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font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; ">Currently listening:<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00005IC03?tag=myspace08-20&link_code=xm2&camp=2025&dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; "><b>Claude Debussy: The Composer as Pianist</b></a><br />By Claude Debussy<br />Release date: 26 September, 2000</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=292774935" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; 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border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_293030388">I've got problems</label> <br />Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/artistic.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /> artistic</div><div id="pBlogBody_293030388" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">but dont we all? So, over the past few weeks (well, I guess that I should have known this all along) I have realized that I get bored- not bored as in , 'man.. this class is boring... let me just fall asleep on my desk and drool in front of all of my friends'. What happens, is that I will get into something for a period of time, but i wont commit to it. A few years ago (as some of you may recall) I spent the summer here in FL and I made some cute bags. The one I brought to school and used as a book bag/purse was kinda popular- It was a reversible sling with big, pink flowers on it. I had people ask me many times to make one for them, but I think I only actually promised one to Caroline. obviously, Cari never got the bag. Its not that i got 'bored'- I just lost interest and didnt have much time. I keep thinking, 'i need to make some more of those!'.. but of course, I never did. Another summer my family and I made jewelry. From my mom's salon, we sold earrings, bracelets, necklaces (etc.)- and people really liked them. When I got back to school, I had made some for Heather D's B-day. i promised to make them for other people, such as heather M, her mom, even charissa (or did I give her some???).. anyways.. Im blowing it with stuff like that. I got really interested in photojournalism- but then I got sick of actually writing. This summer I did a few graphic design projects, but now im slacking on that too. Oh- i did It with guitar, too! I still play sometimes, but not much recently. (well, i did forget it in Ohio!).<br /><br />anyways- its a real problem. I love making stuff and being creative and all, but after a while I want to move on to something else. Sometimes I wish that I would stick to something and get really good of it. And I know this is lame, but the only thing i never got sick of was bells. Sure, there were a few (and I mean very few!) times where i didnt feel like playing. I do like Piano too- but its not like I actually play. I play Piano not to get good, but to relax.. you know, chill. Thats why I used to play in the worship room at MVA when no one else was really around. I guess you could say that its a bit of an outlet...<br /><br /><br />okay well this make no sense.<br /><3><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><tbody><tr valign="top" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" width="600" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td valign="top" align="left" width="60" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000000OBP?tag=myspace08-20&link_code=xm2&camp=2025&dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; "><img src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/01S6PCEF8VL.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></td><td valign="top" align="left" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; ">Currently listening:<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000000OBP?tag=myspace08-20&link_code=xm2&camp=2025&dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; "><b>Queen - Greatest Hits</b></a><br />By Queen<br />Release date: 15 September, 1992</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[01 Aug 2007 | Wednesday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_294632284">news</label> <br />Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/chipper.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /> excited</div><div id="pBlogBody_294632284" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">things are going pretty good... I just finished watching Les Miserables (its a good story!) I'm gonna read the book next- I need something to read now that HP is done. So, looks like I will be going to Andrews in a few weeks!! excting, huh? I will have to go back up north pretty soon, then, because I'm far behind on registration. Gotta do a financial plan (right now looks like I get 4,000 from AU, 4,000 from the gov, and maybe another few K from AU Financial aid.), I need to get loans (quick!) get dorm stuff figured out, register for classes, get a TB shot (noo!!!!!!!), and all that crap. on top of that, I have to wrap things up here in FL quickly- meaning I have to leave target (<img src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/smileys/lonely.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " />), practically move all my crap back to Ohio, and use the little money I have to get a ticket back into Toledo. Right now, Mom is looking at jobs at a couple of the colleges here- Like Art Institute. AI has schools in NYC- meaning there is a possibility of moving there! lol.. that would be a new change! anyways... I love FL, but other than my family here im not too attached yet- going to AU is going to be fun- living on campus again, chillin in the dorm- and maybe studying abroad. ok well i forgot what i was gonna write about besides that... so.. bye!</div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><tbody><tr valign="top" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" width="600" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td valign="top" align="left" width="60" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/076781505X?tag=myspace08-20&link_code=xm2&camp=2025&dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; "><img src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/11pcPEACkAL.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></td><td valign="top" align="left" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; ">Currently watching:<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/076781505X?tag=myspace08-20&link_code=xm2&camp=2025&dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; "><b>Les Miserables</b></a><br />Release date: 03 November, 1998</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=294632284" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; 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font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_322805174">high expectations</label> <br />Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/tired.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /> tired</div><div id="pBlogBody_322805174" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; "><p>I had very high expectations for today, and It turned out to be the crappiest day I have had in a long time- a perfect ending to a bad week. I hope that this is the last time that someone sends me like that. It probably will be because I dont think I will expect anything from anyone for a while.</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>*all I ask is that you leave me with my dignity*</p><p> </p></div><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=322805174" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">1:16 AM</a> </div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=322805174" id="cmtCount_322805174" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">0 Comments</a></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; 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font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_326948330">falling apart</label> <br />Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/crappy.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /> sore</div><div id="pBlogBody_326948330" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; "><p>not being emo I promise!!</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>so yesterday i did Turbo Jam (CP 3 mind you...) thinking, 'yay! I excercized finally!'- and knowin full well that I would be sore the next day until I have been doing it consistantly. On top of that, I decided to take a nap after work and ended up falling off my bed- which happens to be the top bunk. Because I took that nap, I ended up missing dinner. After the gallery opening, we went to Niles to see a movie, and I was thinking, 'hey! let me just buy some food on the way bck!'.. but no... I lost my wallet with my ID for school as well as my debit card. Bad day? I believe so. On top of that I have a huge Civ test, which I was going to cram for last night (memorize dates and such), but I wasnt feeling too well so i went straight to bed. Tuesday I have a photo project due and I havent even began shooting- and I also need to turn some other things for my book. So this morning, I am unprepared, sore from two different things, hungry, ID-less, and I still dont have a laptop for school. I cant even write very well because I am in so much pain that it is disabling me from being all proper. and stuff.</p></div><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=326948330" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">9:47 AM</a> </div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=326948330" id="cmtCount_326948330" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">2 Comments</a></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; ">(<a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAllCustom&friendId=174015522&swapped=true&page=2#" id="addCmtLnk_326948330" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">Add Comment</a>) |</div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><label id="KudoCount2">2 Kudos</label></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_BlogList_RepeaterBlogList_ctl02_btnTranslate" href="javascript:showLanguageOptions(326948330);" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">Translate</a></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "> <a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=True&blogId=326948330" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">Edit</a></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "> <a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.Confirm&action=blog&friendId=0&blogId=326948330" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">Remove</a></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[31 Dec 2007 | Monday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_342886735">Keira Knightly and the Dog Whisperer</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_342886735" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; "><p>SO i woke up this morning and the first thing I remembered was the whack dream I had, where I was working in some radio station.. I dont know what the freak I was doing though. Corbin Bleu (yes, the black guy from High School Musical.. man I gotta stop watching the DIsney Channel...) was the Radio's DJ. At the end of the evening, he went home and I stayed behind to put the bands' crap away. When I was moving the stuff, Cesar Millan, The Dog Whisperer came in and was like, 'give me a beat' and for some reason i was like.. 'Uh, I dont play the bass guitar...' and he was like, 'well then play something on the piano!' and I was like, 'uh... i dont really play.. what do you want me to play?' and he was like, 'Hmm.... play a story.. yes.. and English story for miss Keira Knightley' so naturally I played the piano part of Apologize and he loved it. for some reason we both thought it was the soundtrack fom Pride and Prejudice...</p><p><br />and yes.... I did have to look up the spelling of the names of all those Celebrities.</p><p><br />That was my second dream of Corbin Bleu. He was actually in my Pete Wentz dream- he was hosting AU's classical music station, only it was power hour and it was being broadcasted from down my street. Pete Wentz was like, 'oh no... how did they find me here? now I have to go say something!'</p><p>what could this mean? lol... only time will tell</p><p><br />[note] well since I bothered to write this entire thing down, I might as well copy and paste it into my many blogs of wonder. I meant this bulletin to be short, just like the pete wentz dream one.. but wanted to remember the whole thing and I couldnt find a pen.