tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38504076823188028852024-03-13T11:49:12.568-05:00BritBits: The Sometimes Comical Happenings of My LifeKeeping people informed in a very informal way.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-50123701943190429362012-07-08T15:17:00.000-05:002012-07-08T15:17:07.155-05:00Doggy Time OutAre you aware that dogs do not understand the concept of time out? Are you aware that if you attempt to put one dog in time out the other will ultimately prance to the rescue, freeing the smaller dog from the claustrophobic confines of a... doggy bed.<br />
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[no picture, I can not draw dogs. At all.]<br />
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Are you aware that one of my closest, best friends has been living in Malawi? If you were not aware of this fact, the following statement will prove to be less than celebratory for you. Alyssa came home from Malawi for a visit! Seeing her has been super fantastic and her stories are only completely amazing. She's taught me how to say "joyful sweet potato" in Chichewa. Unfortunately, in the twelve hours since she taught me that phrase, I've forgotten it; she'll have to tell me again. She also has super awesome custom pants made for her which cost roughly $10. I can't remember how much kwacha that is, but I'd pay $10 for those awesome pants.<br />
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[I tried to draw the pants. It didn't work.]B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-69353731373744399252011-07-13T01:07:00.002-05:002011-07-13T01:42:09.149-05:00Whirring of a fan...You know that moment when you realize you are completely alone, the moment you don't know whether to cherish or feel immensely saddened by? It is the moment where you contemplate alleviating your singularity, calling upon a familiar face for company and comfort, but for whatever reason, decide to remain in solitariness. These are the moments I now regularly find myself in, these moments that leave me both disheartened and grateful.<br /><br />It is within these dejected moments that I realize that I have no one but my inner self to converse with, that I am lacking what was once an overabundance of socialization. However, I find that once I move past such trivial thoughts as whether to run the dishwasher or the washing machine first, I can sufficiently address issues I've had with myself. These moments are the lone instances where I can be myself in its truest form, and while many of my self-conversations are serious and morose, I thoroughly enjoy the revelation process.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-37938077373402149632011-06-11T00:25:00.002-05:002011-06-11T00:41:14.250-05:00New Hair Color<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEjYSL1yYaQ/TfL_usm4PzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QU2i98FqQ3Y/s1600/newhair.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEjYSL1yYaQ/TfL_usm4PzI/AAAAAAAAAEI/QU2i98FqQ3Y/s400/newhair.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616832862997724978" border="0" /></a><br />This is exciting, is it not? The background is grey because that is the color of my walls in my apartment.<br /><br />I'm too tired to fully commit to an entry tonight, so this is what you get. Hey, at least it has a picture, right?B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-28737973248876643702011-05-22T23:26:00.002-05:002011-05-22T23:40:52.077-05:00Pictures to be PrintedWell, yes, it has been quite some time since I last published an entry. And now that I think about it, I can not believe it has been so long since my last entry, let alone the fact that this blog has existed for roughly a year, give or take a week or so. This year has certainly been one of changes, big and small. Changes that have not only altered how I operate, but who I am as a person. Fortunately for those that might read this, I will not create a chronological list of momentous events that have occurred. No, for you can simply click 'older posts' for those, if you so choose to revisit them.<br /><br />I will say though, this summer is mighty different from last. I am not spending my time at home in Ocean Springs, which makes my heart sad. I am living in my apartment and taking real go-to-class classes (starting in June, which is about a week and a half away.) No more on-line feverish paper-writing to fill my afternoons while I sit in front of a television playing reruns of shows on ABC Family. I don't have the joy of sitting with my dad watching John Cena on Monday nights and I don't have the pleasure of helping my mom make new dinners. Alas, this will be a summer of growing, something that is quite inevitable.<br /><br />Forgoing the random transition sentence, my sister is graduating from high school this week. Oh, how that does make me feel old. And by old, I mean terrified that I am actually an adult with responsibilities and grown-up decisions. Oh, how life changes.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-77998100962868179552011-03-16T21:28:00.005-05:002011-03-16T22:15:28.431-05:00Spring Break 2011So, many of my friends have constructed elaborate spring break plans as a way to occupy the free week. I, on the other hand, chose the opposite path, the path of relaxation. Many might argue, "But Brittany, I am not at school, not doing work, and I am, more or less, in the state of Florida. Doesn't that mean I am relaxed?"