</p></div><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=342886735" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">9:18 AM</a> </div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=174015522&blogId=342886735" id="cmtCount_342886735" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">1 Comments</a></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; ">(<a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.ListAllCustom&friendId=174015522&swapped=true&page=2#" id="addCmtLnk_342886735" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">Add Comment</a>) |</div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><label id="KudoCount1">2 Kudos</label></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "><a id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_BlogList_RepeaterBlogList_ctl01_btnTranslate" href="javascript:showLanguageOptions(342886735);" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">Translate</a></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "> <a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.edit&editor=True&blogId=342886735" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">Edit</a></div><div class="cmtcell" style="float: left; margin-right: 7px; "> <a href="http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.Confirm&action=blog&friendId=0&blogId=342886735" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; ">Remove</a></div></div></td></tr></tbody></table>√√<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold; font-family:Verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;">[01 Jan 2008 | Tuesday] </span></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;font-size:11px;"><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_343240864">Rabbit Rabbit... and my dream of the day lol</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_343240864" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;">so Frank already got me but now i got like.. all of you, so yeah..<br />anyways I had this dream last night where Heather M and I were with some group... we were on a team or something.. anyways we were all traveling through different countries and stuff, and the CIA was chasing us. our method of transportation? 'hot air balloons' aka one helium balloon for each 'team' and a mosquito net attached to it that we were supposed to hang on to. anyways..We spent an evening at MVA, where Justin Timberlake was to perform after Lenny Kravitz and Hannah Montana.. I also remember being in Mecca, which looked a lot like Morocco. So, from mecca (the center of Islam) we went across this golden bridge to Medina, which is the holiest city in the Islam religion and the burial place of Mohammad. Once we were in Medina, I guess we were safe because we were now actually in South America, and Argentina was nearby. So, anyone who has passed the third grade knows that that is geographically incorrect, but hey, what can ya do... I actually questioned that in my dream.. i was like, 'uh, heather? this isn't right.. how the freak did we get to a whole other continent?' but no one answered me. Then I was in some room trying to exorcise this woman and her daughter. Now I am no priest, but I did pretty good getting that demon out of the mother. The daughter didn't work though, because apparently I didn't have enough faith or something. it was scary. My night ended when I dreamed that I went into my brother's room to see a painting I made (of Nathan Shinn?!??!) completely painted over with a primitive version (that I made when I was like 5...) stapled over it. I went down the stairs and tried to yell at my mom, but of course, no one heard me... its really hard for me to speak in my dreams.<br /><br /><br />well there you go. my first dreams of 2008, completely random? I think not. I <span style="font-style: italic; ">was</span> watching the Bourne Ultimatum and some New Years Eve bash that featured JT, Lenny Kravitz, and Miley Cyrus. I dont really know where the exorcism crap came from though... I think i was looking at a movie cover or something... </div><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[02 Jan 2008 | Wednesday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_343553056">The Class of 2007 Reunites</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_343553056" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:009900;"> Last night I dreamed that the 6pack (that go to andrews) went to the wonderland movie theatre in Niles, and for some reason they sent us all to this wierd, almost empty theatre.. and on my way in someone who worked there was trying to mess with me..for some reason I was wearing socks and pink flip flops, and i was carrying my laptop in like a brief case. Who does that? anyways.. I asked Sarah to take my computer into the theatre so I didnt drop it while I got the guy off of my feet. Soon, more and more 07 grads came in.. I guess there was some kind of suprise reunion thing going on.. I was looking for Jessica the whole time though but I couldnt find her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:009900;">I went into the other theatres to see what was going on, and I found Mr. Myers and Kyle B- they were in there to make sure no one went to the wrong room.. I remember thinking, 'Oh Good! now Myers can put some software on my computer!' and I was like, 'hey guys!' and they waved back.. Then mr. myers was like, 'you should be taking pictures', so he gave me this camera with a huge telephoto lens... but i did not take any pictures. I was so confused, so I went back to Lamson Hall but I couldnt find anyone so I went to the front desk, which was actually the front dest of Linden Hall. Mrs. Shafer was down there with that box of rags and she was like giving them to her workers and stuff. Princess was monitering phones so I asked her what was going on and she didnt know. I wanted to make an all call, but for some reason I didnt ask mrs. shafer because I didnt think that she would let me. After that I went directly to April and Kendree's room (they dont even go to AU lol) and when I got there everyone was leaving to go take a shower- they were like, 'there you are! go get ready!'... apparantly we were all gonna go get pretty and go to St. Joseph- which is actually a much cooler place in my dreams than in real life.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;color:009900;">On my way to my room to take a shower, i ended up walking with my boss and some kid i dont know.. and then I was like, 'crap! I gotta work!' so I kept walking with her to work and then I fell into a lake (I know, Random...) and for some reason it was really salty. i couldnt get out because the sand was like quick sand and the more i tried to climb out the more i sunk back in. So I kept asking my boss how to get out- i was like, 'I never swim in lakes! only the ocean!!! Are you sure there are no fish or anything in here?' and she was like, 'no, dont worry'. So as She tried to help me climb out, I was trying to ask her for the afternoon off but she kept cutting me off, and she wouldnt let me climb out all the way- she was like doing all this crap and i was like, 'uh... just let me get out...' and then she was giving me some hot chocolate that she like put some saltwater in.. shes was like, 'you need to get the taste out' and I was like, 'What?!?!?!?' so I backed into a corner (like in the pool when I was little) and pulled myself out. and then there was something about this playground at AU being gone and I was thinking 'awwww man, i bet the photo students are going to miss that..'<br /><br /><br />well thats all i remember for now.</span></p></div><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></b></span></span></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div id="pBlogBody_343835167" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><div id="1366" style="background- ;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;font-size:100%;color:#D73306;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-family: Verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 11px; font-weight: normal; "><div id="1366" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">hahahah this show is SO EFFING funny</span></span></div><div id="1367" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;">...yeah...and this who wants to be a millionaire is SO EFFING exciting!</span></b></span></div><div id="1368" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;">lol</span></b></span></div><div id="1369" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">lol</span></span></div><div id="1370" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">is it regis?</span></span></div><div id="1371" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;">yeah</span></b></span></div><div id="1372" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;">i think he's sex for an old guy</span></b></span></div><div id="1373" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">eww</span></span></div><div id="1374" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">he all short</span></span></div><div id="1375" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">now George Clooney...</span></span></div><div id="1376" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">yeah baby</span></span></div><div id="1377" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">he is sexayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy</span></span></div><div id="1378" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">whoooooooooo</span></span></div><div id="1379" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;">ewww george has that nasty chin</span></b></span></div><div id="1380" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">what??</span></span></div><div id="1381" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">are you kidding me?</span></span></div><div id="1382" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;"><b>i dunno why everyone is so on him</b></span></span><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;"><br /></span></div><div id="1383" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;">i think jerry springer is pretty sex too</span></b></span></div><div id="1384" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">heather</span></span></div><div id="1385" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">you choose springer and regis...</span></span></div><div id="1386" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">over george??!??!?!</span></span></div><div id="1387" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;">yep</span></b></span></div><div id="1388" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;">lol</span></b></span></div><div id="1389" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">omg</span></span></div><div id="1390" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">i am copying and pasting this into a blog</span></span></div><div id="1391" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(15, 5, 149); "><b>iluvbellz07</b>:</span> <b><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;">lol ok!</span></b></span></div><div id="1392" style="background-color: transparent; "><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><span style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Arial; color: rgb(215, 51, 6); "><b>brianaburke</b>:</span> <span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;">that is whack</span></span></div></span></b></span></span></div><div style="background- ;color:transparent;"><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;"></span> </div><div style="background- ;color:transparent;"><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;"></span> </div><div style="background- ;color:transparent;"><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;"></span> </div><div style="background- ;color:transparent;"><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:800080;"></span> </div><div style="background- ;color:transparent;"><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "><img src="http://i5.tinypic.com/6juff43.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></span></div><div style="background- ;color:transparent;"><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "></span> </div><div style="background- ;color:transparent;"><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); ">you be the judge...</span></div><div id="1395" style="background- ;color:transparent;"><b><span style="background-color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:000000;"></span></b> </div><div id="1395" style="background- ;color:transparent;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;"><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[03 Jan 2008 | Thursday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_343917134">Owen Wilson and Tia Maggie’s Quesadillas</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_343917134" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><p><span style="font-size:85%;">So I dreamed soemthing about having the family over, And Tia Maggie was making her quesadillas and I was like 'yay! yummy!'.. an after that scene vic and I were at some guys house.. i dont know whow he was, my moms friend or something? but in my moms dream i seemed to know him pretty well. Me and vic were in the bathroom for some reason.. like doing our har or something but vic kept messing around and i was getting mad at him. After that we went into the living room, and the guy had bought 'RockStar', which I thought was Rock Band but actually the generic version. he didnt know what it was- how to play or set it up, so Vic and I did it. man was that boring?? the drums (my fav part of the game) was like one pad and i had to hit it over and over again... just hitting the pad. it didnt even sound right. and the game itself was totally lame- like there were these little monsters in it that looked like those cavity monsters you see in posters at the dentists office. I finally gave up and i was playing it off like i was trying to be polite.. I was like, 'uh... matthew can play... ' Matt was there too btw- vics friend. he had taken the train from his house to mine, which is kinda stupid because he only lives a few miles away. thats all i really remember... nothing special tonight... OH yeah Owen Wilson made an appearance.. like the guy whose house we were at was hosting some awards party.. and Owen came in looking like Hansel from Zoolander, and he apologized for something. i dont know what was up, but i remember the guy being embarrassed or something.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </p></div></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div></div><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica;"><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[22 Mar 2008 | Saturday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_369293005">Dream</label> <br />Current mood: <img src="http://x.myspacecdn.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/awake.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /> awake</div><div id="pBlogBody_369293005" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">because this one was WHACK!!<br /><br />So I dreamed that I was at Andrews (i think??? looked like MVA) and down where the ABC was in MV was this huge building- it was like an elementary school or something. A bunch of us (like my whole senior class) went down to sneak in because we were bored. We ended up sneaking into my brother’s reading class. We all sat down and acted like we were students but everyone soon fell asleep. I sat next to vic and he kept falling asleep so i kept waking him up. I guess i must’ve dozed off because when i looked, my class had left me- all my friends were gone! jerks.. anyways.. after class was out me, vic, and some guy i dont remember who he was, we all ran into Prof. Markovic- my Civ teacher. I think he was bored (this was Spring break u know) so he invited us all to his house- he wanted to show up something really cool but we werent allowd to tell anyone about it. It was this huge hanging tapestry or something- like scarlet with gold symbols and designs on it. It hung behind like 5 layers of curtain. He told us something about it being from the fourth century, and that it had some kind of power- like it was blessed or something. Like you touch it and wish for something and it comes true. Like a birthday wish, we werent supposed to tell anyone what we wished for- so just to be safe i wont say what I wished for lol. Thats all i really remember- there was a little bit more, but its too vague. okay well there it is. Random I know!</div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[13 Jun 2008 | Friday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_405516287">am I the only one who does this?</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_405516287" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">it seems like sometimes when I look back on things in my life.. you know, embarrassing moments, sad moments, scary moments, good/funny moments, its like im watching myself in a movie.. you know, in third person. I just realized that.. am I the only one who does this</div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[07 Jul 2008 | Monday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_412656264">ok</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_412656264" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">so i had another whack dream, that I was out with my family here in Tampa eating at clearwater beach (near the pier) after a day of flea marketing, and as we were leaving I saw Heather D just chillin in one of the booths, waiting for Tim and a couple of his friends to come back. I was like, 'Omg, heather! what are you doing here?' like she said something but i dont remember what it was.. and we were talking for a minute and then I was like 'heather, you STILL haven't told my why you're here!' and like, all I know is that she told me that she had already been there three days. I was SOO freakin pissed that she didnt call me. I was like, 'were you EVER going to call me or tell me you were here?' she kept changing the subject and I was like, 'whatever. I'm going home but im still pissed you didn't call me..' and thats all i remember.<br /><br />so yeah if any you guys come into tampa and dont call me, i WILL take it personally and never talk to you again.<br /><br /><br /><br />today i am going to get a job. i cant be in here anymore these people are driving me completely insane.<br /><br />p.s. im not really listening to the jo bros. that would be heather d, who actually likes lame music like '7 things' and that NKOTB song.</div><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><tbody><tr valign="top" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" width="600" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td valign="top" align="left" width="60" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jonas-Brothers/dp/B000OZ2CO8?SubscriptionId=10YFNG2YAAQOVTNNR4R2&tag=myspace08-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=2025&creative=165953&creativeASIN=B000OZ2CO8" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; "><img src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51GGgzFSvKL._SL75_.jpg" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></a></td><td valign="top" align="left" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; ">Currently listening:<br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jonas-Brothers/dp/B000OZ2CO8?SubscriptionId=10YFNG2YAAQOVTNNR4R2&tag=myspace08-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=2025&creative=165953&creativeASIN=B000OZ2CO8" style="text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 255); font-size: 11px; "><b>Jonas Brothers</b></a><br />By Jonas Brothers<br />Release date: 2007-08-07</td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[18 May 2008 | Sunday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_395918754">$6.80/ gallon</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_395918754" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">so I had this whack dream last night.<br /><br />I was still at Andrews (for some reason) and my Dad was in the Dominican Republic so I had the car even though I dont have a license. Tiff, Heather D, Heather M, Sarah and I wanted to go somewhere- I dont really know where, but me and Heather M were driving (2 seperate cars). I pulled into a McDonalds and was like, 'so do you guys wanna eat here? or do you want to go to Niles and find a random place downtown?' (the last day i was at AU we went to this random, fantastic mexican place in Niles...).. everyone was all for it but when I was about to leave Heather D and Sarah came up to my car and were like, 'um Heather M left... she went somewhere to study'.. and I was like, 'uh... okay... just cram in the back..'.. though I dont know why we had to cram seeing as my dads car seats 4 passengers and there were only 5 of us all.. no reason to take another car... but anyways... for some reason that messed up our plans and I was alittle lost.. I realized too that the gas light was on and i was trying to find some cheap gas somewhere but all the prices were like $6.80, and a couple didnt have prices posted because they were changing the numbers on the signs. I was angry, but not surprised. haha when I woke up all I could think of was 'Is gas REALLY $6.80 a gallon?'.. it made $4.09 look desirable.<br />I had a white bike too... and I had to stop at AU (which was actually MVA) where I had to get my bike, drawing portfolio, drawing tablet, canvas pad, and roll of posters. I had to somehow get them into my trunk (dont know why it wouldnt fit)<br />anyways... somehow I had to keep reminding myself that I had already finished at andrews- that my room was packed up and all ready at home... and then I was thinking that I should go pick victor up from MVA but then I was like 'no thats so stupid you're already in Florida'... like wtf? why are my dreams so retarded sometimes? lol.<br /><br />Ok there was another weird one<br />For some reason I were at a port.. reminded me of a flea market, port canaveral, and Miami... there were bridges... and ocean... and cool tall buildings... gosh I wish I had a picture of it.. I was never good at describing with words... but it was really really cool.. and amazing... and nice... and pretty.. like we were up in the air.. and I got to explore and all.. reminds me of those nice clubs and rooms on a cruise except NOT tacky with plastic crystal centerpieces and all... it was all real.oh yeah I had a job there somewhere too... like I was going to start... (see im just remembering pieces of it).. well it was cool... VERY cool<br /><br />ok one more<br />and there was another one... It was like, me, some random guy in his 30s (dont know who he was but for some reason he was supposed to protect me and this other person..) and this 'other person'.. I dont remember if it was my brother victor or a random little girl.. mmaybe it switched or something i dont know.. it was just very weird. anyways we were once again using my dads car and we were like trapped in China. yeah. weird. this might have actually led into my miami/port canaveral/flea market dream.. anyways we were stuck in china and we were making this plan to get out... like the guy was doing all the planning.. swear it was the guy from Back to the Future.. what was his name? you know, 'Marty'? i dont remember his real name.. anyways he reminded me of him..... our plan was to launch the car over the great wall... like fly over the border. we tried a few times but didnt make it- we just kept driving along the wall. Finally we tried one more time- driving off a building actually- and as we were flying off, the car somehow separated itself from us, and we went flying over a bunch of water (ocean) and thats when I saw the port. 'Marty' landed on a building.. on his feet of course, and I landed in the water, close to the port and near a ladder. Very convenient.<br /><br />anyways this is all very random but i had to get it down before I forgot. even as I write all this i am remembering dreams I had before- like something to do with an Airplane and trying to fly it... or driving a car through K-Mart...<br /><br /><br />later<br />bri</div><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "></div></td></tr></tbody></table><div class="blogTimeStamp" style="font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; background-color: rgb(177, 208, 240); text-align: center; ">[26 May 2008 | Monday] </div><table class="blog" width="100%" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; width: 634px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); word-wrap: break-word; background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><tbody><tr style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><td width="30" style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><img height="1" border="0" width="30" alt="" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; " /></td><td style="font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif, helvetica; font-size: 1em; border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; "><div class="blogSubject" style="padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; "><label id="pBlogSubject_399344246">jhjkh</label></div><div id="pBlogBody_399344246" class="blogContent" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: normal; ">fdfrgcb</div><div class="blogContentInfo" style="padding-top: 5px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; font-size: 11px; font-family: Verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); clear: left; "></div></td></tr></tbody></table></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-2718107782120992177?