<br /><br />No my friends, that just means you spent much of your time planning, organizing, and driving all sorts of distances. While it is definitely fun, constantly having to keep up with a group of people and compromising on how long I can be at place A before I have to get to place T (with all the other letters in between) is not my definition of true relaxation, nor was it on my agenda this year.<br /><br />This is how I have spent my break, thus far:<br /><br /><p><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOiudr0ljWw/TYF7xfyILuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rOG42RPIETI/s1600/officemarathon.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584881103191682786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QOiudr0ljWw/TYF7xfyILuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/rOG42RPIETI/s400/officemarathon.png" /></a></p><p>It has been more than amazing. Thank you parents for subscribing to Netflix. I've also watched movies and whatnot. I've also eaten yummy food and yes, I've done some homework. Oh yes, and I've played an awful lot with my pup pups. =]</p><p></p><p>Enjoy your time. </p>B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-45942582992936714132011-03-12T17:25:00.003-06:002011-03-12T17:33:14.695-06:00I keep my promises.I told Joe Kelly a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">looooooooooooong</span> time ago that I would update my blog and include him in it. He seemed super excited about it. Well, I have sorta-kinda had ample time to update said blog; however, I have refrained for reasons I don't really have. So, since I am enjoying my first full day of spring break, I decided to draw a picture of Joe and me. Notice, we both look extremely happy to be in each other's company. (He's actually really, really happy to be hanging out with me, and I'm really, really happy that he's that excited to be my friend.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lG345LFcqco/TXwCMF2zLYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WrECppOae4w/s1600/joekelly.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583340044786281858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lG345LFcqco/TXwCMF2zLYI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WrECppOae4w/s400/joekelly.png" /></a></p><p>Joe is at the beach for spring break, so I am unsure as to when he will see this. Granted he does have an intelligent phone, so it could be moments after this posts.<br /></p>B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-42997790684583312182010-12-31T18:18:00.002-06:002010-12-31T18:19:02.848-06:00Here:Enjoy yourself. <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TR5y16-vnmI/AAAAAAAAADo/RrNxB6276PM/s1600/newyearseve2010.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557005260912828002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TR5y16-vnmI/AAAAAAAAADo/RrNxB6276PM/s400/newyearseve2010.png" /></a> <div></div>B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-44933113036701155872010-12-30T01:43:00.002-06:002010-12-30T02:40:19.591-06:00If Rhianna was standing in the middle of the road...My hair has been cut. It not only looks cute, but also healthy, which is very important.<br /><br />In other, probably more interesting news, Katy and I will be the only ones home for New Year's Eve. We will be going to see the Molly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ringwalds</span> at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">IP</span>. We'll see how that turns out; both of us are convinced that we will be surrounded by the elderly, which could be insanely entertaining.<br /><br />My heart hurts a little that I can not be in Jacksonville for the bowl game, but I suppose there's a reason for that. Because I am not going, Ryan gets to participate in possibly his last big "guys trip" seeing as they're all grown up and getting big-boy jobs, and graduating from grad school and undergrad. That's so scary, to know that life just kicks you out of your comfort zone and into a world that you've potentially only dabbled in. Granted, I've bought myself some more time, as far as big-girl jobs and life altering decisions in regards to my future career are concerned, but still, that time will sneak up on me and potentially give me the panic attack of my life. I suppose when you get to the point in your life where your future is in the hands of others (employers or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">whathaveyou</span>) its supposed to be stressful. Some people claim that some stress is good stress. I haven't quite bought into that argument in my short 21 1/2 years on this planet. Obviously, just because I dislike stress does not mean it will go away, nor does it mean that I can not adequately handle stressful situations, with great <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">finesse</span> I might add. (This is where I would insert a smiley face if I were to type this as a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span> status.)<br /><br />In other news... all of my friends are leaving or have left the country. Molly is currently studying in Jamaica and will be back in time to student teach in a couple weeks. Al is going to Japan over the summer and then plans to move to Europe to teach. And let's not forget Alyssa (<a href="http://www.alyinohio.blogspot.com/">www.alyinohio.blogspot.com</a>,) because she's definitely graduating in May and MOVING TO AFRICA for two years. The plans my dear friends have for their lives are somewhat overwhelming for me to comprehend. I've never had the desire to permanently move to another country, so I find it odd that I am now having to ask myself, "well, is that what I'm supposed to do too?" No, I do not feel myself being called so far away, nor do I want to be. But, it does have my life goals feeling somewhat insignificant. The goals of my friends are just so large, and mine, in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">comparison</span>, seem so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">minuscule</span>, or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">at least</span>, ordinary. I guess that's what happens when my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">bucket list</span> is mostly comprised of items such as "eat at a deli in NY City," which happens to be really high on my list. I am in no way fishing for reassurance or downplaying the excitement I have for my life's to-do list, because I know that I can <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">achieve</span> great personal rewards for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">achieving</span> my goals, no matter how small they may be.<br /><br />I just want to get to that new comfort zone. You know, the one you find once you've been pushed out of your old one.<br /><br />Also, I now have XM radio in my car so that I no longer have to listen to Rhianna. Thank you, Jesus. For real. She makes me so mad.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-29804197639002883662010-12-26T03:41:00.005-06:002010-12-26T04:29:01.906-06:00Many of my days have been like this...<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554924167391581922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TRcOGVebluI/AAAAAAAAADI/0sGydf9rEiI/s400/dreary.png" /><br /><br /><br /><p>dark and dreary, but with that one opening in the sky that gives me the glimpse of the sun, letting me know that God is there to help me through anything he puts before me.</p><br /><p>To say the past semester was an easy one would be false; however, the course work was not particularly demanding, if you do not count the last three weeks. I did, though, encounter many life experiences that proved to be difficult and hard to work through. And while, many days were in fact rainy and dreary, there were the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">metaphorical</span> days of dreariness that could only be appropriately illustrated with gray and lavender across a paint canvas. I find it most fitting when my days of disarray are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">parallel</span> to the weather, and quite frankly, God has proved to be a fantastic mind reader, all of my life, but this semester in particular.</p><br /><p>This is not to say I have not enjoyed many, many splendid moments, for those moments far outweigh the troubles I dealt with. </p><br /><br />Many looked like this:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554929041400917954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TRcSiCkz78I/AAAAAAAAADQ/EQGu95OXgSI/s400/bloons.png" /><br /><br /><br /><p>I like balloons, and I like my life. If anything, this past <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">semester</span> has been a reminder to cherish all that I have and to love all the people that make my life worth living with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reckless </span>abandon. </p><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TRcXxIEIVjI/AAAAAAAAADg/_A9tuQDtJkk/s1600/tay.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554934798130632242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TRcXxIEIVjI/AAAAAAAAADg/_A9tuQDtJkk/s400/tay.png" /> <p align="center"></a>♥Taylor Lyons 9/8/88 - 12/13/10<br /></p>B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-65808742360387251452010-12-15T16:52:00.002-06:002010-12-15T17:15:02.680-06:00This has happened:<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TQlL6wrF9CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LN-QDoKkaKg/s1600/gradcomic.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551051488580989986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TQlL6wrF9CI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LN-QDoKkaKg/s400/gradcomic.png" /></a><br /><div></div>B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-55682715029784718902010-12-02T16:02:00.001-06:002010-12-02T16:03:45.884-06:00What happened was...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TPgXrBandzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zQImjxIUq3M/s1600/kickjumpdance.bmp"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TPgXrBandzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/zQImjxIUq3M/s400/kickjumpdance.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546208968988653362" border="0" /></a><br /><br />...this.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-61615851305381015092010-12-01T11:08:00.002-06:002010-12-01T11:10:20.154-06:00If my mind could take the form of a picture...This is about as close to it as I can describe.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TPaBYVmD9AI/AAAAAAAAACs/N4tZ34hAgM4/s1600/dino.BMP"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TPaBYVmD9AI/AAAAAAAAACs/N4tZ34hAgM4/s400/dino.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545762246266975234" border="0" /></a>B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-84478326138562082122010-12-01T02:47:00.001-06:002010-12-01T02:48:57.000-06:00This is what duty was like on Monday...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TPYL6u5_rJI/AAAAAAAAACk/jhcv8M92gCk/s1600/insiderice.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545633094804941970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TPYL6u5_rJI/AAAAAAAAACk/jhcv8M92gCk/s400/insiderice.