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-35093358915558777562009-09-20T01:27:00.003-04:002009-09-20T01:40:01.037-04:00Maybe we should step it up a little...I dont know about you, but I believe that healthcare reform is desperatly needed. All these people who say that this plan wont work ("Doctors wont work hard enough!) Seriously? It works in tons of other countries, why cant it work here? why is it that one of the most rich and powerful countries in the world spends the MOST on healthcare with the WORST results?<br />I think its time that those people who are FOR healthcare step up- just like we did during the Election- just like we are opposing things like Proposition 8. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"18-29 year olds are the most uninsured people in America". I mean this is basically me and my friends. I can see how this is true. So many of us are insured through our parent's insurance- but only as long as we are full-time students. What happens after that? After graduating from College what are we doing? trying to find jobs and make a place for ourselves in our respective industries. Often companies dont offer health benefits, especially to those who are just starting out in their careers. And then what? We are so focused on trying to make it that health insurance just falls through the cracks. But come flu season if you cant see a doctor things aren't looking too good for you... Say you let it go untreated for so long- other people get sick, your work performance suffers, quality of life goes DOWN... It really never ends. No one should have to get so sick-or even possibly die-because they dont have enough money to see a doctor or check into a clinic. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am very lucky to have health insurance - but there was a time when I was uninsured and it really worried me... I am still worried about people I know that dont have insurance. it sucks, you guys. Its not good. I really do not understand why people think that the current healthcare system works. Yeah.. it works if you can afford it. </div><div>Oh... and those who cant afford it are not just 'bums who need to get jobs'- they are regular people like you and me who happen to have fallen on rough times.<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_1oczK4vos&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a_1oczK4vos&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-3509335891555877756?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-17931836424343172292009-09-19T16:16:00.003-04:002009-09-19T16:20:05.206-04:00Just had a total meltdown<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>and cut all my hair off. Was freaking out earlier, but I have officially gone through the entire grieving process:<div><br /></div><div>Denial: "This is just a dream.. this HAS to be a dream... "</div><div>Anger: "No, its not a dream. I am such an idiot! WHAT HAVE I DONEEEEE!!???????!!!?"</div><div>Barganing: "I can get extensions. I can fly to tampa for a day and mommy will make it all better! I wish I would have just stopped cutting! why didn't I stop!!?!?"</div><div>Depression: (incoherent babbling as I bawled on the phone to my mom)</div><div>Acceptance: I can go to Sally Beauty Supply and get some new color, then it will be totally rad.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/SrU8z97RsqI/AAAAAAAAA10/MdE1TpH4ae0/s400/Photo+12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383275793085477538" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">... its not the end of the world after all =)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-1793183642434317229?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-91745217812610885592009-09-18T02:21:00.002-04:002009-09-18T02:22:30.056-04:00WTF twitter?!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/SrMnDShyirI/AAAAAAAAA1s/phCIEsEKOBQ/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/SrMnDShyirI/AAAAAAAAA1s/phCIEsEKOBQ/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688917104528050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/SrMnCn4ptyI/AAAAAAAAA1k/trCXuSADVTs/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/SrMnCn4ptyI/AAAAAAAAA1k/trCXuSADVTs/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382688905657693986" /></a>Twitter needs to start cracking down on spammers!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-9174521781261088559?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-71660062524280958142009-09-16T00:18:00.001-04:002009-09-16T00:22:36.635-04:00Why I Love Family GuyPlease tell me you've seen revenge of the nerds?<br />I was doing some spanish homework and watching family guy when I saw this. so funny... Below is the clip from the show and under that is a clip from the movie, Revenge of the Nerds.<br /><object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/K_MCwmdbZqUsCdAKW5sDJg/1129/1202"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/K_MCwmdbZqUsCdAKW5sDJg/1129/1202" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2KIxMQro-w&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y2KIxMQro-w&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-7166006252428095814?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-31852709253904994702009-09-15T19:55:00.000-04:002009-09-16T00:22:10.463-04:00sha!"I probably shouldn't say this..." (so dont)<br /><object width="580" height="360"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNygYvp9XBs&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cNygYvp9XBs&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="580" height="360"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br />oh and have you ever auto-tuned the news? I would actually watch FOXnews if they did this every night:<br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDOYN-6gdRE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bDOYN-6gdRE&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-3185270925390499470?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-30761105906569566752009-09-13T11:54:00.004-04:002009-09-13T11:58:49.087-04:00I have never been more excited about MTVSo tonight is the 2009 VMAs and I am really hoping that I can find somewhere to watch it. Do I give a crap who takes home 'Best New Artist'? No.. I dont. I am just super excited about the trailers they have put out. Here is the big one- a remake of West Side's Story Quartet- my absolute FAVORITE part of WSS- and honestly I think this is very well done (for an MTV thing you know).. Russel Brand is Hilarious, Cobra Starship is great as always, and Taylor swift is AMAZING! At first I really didn't like her, you know? 'oh another pop corn leanne rimes'- but Tswizzle has already proved herself to be more than that. Oh and I actually really like her CD, which is saying a lot because I am pretty adverse to any country that isn't johnny cash. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OTWO5vKSwg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7OTWO5vKSwg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-3076110590656956675?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-30326948289125391762009-09-12T21:03:00.007-04:002009-09-12T22:06:13.474-04:00Friday Night Bible StudiesI am feeling pretty sick tonight so I am staying in and doing nerdy computer stuff.. that is, until I pass out. I finally brought my camera along to Friday night worship this week- I always have a lot of fun going to them and the group always learns new things. I really am thankful for all the families that are a part of the group. It is nice to get away from 'college life' for a night.I did have trouble shooting in such low light but problems like that are only good as long as you can learn from them. click for larger images.<center><br /></center><center><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_069622.jpg" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_073028.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_073028.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_077032.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_077032.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_068320.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_080533.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_080533.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_081235.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_081235.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_081736.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_081736.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_081837.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_081837.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_081938.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_081938.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center><center><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_077032.jpg" target="_blank"></a></center><center><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_081837.jpg" target="_blank"></a></center><center><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_077032.jpg" target="_blank"></a></center><center><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_080533.jpg" target="_blank"></a></center><center><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_083443.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_083443.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_083342.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_069622.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_065516.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_067118.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></center><center><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_083443.jpg" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_083844.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_083844.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_082340.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_084245.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/th_IMG_084245.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /></a></center><center><br /></center><center><br /></center><center>Also: my photoblog has been updated! <a href="http://brianaauroraphoto.blogspot.com/">ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check</a> it out!</center><center><a href="http://s2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Briggie07/?action=view&current=IMG_083844.jpg" target="_blank"></a></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-3032694828912539176?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-50865119956562586982009-09-11T10:57:00.004-04:002009-09-11T11:37:19.240-04:00where were YOU on 9/11?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/Sqpug6HWpQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/IQKXx97Fmac/s1600-h/136306main_iss003e5387_med.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/Sqpug6HWpQI/AAAAAAAAAyo/IQKXx97Fmac/s400/136306main_iss003e5387_med.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380234216482448642" /></a><div style="text-align: right;">(click on post title for more on this photo)</div><br />I already blogged about this a while back (so random I know) but of course, since then it has been deleted thanks to my stupid self. but I do want to have this somewhere, you know, for my own historical purposes. I didn't keep a journal at the time this happened and its easier for me to type that write right now. <div><br /></div><div>8 years ago today there was a 2 hour delay for Defiance Public and Parokial due to fog. Now according to the handbook of my tiny elementary school, we were to adhere to the Defiance City Schools delays and cancelations. There were four of us in that school at that time- my brother and I, who lived close to the outskirts of Defiance, Marie who lived in Latty's Grove (a residential area in the middle of Defiance), and Julia, who lived in Bryan. Julia, being from another town, never really heard the delays and cancelations. Marie didn't have TV and rarely listened to the local radio stations, but vic and I? Just like all other kids in Defiance we lived for that stuff- and luckily our parents let us. Our teacher, Mr. Hoover never cared about delays and cancelations- he showed up to school anyway. It was ridiculous- Vic and I would get so many tardies and absences because we followed the cancelations and delays. It wasn't really fair- but it was elementary school. Anyways September 11, 2001 was one of those days.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>My dad had gone to work during this delay and was going to come back and get us around 10 to get us to school. Still in my pajamas he called me not long after he had been at work. It began in the usual way- me talking about myself. "yeah I had waffles for breakfast. blah blah. No.. Im not in my pajamas! (lie).... of course Victor is awake (lie)." </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Turn on the news- a plane crashed into a building"</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"oh.. yeh yeah okay I might turn that on (lie. I was watching Degrassi or something equally stupid)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Sooo I went about my day, eating waffles, watching TV. Ten minutes later he called back. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"I'm on my way home... are you watching this?!"</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"What are you talking about?"</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"The plane! On the news!"</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"ohh yeah.. yeah I saw that, that sucks (lie)". I could here my dad suck through his teeth- what most dominicans do when they're annoyed. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>"Just turn on CNN. Im on my way home". </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I ran and woke Victor up so dad wouldn't catch him asleep and turned on the news. I was 11 years old, and I was horrified at what I saw. On every channel- shots of one of the towers of the World Trade Center- the building looked like it had been stung by some awful kind of mosquito with the fire spreading like that, darkening the windows. It was swaying. By the time I had turned on the news, it seemed like every channel was freaking out. Some channels weren't even on the air. a whole lot was going on at this time. Planes were being grounded, there was a lot of panic going on- planes deviating from their course, fire fighters had begun entering the building- it was insane. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Just then there was a second plane- It went straight into the second tower.... and then my dad finally got home. Victor sat on the couch... I sat on the floor... and my dad stood as we all watched as New York City crumbled to the ground. That moment- when the first tower just collapsed... I remember that the most. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>We went to school not long after that- I remember flinging the door open in the middle of math class and yelling "they're gone!". Everyone just looked at me "The twin towers..." I just went to my desk and sat down. My brother followed after me and then my dad came in and talked to my teacher. Mr. Hoover looked a little panicky. He hurried to the TV in the back of the room- pulled it out and hooked the cable up. That day all we did was watch the news. It was so bizarre. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I rode the bus home with my brother, Audrey, and Sean that afternoon. We all sat on the trampoline and talked about things too heavy for a bunch of 3-6th graders. "This could have happened to us" we would say.... such a strange day..</div><div>I wish I would have kept a journal at this time- a lot was going through my head. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>No matter what you believe about 9/11 (the government did it, it was all a lie etc), the truth is that tons of people died that day. It was not a good day and even now when I think about all the stories, all those shots of people jumping out of buildings, anchors covered in ash running away from the disaster- it puts me in a rather melancholy mood. Today I will be praying for the hundreds of thousands of families that are remembering what was probably the worst day of their lives. </div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-5086511995656258698?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-11249920178642822142009-09-10T19:34:00.002-04:002009-09-10T20:19:16.836-04:00Thursday NightI am SO HAPPY that it is thursday night! Although we had Monday off this week has been the busiest of the semester so far. I could barely squeeze everything in today but I managed to do it. I had a spanish test this morning which I probably failed though. Well, maybe not failed but I was so out of it when I took the test. I was also pretty confused... Spanish tests have always been particularly brutal for me- the problem is that I just dont know all these conjunctions.. like how am I supposed to know the subjunctive form of all these 'berbs'? Anyways next time I will just have to work much, much harder. I cant believe it is the beginnning of the year and I am already pretty burnt out.<br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Tuesday for photo we are going to a farm (ahem, the AU dairy!) which is going to be pretty awesome. Normally the smell of the cows and milk would probably bother me but I think now I have attached fond memories to the smell... that is memories of Maasailand =)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I dont think I can say enough how much I miss Tanzania. For a while I have doubted my feelings on the place- 'oh, you were on vacation, of course you love it! Everyone loves a good vacation spot!'... but that's not it at all. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I dont think I am really one of those people who really can call a place a 'vacation spot'. For me my favorite places mean so much more. Its about the people, the streets, the very air of the place. Seybo is a favorite place of mine- in the mountain of the Dominican Republic- the little farm house with the Rio down the road. The Orange trees in the back, the horses, cows.. the big barrels where rain water collects and tadpoles are hatched... I want to go back to DR so bad. It has been soo long. It seems like it would be a little sad though- being there. The last time I was there my Abuela and Abuelo were there. Eneida had been gone for a while and her absence rang through the house constantly, but Miquella was still there, and as always was being taken very good care of. Now I would return not as someone's nieta, but as a visitor. I wonder if I would feel like all those people who travel to Scotland or Ireland to find long-lost relatives... longing to belong in what would have been their homeland but always an outsider. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>What was I talking about again? Oh... Tanzania... and plans for next week. I got REALLY off topic, didn't I? </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The summer before my Senior year I went on a cruise with a good friend of mine and her family. We went to Naasau (Bahamas), St. Maarten, and St.Thomas (USVI). I think it is interesting how I now view these places because I saw in a way that many Americans/Tourists see places, and honestly I feel quite badly about it. Naasau was beautiful- I think. We didn't get very far off the boardwalk covered in shops. I remember being excited about how they drove on the other side of the road. I only caught a glimpse of someone who actually looked like they lived there for reasons unrelated to tourism. I wanted to see more, but I was hurried along to a shore excursion. The water was amazingly cool and clear as a little tour boat took a group of us out. "Over there you will see the famous resort, Atlantis! and OVer there you will see a little Island which was filmed to put in the opening credits of gilligan's island!'. After that tour I felt like I took something away from the world- like a typical turista, only interested in the American things. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>St. Thomas was a little bit different. As we pulled into the port early in the morning I sat at breakfast with my friend and her parents. I was completely enchanted by the mountains that surrounded us- the mountains that were once homes to some of my ancestors. My family had history here, and that really affects one's perspective. I can understand those people who go to Scotland and Ireland to see the land of their great-great-grandfathers- One day I will be in Scotland, looking at the rolling hills- exploring the other side of my heritage. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>With this perspective I strolled into St. Thomas. With my eyes I enjoyed as much as I could as we made out way to the beach we were going to be snorkeling at. Snorkeling after a huge storm is awful by the way. Cant see ANYTHING. It rained while we were in the water. I liked it.. it felt like something REAL from st. Thomas- not a tiny roped off beach designated for fat Americans in snorkel gear. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Now St. Maarten was wayyyyy different. How? First, our shore excursion (which had been another day of snorkeling) had been canceled because of the storm that came through a few days earlier. Though the sun burned into the tourists, the Island was still saturated in the tropical downpour from the previous nights. You know how you can just tell that significant rain had fallen recently? it was amazing. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>St. Maarten was also different in the sense that I ran into my dad there. It was a little random and I am extremely lucky to have spotted him. He had rented a tiny european car and drove on the opposite side of the road in it. He took us all around the island- Through the Dutch side as well as the French Side. Through the beautiful mountains, past tiny towns and houses... Stopping at photo ops to get a nice landscape- I feel that I had gotten a better picture of the small island. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>By asking around my dad had managed to hunt down the most dominican place he could find. That day I ate a huge plate of platanos, rice, beans, chicken, and even empanadas. I think my friends mom even ate some Goat. On clean plates that still seemed gritty we ate this stuff- a huge difference from the super american food we had been eating on the cruise. We spent a little bit of time in the shops, buying souvenirs, etc... <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>a little tourism mixed with exploration. A nice balance. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Like I mentioned before, I am not a very good tourist. I can't go to a place and be content with a tame version of it. I want to get to know the history, the people, the culture. Even here in the states driving past towns I always want to stop. I want to see what their city hall looks like, where people go for drinks after work- for me, the best perspective is street level. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I want so much more out of Tanzania- I want to know more, I want to make friends in Arusha- I want to be savvy with geography (uh, yes 36 km west of the highway you will find a pile of sand that moves etc, etc). With time its like my brain wants to cheapen the experience- like 'you dont really miss it anyway, you're just a tourist'- but no matter how cheap I try to make it, I can't deny that Tanzania and Africa are now a big part of me. I think that happens when you travel. These places really do become a part of you, as cliche as it sounds. The relationship is formed as soon as your eyes meet the land- as soon as your lungs breath the air and your feet hit the ground. man, I really do miss it- I am just thinking about the second I walked out of that plane- waiting to get down the steps and touch the ground. Uh- Maze- Ing. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>okay I have gone wayyy off topic. Tonight I am going to hang out in the mixed media room and play with my new crayons (yay!!!). I might finish this post later because I do have more to say, but for now I should get moving. </div><div>Did I mention in the beginning that I had just taken the best nap of my life? sprawled out on the couch I slept from 4 to 7:30. What. a. week. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-1124992017864282214?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-71215029954459720172009-09-09T23:59:00.001-04:002009-09-09T23:59:25.716-04:00from the United States of Awesome<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-7121502995445972017?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-16935015258813200882009-09-08T01:02:00.004-04:002009-09-10T02:01:45.050-04:00WTF<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">is happening to my Alma Mater?</div><div><br /></div><div>I just spent the last 2 hours of my life- time that would have been better spent sleeping or working on ACTUAL spanish berbs- thinking about the mess that is going on at Mount Vernon Academy. I feel like I should be there, like some great injustice is taking place that I will NOT stand for! hahaha... alas, I am here at Andrews University persuing degrees in English and Photography. All I have is my laptop.