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-62539031099089202442010-11-29T12:31:00.000-06:002010-11-29T12:34:00.126-06:00Yay for me!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TPPx6rXSuzI/AAAAAAAAACc/pnsLrGb2mVk/s1600/paper.BMP"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TPPx6rXSuzI/AAAAAAAAACc/pnsLrGb2mVk/s400/paper.BMP" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545041556598340402" border="0" /></a>B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-32036612533677120942010-11-19T10:14:00.000-06:002010-11-19T10:16:12.329-06:00Woooo-freaking-hoooooHey hey hey... guess what! It's Friday!<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TOaiuuakObI/AAAAAAAAACU/DkkQAiij464/s1600/ballooon.bmp"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TOaiuuakObI/AAAAAAAAACU/DkkQAiij464/s400/ballooon.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541295315143113138" border="0" /></a>B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-63109837524261333392010-11-17T10:25:00.001-06:002010-11-17T10:26:42.696-06:00Do this!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TOQCLKqjOaI/AAAAAAAAACM/wasmcdhW7N0/s1600/ticket.bmp"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TOQCLKqjOaI/AAAAAAAAACM/wasmcdhW7N0/s400/ticket.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540555832437193122" border="0" /></a>Someone really needs to buy this ticket so that I can have moneys!B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-2435851957703029492010-11-16T10:30:00.001-06:002010-11-16T10:30:58.694-06:00Another...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TOKxqmsaK-I/AAAAAAAAACE/t7ub_4aaAR0/s1600/ihatemoney.bmp"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TOKxqmsaK-I/AAAAAAAAACE/t7ub_4aaAR0/s400/ihatemoney.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540185837118565346" border="0" /></a>BAHHHHHHHHH. I want to go home.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-84397650183654577052010-11-15T10:42:00.003-06:002010-11-15T10:44:41.939-06:00This is how I'm feeling...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TOFjHzA4kjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bu-GQT7ySHA/s1600/lifeishappening.bmp"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TOFjHzA4kjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bu-GQT7ySHA/s400/lifeishappening.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539818002246570546" border="0" /></a>Yeah... disco balls are not always appropriate.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-64955345729949447972010-10-28T02:05:00.004-05:002010-10-28T02:08:47.821-05:00M-A-R-M-A-R-B-OOO-OOOJust an update:<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TMkhBCeGrjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5dEn1iO-rsk/s1600/marmarboo1.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TMkhBCeGrjI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5dEn1iO-rsk/s400/marmarboo1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532989918928088626" border="0" /></a>Hilarity will ensue.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-72435275523236374302010-10-27T10:05:00.003-05:002010-10-27T10:45:21.329-05:00The "Don't Want To Do" list...Also known as the "To-Do" list, it is currently compiled of 22 stupid things that my life has dictated I complete in the next 2.5 days. Number 13 on my list is "die a little on the inside."<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TMhGW_xMvJI/AAAAAAAAABc/sIMTy9fq_qk/s1600/grenade.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TMhGW_xMvJI/AAAAAAAAABc/sIMTy9fq_qk/s320/grenade.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532749503113510034" border="0" /></a><br />The grenade is actually my to-do list in combustible form. I hope that I can get past the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">fiery</span> explosion inside of me because number 18 is "enjoy my life at some point."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TMhIwsFgKCI/AAAAAAAAABk/B_exdewXwAk/s1600/confetti.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g1wJRAvI8sA/TMhIwsFgKCI/AAAAAAAAABk/B_exdewXwAk/s320/confetti.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532752143529814050" border="0" /></a><br />Maybe I'll get there... maybe.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-89504902334035680942010-10-25T02:10:00.002-05:002010-10-25T02:32:10.981-05:00If only all things were as care-free as a motorized toilet...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Forewarning</span>: this may not be as comedic as you might like. I do know it has been many, many weeks since I last post something; however, this should not be seen as my comeback, for I am not on tour and do not currently own the rights to songs, lyrics, and or merchandise.<br /><br />Lately, I've become exceptionally good at doubting my ability to do things, and by things, I mean anything that isn't wasting my time on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">internet</span>. I suppose this has coincided with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">GRE</span> and my application to grad school. Oh, and the fact that my terrified self will be walking across a stage in the Hump in 46 days.<br /><br />Am I nervous? No.<br /><br />Am I excited? Please define excitement.<br /><br />Do I want to grow up? Do I need to answer this?<br /><br />It isn't that I am completely against growing up either; it is that super awkward transition time that everyone has to go through that I am against. I want to bypass that. Let's jump to age 25, with me living comfortably, or at least more comfortable than a poor college student. I also lie to people every day. I tell them that I am not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ok</span> with being solely responsible for myself for the rest of my life. This isn't really true. I have no problem with being responsible for myself; I think I do a pretty good job of that right now. I have a problem with not having the rest of my life planned out on top of being responsible. (They really should make a 50000+ month calender, complete with every day you'll ever live!)<br /><br />Obviously, that is part of life. Also, I think I'm doing pretty well, knowing that I can't change the unknown. I could be completely insane and be under the impression that life must be planned at all times of every day, but that's irresponsible to think like that. I'm also lazy. That takes too much work, work that could be devoted to watching mindless reality <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tv</span> or sleeping. I like both.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-76960887552385972802010-10-01T10:19:00.002-05:002010-10-01T10:21:42.331-05:00I sit in class with this man every Monday-Wednesday-Fridaywww2.msstate.edu/~kauai<br /><br />Just take a look around there...<br /><br />In other news, I will have pies thrown at my face this afternoon.<br /><br />I've completed my application for graduation. That's terrifying!<br /><br />I'm working on my application for grad school... that's even crazier.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-9535345924697855072010-08-31T08:50:00.003-05:002010-08-31T09:01:39.939-05:00I've got a hundred million dollar friends...Is it sad that I had more interesting things to speak of when I wasn't submerged in school work and a job? Well, I lied. I was constantly submerged in school work for the monthes of June and July, but not in the same respect as now, I suppose anyways.<br /><br />I guess what is really sad is the fact that I dread Tuesdays and Thursdays even though I only attend one class.<br /><br />Random Fact: I still believe On and On is Jack Johnson's best album. It's probably my favorite album I own.<br /><br />I have a bunch of sarcastic cartoons that I plan on posting. They all pertain to the "infinite amount of wisdom" I'm learning in Marriage and Family. Who knows, perhaps I'll be the next web sensation...not.<br /><br />Oh, and for those wondering... my dad never gave me that quarter.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-29721305324896498912010-08-29T16:33:00.002-05:002010-08-29T16:48:50.272-05:00Death by deck? A definite possibility.Last night, I attended an event that one person once said, "is something you must experience in your life." Well, I've <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">experienced</span> it. I went to the Garden Party last night. I feel that in order for anyone to understand, I must describe the location and events that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">occurred</span> there.<br /><br />We drove up to the house on 182 and saw that cars were haphazardly parked everywhere. I decided it best to park down the highway at some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wood works</span> store. We walk up to said house and pay some guy five dollars. The five dollars gets you a cup and entrance into what I can only describe as a sketch-fest. The inside of the house is covered in spray-painted atrociousness. Once you walk through the house, you are immediately standing on what some might call the most unstable deck ever built. There were multiple times where I thought I might fall through the boards at any moment. You make your way down the terrifyingly unsteady stairs to the ground where you see a stage that consists of two giant neon straws from older Sonic establishments and some tarp. People are peeing everywhere and walking through some sketchy fence. Two friends went inside for food and came back with a goat and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cole</span> slaw sandwich. Apparently, they raised and killed the goat on property.<br /><br />A band called Blue Party played. They were surprisingly good. The majority of people at this party were hipsters, and it definitely showed in their dancing. Oh, if only I could describe the dancing... I suppose it is a cross between Lord of the Dance and what you would have seen at Woodstock.<br /><br /><br />While it was definitely entertaining in some aspects, I was completely terrified for at least 35% of the time. I don't think I'll ever go back.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3850407682318802885.post-49832576283085656272010-08-25T21:58:00.004-05:002010-08-25T22:07:52.427-05:00This is serious... I promise.I'm procrastinating. Big time. This whole write-a-paper-for-every-class-meeting-thing is not going over well in my mind. I probably shouldn't complain too much; I don't have to write a senior thesis before graduating, thank Jesus, but still... I find it to be overkill of the highest degree.<br /><br />In other news, I have been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">gradualizing</span> my transition into the grown-up world. Taking initiative, I signed up for the practice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">GRE</span>, how terrifying! I have more deadlines this semester than I ever could have imagined... please pray for me if that's how you roll.<br /><br />Today I talked to my family; it made me happy.B.Steerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00352552453396960622noreply@blogger.com0