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am not one of these great influential alumni who has made some huge achievement and enough cash to build an art building for the school (I totally would... with REAL darkrooms too!) but I think us broke-ass college students living off ramen and praying that they have enough gas to get them to work have a say in this as well. Now I gave the four most mediocre years of my life to Mount Vernon Academy. Sure, whatever I gave back to the school was mediocrity in its finest, but what I took with me changed the course of my life forever. </div><div>Now, It wasn't the awesome coach busses that took me to all sorts of churches in Ohio ever weekend (although those were amazing times!) that got me through those years. It wasn't learning about cytoplasm and mitosis and all that stuff that I am pretty sure I dont remember that made those years so monumental. It was my teachers. Oh, you teachers and your corny jokes and lame (but surprisingly effective) anecdotes! We sure dont appreciate them while we're there, but later at the lowest moment of your life it will come back to you. </div><div>A story Mrs. C told in Intro to Chem.... Realistic advice from Mr. B in Campus Family.... Just the simple act of prayer from Mr. Soper in 'World Religions'- That was the stuff. The good stuff. Dedicated and passionate teachers. Now that they are trying to toss one of them I really just dont know what to say except WTF. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>After the crap they tried to pull with my Brother last year? and now this? </div><div>I feel like there is something bad happening back there.It's sad but true that it is never going to be the same. It will never live up to the standards that it once held. It is going to fall into a black hole... Another monument to happier days just gone. I'm not exactly sure what is going on there but I have gathered a small bit of information and from what I know its not good.</div><div>I pray that God will make things right again. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-1693501525881320088?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-26187687497163106082009-09-06T01:11:00.001-04:002009-09-06T01:17:01.441-04:00<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"><b>Purpose</b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">Mount Vernon Academy is a community of Christians who </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">have joined together for the purpose of academic progress, </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">personal development and spiritual growth. Our institution is </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">dedicated to producing graduates who reflect the character </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">of Christ and dedicate their lives to selfless service in their </p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial">communities.<span style="font: 12.0px Helvetica"><b> </b></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, fantasy;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, -webkit-fantasy;"><b><br /></b></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, -webkit-fantasy;"><b><br /></b></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-2618768749716310608?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-68427552836818391612009-09-04T15:42:00.006-04:002009-09-05T16:55:22.288-04:00plans<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/SqFxETfOUrI/AAAAAAAAAyY/6Z5k91HnORk/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/SqFxETfOUrI/AAAAAAAAAyY/6Z5k91HnORk/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377703748821734066" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I live to make plans. Not that they work out for me very often but I need something to look foreword to. One thing that got me through last winter was knowing that in May I would be spending a few weeks in Tanzania. I miss that place so much... I was in Don May's office yesterday for a little bit and I saw all the books and some pictures he had recently put up. I mean the guy has this giant print of a lion in there. Its pretty amazing. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Anyways I got kind of sad. I am not sure exactly why, but Tanzania seems to have made a major impression on many people in the group. I want to go back so bad and I think it is totally worth staying here for another year. I could have easily gone to Mexico, California, or even Costa Rica, but Tanzania is where I want to be. I am not going to rule out Spain or another spanish-speaking country though. 2010 is the year for me to go, and if Africa doesn't work out then I will have to accept that and move on with my plans. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This year I had been hoping to go to Austria and Germany for a ski trip (right before Christmas) but I dont think I will be able to afford it especially if I am trying to go to Jordan in May. That trip is going to be about $6,000 and this time I wont have all the financial aid that enabled me to go to Tanzania. I am really hoping that this trip works out though. It is probably the closest thing to Saudi Arabia that I am going to get right now (heh.. wouldn't really be a good idea to take a study tour to Saudi...) and I guess they are planning to spend a few days in Israel. Its gonna be so gangsta. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I came to Andrews because of programs like these. I am not sure if Jordan could possible top Tanzania, but we'll see.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">okay well that was a random post... time to throw some clothes in the wash and take a nice long nap before our bible study tonight. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">**update**</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">just read this while going through Steve McCurry's </span></span><a href="http://stevemccurry.wordpress.com/2009/05/20/becoming-a-photographer/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">old blog posts</span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">:</span></span></div><blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"When people ask me how they can become a photographer, I almost never mention cameras, lenses, or technique. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I say, ‘If you want to be a photographer, first leave home.’ As Paul Theroux, a great writer and friend, further advises, “Go as far as you can. Become a stranger in a strange land. Acquire humility. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(176, 176, 176); font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Leaving home really means that the photographer (or writer) has to wander, observe, and to paraphrase Theroux, concentrate on people in </span></span></span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">their</span></span></span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> landscape. That is what I try to achieve in my pictures."</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div></blockquote><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, Arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(176, 176, 176); font-family:Verdana, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-6842755283681839161?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-31903369597779335432009-09-02T19:25:00.001-04:002009-09-02T19:26:39.579-04:00suphomedogs! I have been shooting this evening and the light out there is quite awesome. bold Color is the theme today, hopefully my red boot will suffice. Weekend plans?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-3190336959777933543?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-56976916542527376442009-09-02T10:41:00.003-04:002009-09-02T11:09:48.551-04:00STEVE MCCURRY HAS A BLOG<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/Sp6HCSizvWI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Jp3uNBdN8WA/s1600-h/1517249091_f429235a70.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/Sp6HCSizvWI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Jp3uNBdN8WA/s400/1517249091_f429235a70.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376883478534274402" /></a><br />That's right, a blog. <a href="http://stevemccurry.wordpress.com/">on Wordpress</a>. How Gansta is that? <div>anyone who knows me (actually anyone who has read any of the essays that I turn into photo classes) knows that Steve McCurry is basically my favorite photographer. I mean I dont like to have favorites though because its not like I have seen EVERY photographer's work. Like how do I know if Mexican food is my favorite? I have never eaten at every resturaunt in the world. How do I know that the greatest falafel ever made isn't waiting for me in Jordan? do they eat falafel in Jordan? oh I forgot to announce that. I'M GOING TO JORDAN THIS SUMMER!!!! sure it is going to be hard getting the money for it, but I am determined. The biggest mistake my dad ever made was letting me go to Tanzania, because now that I have gone and done the study tour thing, I dont ever want to stop. I am thinking that from Jordan I can fly to Dar Es Salaam or Arusha in Tanzania so my ticket wont be so expensive. Of course that means that my year as an SM will begin in the summer but I would actually love for that to happen. </div><div>but I digress. </div><div>Steve McCurry has a blog that I managed to spend a good amount of time reading last night. His stories make me sooo excited about photography. I would kill to be able to attend one of his workshops.. or even just to sit down with him for a little bit and talk about documentary photography. There is so much about it that I dont know but that seems to be the only way for me to go. Commercial Photography is cool and all but it feels empty to me. It would be amazing to be able to call myself a 'fashion photographer' but i dont know... I dont like that kind of control of the image. I might rearrange a few things, but to orchestrate the whole thing? I suppose it is a little like painting... but I am interested in people and the story behind the face. I am interested in history, how every second is becoming history. </div><div>whatever am I talking about? I dont know, but I have a mixed media assignment calling my name. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh! but yeah, STEVE MCCURRY HAS A BLOG! and every time I read something I just want to run out with my camera and start shooting. I am glad that I have something to be passionate about. </div><div><br /></div><div>scattered thoughts and ramblings, thats all this blog is =)</div><div><br /></div><div>-b</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-5697691654252737644?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-72335963078529243422009-09-02T02:06:00.002-04:002009-09-02T02:16:32.884-04:00"Frankly My Dear, I Dont Give a Damn"ummm... wtf, Rhett Butler? <div>So many things I hate about Gone With the Wind (which I have just finished watching... took like half a day...) but there are also so many things I loved about it. For a movie made in 1939 it was pretty amazing. great acting- especially Vivian Leigh. Did you know she was born in India? That's pretty random... well no.. she was probably born when the British were 'all up in there' so I guess that would make sense. Anyways I liked the movie- thought it was stupid how many people died in it (and geez it is long! 2 sided DVD!)</div><div>you know I almost stopped watching it at the part where she is like 'As God as my witness, I will never go hungry again!!!!!' because it seemed like the end but then it cut to 'intermission' music and then the DVD was over. good thing I thought to flip the disc because otherwise I would be very disappointed and confused. </div><div>well finally going to sleep. </div><div>oh- tonight when I was leaving Andrews I had to go through the Campus Safety gate where I was greeted by this girl who I have had many classes (and conversations) with. She said to me 'Hi! Are you a student here?' yeah, she said it so cheerfully too. </div><div>'um.. yes?'</div><div>'Ok well just to let you know, later this week CS is going to start giving tickets if you dont have your car registered. Just stop by as soon as possible to register your car and get your decal. Its better than a $40 ticket and its free so...'</div><div>umm, wtf Lady you know very well that I am not a new student, and you were even the one who gave me last years sticker.</div><div>ok... for real now... goodnight. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-7233596307852924342?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-72296148760842770932009-08-31T20:43:00.006-04:002009-08-31T21:39:02.969-04:00The Tree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/Spx3Y5eFvmI/AAAAAAAAAyI/IMONhv9Iwjg/s1600-h/206952474_ed863550ec.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8DC_Ad8ZXes/Spx3Y5eFvmI/AAAAAAAAAyI/IMONhv9Iwjg/s400/206952474_ed863550ec.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376303324801121890" /></a><br /><br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>It was Noon. I hadn't seen him in a while, so we went outside to talk. It was like any other fall day in Ohio. Not much had changed in my old neighborhood... except that his couch was outside. They were probably putting it out for large pickup or something. I sat on the asphalt that divided our yards while he stretched lazily across the couch. We were just chatting, but we both knew that they would be coming soon. My house was empty- I knew that for sure. My little brother and his sister were on the edge of the woods playing with some branches. They knew that they would soon be running too. In the grass were two hand guns- a silver one and a plastic black one. The black one was empty but the silver one was ready to go. I looked up into the field and saw them. They were walking across the field towards us... fast. "They're here" I calmly told him. "Run". He immediately got up and jogged to the others. They soon disappeared into the woods. Now it was just me and my dog... and they were still coming fast. I picked up the silver gun, only wanting to intimidate. It was still noon. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Few words were exchanged when the three men arrived on my street. "Get out of here!" I said to them as defiantly a young girl could say to three grown men. The one in the middle just snickered. The one on the right suddenly darted around me and grabbed the black gun and shot at me. Oops. loaded. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Bullets flew around me but I knew I wouldn't get hurt. I held up the silver gun with both hands and I aimed best as I could. I was, after all, a very unexperienced shooter. I stood with my feet shoulder length apart. I squeezed the trigger, holding my ground. The two that had yet to reveal their weapons just ran into my house and began tearing it apart looking for something. Despite my poor aim I managed to hit the one with the black gun in the leg. It was enough to get him to stop shooting, and he began to head toward my front door, seeking refuge in my home. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I took the opportunity to race for the woods. I ran in my moccasins through the trails I still know well, with my ferocious and faithful Blanca on my heels. I could soon hear the men behind me. Like Pocahontas (heh) I raced for the meeting place. I was running fast. I soon caught up with the rest of the group. It was not long after Noon at this time. The trees were beginning to thicken now. They became taller and much older than the trees closer to the house. Soon it grew dark. We were getting closer. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Our pace grew less frantic as we neared the clearing. Safety was not far ahead. Suddenly, There it was... the great Baobab tree. Hard to ignore but easily missed by those not looking for it. Suspended between two 'realms' the tree was a well-kept secret. It had been placed long ago, hidden by the sky and the old, deep forest. The top of the tree was not visibile. Looking up above the ring we could only see the deep blue and purple sky dotted with bright stars. The bottom half of the tree, the roots, were long and thick. Each root was about 300 feet long and about as thick as a dinner plate. They hung like a willow tree. Keep in mind, this is not a normal tree. It was suspended in mid air. I know it is difficult to imagine that but bear with me. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Like parts of a rope each root was grouped with others. there were about seven ropes made up of 12-15 roots. They were not twisted together but flinging around wildly. The tree seemed aware of our presence and became more animated as if urging us to hurry. The others went before me. They approached the roots and the tree became calm. I didn't see what happened next. I was trying to find a root for myself... but soon they were all gone and once again I was left alone only with my trusty dog. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I jumped on a root and began swinging. But wait! Blanca! She can't climb this tree! I jumped off and picked up my best friend. I frantically racked my brain for ideas and then decided to settle her in my backpack. She poked her head and paws out of the top and gave me a look of determination. It would seem uncomfortable for a dog to be in a backpack, but there was no other way. She wanted me to know that she could handle it. I swung the bag onto my back and grabbed another root. </div><div> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Terrier in tow, I climbed up about ten feet and the root began to swing. After a few swings I was high enough and the time was right to let go and jump into the unknown. I flung up into the center of the tree- Into the dark sky, into the stars, and into the other realm.</div><div>And then I woke up. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-7229614876084277093?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-78449726742383542072009-08-31T20:39:00.002-04:002009-08-31T22:52:00.783-04:00baha<object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/gsoH3CTNq4xbMyYZN5J5zA/481/552"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/gsoH3CTNq4xbMyYZN5J5zA/481/552" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object><br />Puppies Dressed as Cats (hahaha)<br /><object width="512" height="296"><param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/OZY-bARrbrGMMIqGEqQlXQ"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/OZY-bARrbrGMMIqGEqQlXQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="512" height="296"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-7844972674238354207?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-35074846098902328022009-08-31T01:35:00.005-04:002009-08-31T02:13:25.587-04:00A Few of My Favorite Directors...1. Quentin Tarantino. He breaks rules. Why are there rules? what for? who says? Being a student of certain creative things, rules, techniques, things that dont seem so creative feel limiting, but by knowing these rules and techniques we will learn how to break them. how to develop our own styles and techniques. one of my favorite parts of pulp fiction:<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eIyiuj_zLI&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eIyiuj_zLI&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />And, of course, a clip from Inglorious Basterds, which I HIGHLY recommend... that is, if you are into strange, weird, FANTASTIC movies. The fun starts at around 1:30, after Tarantino gives an introduction.<br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cVBEtrZ2tg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4cVBEtrZ2tg&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />GO. SEE. THIS. MOVIE.<br /><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Tarantino is a master of suspense. The dialogue is amazing! I will be honest though, some people (ahem, heather davis) wouldn't like this movie much. It is not very romantic, and between action shots (which are short) are long periods of dialogue. For many impatient, lazy Americans (not saying you are lazy heather, I am just saying, you wont like it...) it is just too much. Tarantino is definitley aware of this fact, but remains true to his style and really just does not give a crap- inspiration for creative types like myself. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Colonel Hans Landa, played by Christoph Waltz is pretty amazing. It is not easy to deliver such heavy dialogue in a way that keeps people interested. Brad Pitt and even B.J. Novak from the office aren't so bad either, but 'Hans Landa' is the best character of the whole movie- IMO.<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This movie will make you sad (um... but not really cry...)- It will make you laugh at the most random moments- It will confuse the mess out of you, make you nervous while Shoshanna Dreyfus as she is interrogated by the man who murdered her entire family.. oh and be prepared for subtitles. Tarantino isn't going to make it THAT easy for you! but most of all, it will make you think. If you are into that kinda thing (you know, thinking), go see this. If you would prefer a romantic comedy that will make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, go see The Time Traveler's Wife. No, I didn't see that, but I heard it was sappy. Not really into that kinda thing because, well, its been done. over and over again. (though I wont lie, I do have Gone With The Wind in my computer, just waiting for some time to watch it...)<div><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></span>Another wonderful thing about Tarantino? The Music. I mean seriously, where else are you going to hear David Bowie in a WWII movie? Its amazing how he can pull it all together. I love the western feel to a lot of his work too. Okay, a scene from Kill Bill- the first Tarantino movie </div><div><br /></div></div></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kRO-knCPl0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2kRO-knCPl0&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />I really think I was like 12 when I saw this movie. I thought it was pretty amazing and really is, I think, what launched me into the movie loving business. <div>Oh gosh, I am so tired. I need to sleep, I have to wake up in like 5 hours. WHY AM I STILL UP? clearly I am insane. Oh well. Well there is the Movie Director of the week. Awesome. </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-3507484609890232802?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-8449292545361076272009-08-31T00:31:00.002-04:002009-08-31T01:22:19.939-04:00On PocahontasMany people say that Aladdin is the best Disney movie. Others would say 'The Little Mermaid' or "Finding Nemo". Well I am here to tell you that they are wrong. VERY WRONG. I am here to tell you that Pocahontas, is in fact, the best Disney movie ever made. Well, Lion King comes very close, but we'll talk about that one later. Yes, it is true, Pocahontas is the best, and here is why. <div><br /></div><div><b>1. The 'spirituality' shown in Pocahontas kind of makes sense.</b></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Not like the Little Mermaid, where the only kind of spirituality is in the power of Triton and Ursula the Sea-Witch. And seriously? Mer-people? Talking fish?! WTF? Aladdin isn't much better. In ways it perpetuates the stereotypes of Islam and Shari'a, and also presents a negative view of middle-eastern culture (where they cut off your ear if they dont like your face, its barbaric, but hey, its home!) but also contradicts itself. I mean seriously, look at how Jasmine is dressed? The film is actually pretty insulting to the Muslim community. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The only weird thing about Pocahontas is the talking tree, which really isn't that far off. Kekata, the Shaman, is a decent representation of a Native American community's spiritual guide in pre-colonial times. Grandmother Willow, Pocahontas' Spiritual Guide, is a representation of the connection of nature and the Native-American culture. Aimed towards children, Disney uses the simplest form of spiritual illustration and representation possible so that kids could have some kind of understanding of the culture of the time. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>2. John Smith</b></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Um, yeah. TOTAL BABE. But I am not going to lie, I would list the disney men like this:</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>1. John Smith</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>2. Prince Eric</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>3. Aladdin</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>4. Beast (after becoming human)</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>5. Prince Phillip (Sleeping Beauty)</div><div><br /></div><div><b>3. The Animals DONT talk. </b></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Granted, they dont talk in Aladdin either, but I grew up with the notion that tigers are friendly animals that will give you a lift over your father's walls when you want to run away in the middle of the night. I also thought that throwing biscuits out your bedroom window in the middle of the night would attract friendly raccoons. They came, alright, but whether or not they were friendly, I dont know. They ran away when I went outside to catch them. </div><div><br /></div><div><b>4. Pocahontas addresses many social issues</b></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Yes, Aladdin does too, but lets face it. Aladdin was a criminal. He stole a bunch of stuff. He lied to people. What are we teaching our kids? that it is okay to lie when you have some magic lamp? Pocahontas never lied about who she was. She defended her culture from a pompous (albeit super hot) englishman. I have tried that before and I will have you know that it is not as easy as it seems, standing up to a condescending englishman... (with, um, an American accent). </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Not only does she defend her culture, but she defends John Smith, who represents a country that is about to destroy her way of life. Although she knows things are going to change, she fights to save the english because she knows that a person is a person (no matter how small. hahaha, oh dr. seuss...) </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Pocahontas is one of the few Disney princesses who I would consider a feminist. Um, let me just tell you though. WHY IS POCAHONTAS VER FEATURED WITH THE DISNEY PRINCESSES? um, wtf?! she is actually a princess. I mean Belle is always featured and she was NEVER a princess! She just got with some prince. That does NOT constitute princess status. GIVE POCAHONTAS PRINCESS STATUS!</div><div><br /></div><div><b>5. Pocahontas is a minority. </b></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>um, where is the hispanic princess? where is the African princess? srsly, what is up with all the Europeans? We got Jasmine and Pocahontas. oh, and Mulan does NOT count. she is awesome, but not a princess.</div><div> </div><div>And there you have it. just 5 of the many reasons that Pocahontas is an awesome disney movie. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>and um, yeah, I am very aware that this is probably the most pointless posts I have ever written. I just had too much energy tonight, and nothing of consequence to say...</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-844929254536107627?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-5332165262484725912009-08-31T00:23:00.002-04:002009-08-31T00:30:23.038-04:00I'm Working On It...<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>I am, I am! I have just been so busy. my stupid 'xobriana.com' url is so useless, so this december it will be gone and I will be switching to something that isn't totally lame. I was going to use that to be blogging about the beauty industry and whatnot (when I was at ULTA) but these days its not so important anymore. True, the way you wear (or dont wear) your makeup, hair, etc reflects something that is going on inside and there is a deeper side to the industry that many people are quick to call 'shallow', but right now it is not something I want to get into. <div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>So what should I write about? Ideas? I need something other than 'myself' to talk about. I think I do it so much because it is easiest.. and see, there I go again, talking about myself. <a href="http://twitter.com/j_jacobs">Jerel</a> was right. I am so narcissistic. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-533216526248472591?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-55652114447708013212009-08-29T19:18:00.003-04:002009-08-29T19:33:42.196-04:00I need something to do tonight. Taco Bell?<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>so here I am sitting in my room. My hair is still wet from the random shower that I took this afternoon and I am in desperate need of some stimulation that does not involve a computer screen. Going to the movies is pretty much one of the very few things to do here in BS and I really don't feel like doing that. I want to run around in the woods, in the field, with good friends. I want to stay out late into the night until all that there is left to do is lay in the grass staring at the stars while sharing stupid but intimate childhood stories. I want to sit in the dark outside at Camp Mohaven with Marie, Tim, Matt, and Julia. But Marie is in Washington. I don't even remember Tim's last name. Matt probably wouldn't even remember me, and of course, Julia....<div>let me just NOT put myself in that place tonight.<br /><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> </span>So, what shall I do tonight? Who should I call? It is already 7:30. Maybe I should go shooting before the sun goes down? I probably should have thought of that sooner. The light will be gone soon...</div><div>but.. its not gone yet, and hey, there is still golden hour after all... </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-5565211444770801321?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-24929000785366707522009-08-29T07:43:00.006-04:002009-08-31T01:34:43.686-04:00update on my life<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">For the last two years recording my life had been reduced to blog entries and photography. Not that that is bad or anything, but for some reason I didn't keep an actual journal. I had journals but maybe I was afraid of what I would write if I was certain that no one else would read it. Blogging was easier because there was always that chance- well i was almost always certain that someone was going to read it. My distress was thinly veiled... I wrote lots of random stuff but I remember well how I really felt at the time... so Imagine how upset I was when I accidentally deleted all of my posts. I lost my thoughts... the history of the last couple of years of my life. There are still the photographs though, which speak volumes. I can look at those and find different meanings for them each time. Things I didn't even know I was saying... but still, the words would have been nice to look back on. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">But... maybe I was meant to accidentally delete those entries. Maybe I am not meant to look back?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, fantasy;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">For some reason I have been thinking of the story of Lot's wife lately. I am not really sure what brought it up but now I think I understand. In Luke 17:32 to 33 Jesus says </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">"Remember Lot’s Wife. </span></span></span><span class="style05" style="margin-top: 1px; margin-right: 1px; margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 1px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">If you cling to your life, you will lose it, if you let your life go, you will save it."</span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">If I were to dwell on the past- on what seemed like the lowest point of my life so far, what would happen to me? Would I get sucked into the old way of thinking again?</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">I dont want to over-do it now. I dont want to turn into a cliche. To sum it all up, God answers prayer. Even at my lowest and weakest point, somehow he heard me. I dont want to think about what would have happened to me if I hadn't clung to the little hope that I had. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Welllll that is enough for now. Happy Sabbath to you, faithful readers (uh, soogie and alia lol). This morning I am doing my best to stay under the radar. Yes, God has been infinitely good to me and yet I am still too lazy to get out of bed on Sabbath morning, get all dressed up, and go to church. I plan to go around 11:30. most of the stuff before that is all fluff- you know, that girl gets up and does earnest prayer number 4- you know the one, where she sounds so desperate as she says 'And Lord, you know our hearts!'. After earnest prayer number 4, that girl leads out in some inspirational praise music, which I would find inspirational if I didn't feel like I was watching some kind of play. Some parts of church are just not real to me. For some people, each desperate look to the PMC ceiling... every squeeze of the eyes is a carefully planned action.. all a part of the show. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">Pastor Nelson, though? he is all real, and that is what I like the most about PMC. His sermons are not made to be these big, emotionally-based things that bring you to turn your life around instantly. They are seeds planted in our minds so that over time, they all grow together to form a sturdy vine that we can hold on to when times get rough. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">So that is why instead of taking a shower right now I am going back to sleep.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;">what a random post, lol. </span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-2492900078536670752?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-52295367322804869512009-08-16T01:26:00.004-04:002009-08-31T22:50:27.751-04:00Everything is Illuminated<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahx4q58PBVE&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ahx4q58PBVE&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-5229536732280486951?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-55980639612631761762009-08-14T15:08:00.002-04:002009-08-14T15:12:52.071-04:00A Few of My Favorite Things<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><div>A few shots from Tanzania. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bburke7/3753466781/" title="Learning Swahili by briana.aurora, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2598/3753466781_e368b2bb9e.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Learning Swahili" /></a></span></div><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bburke7/3766728623/" title="Daudi by briana.aurora, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2502/3766728623_df3c68f1d8.jpg" width="500" height="320" alt="Daudi" /></a></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', fantasy;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bburke7/3766677815/" title="Daudi by briana.aurora, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2563/3766677815_872685b36b.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Daudi" /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bburke7/3754264316/" title="Amateur by briana.aurora, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2525/3754264316_3125000a3e.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="Amateur " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', -webkit-fantasy;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bburke7/3588102057/" title="The Elephant by briana.aurora, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3338/3588102057_7da35ff400.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="The Elephant" /></a></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-5598063961263176176?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-89078245294179304302009-08-08T09:24:00.001-04:002009-08-08T09:35:16.907-04:00Updatesoo it has taken a looong time but I finally got a new charger for my laptop (that works!).<div>Today I embark on this journey to the North. I am leaving Charleston in the next hour and making my way towards Berrien Springs. Tonight I am heading to an Emery concert with Courtney and then tomorrow I will be probably heading towards the Columbus/Mount Vernon area. No solid plans yet, I am sort of wingin' it. My Aunt is at a Pathfinder camporee all week so I wont be able to get into the house until Sunday- which is cool- I can handle floating around for a bit. So yeah... that is kind of the plan. Hopefully I will be able to find a job near school before all the freshman get on campus. Because of all this 'traveling' I probably wont be able to get this site up until some time next week- but I am definitely going to do it. Until then, let me link you all to my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/bburke7/">flickr</a>, <a href="http://www.facebook.com/briana.aurora">facebook</a>, and <a href="http://twitter.com/briana_aurora">twitter</a>. <div>cheers!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">oh.. and </span></b><a href="http://www.brickfish.com/Pages/PhotosAlbums/PhotoView.aspx?qsi=17048252"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">VOTE</span></b></a><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"> for my brickfish entry! tell your friends!</span></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-8907824529417930430?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6322518768425424205.post-85309259959885904722009-07-28T22:39:00.000-04:002009-08-01T16:43:35.354-04:00In Progress (I guess...)!!!!<div> I totally just deleted this blog. I was trying to delete the other two that I never use. oh geez. this really sucks. guess I will just be starting alll over again :/<div>but seriously how long have I been blogging at berbs? over a year- this is the closest thing I have to a journal! this sucks.. but yeah, I guess I will use this as an opportunity to, eh, start over =)</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6322518768425424205-8530925995988590472?l=brianana502.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>briana burkenoreply@blogger.com0