"I do love knitting patterns."

In case you haven't heard, I will be on Spring Break in Palm Springs for the week.
You are free to picspam me on my birthday*, but you won't get your reply as quickly.
And comment my posts, even critique my poetry/songs. They will be greatly appreciated!
Have fun while I'm gone!
Shalom.
Love from,
Brittany
stewieismyhomeboy

* Which is April 3rd, by the way. The following guys I would love to be picspammed with:

William Beckett, from The Academy Is...

Jamie Campbell Bower

Michael Guy Chislett, from The Academy Is..., 1969, and Butch Walker and the Lets Go Out Tonites.

Jason Siska

Steven Strait

Michael Angarano

 

Martin Johnson, from Boys Like Girls

Josh Farro from Paramore

Sorry, I just needed to look at hot guys...

I know that precious William Beckett has cut the precious lion mane we've all come to know and love...

So William Beckett is temporarily de-throned as our Lion King. (However, he is still Lord William Beckett of Buzznet and FoE, right?)

So, let me start off by saying, if Bill wants to grow facial hair, I don't think it'd be that bad. As per TAITV Episode #8:

See girls, not so bad, huh?

And just to show you many others who have cut their famous manes...
Starting with William's precious bandmate: Adam T. "Sisky Biz" Siska:

And many mourned the death of the fro, and the death of the dead ferret...

And now to Edwin McCain, who you may know from a sad little song called "I'll Be", right?
He built a career of wedding songs and his hair. And then cut it off for two reasons:
1. His kids referred to him as "Ugly Mommy"
2. Locks of Love.

So, if William did cut it off and donated it all to "Locks of Love", I'm at least happy that someone with cancer has William's beastly mane...
Hopefully William did donate it to Locks of Love, cause if he didn't, that would be a waste of precious $$$* hair, that someone with cancer could've worn.

 

* I'm not exactly sure if William's hair is worth money, but it probably is, since it is William Beckett people!

DISCLAIMER: This is supposed to be humorous, so before you freak out and tell me that I'm shallow for only liking him for his looks, take a deep breath, and laugh a little. Repeat after me: Hahaha, lol. Thank you.

CAUTION: This is a rant, so I can't promise any spared feelings. I encourage debates and disagreements, I frown upon name-calling.

---

My town, is not very hip onto the new ways of life.
I have met a lot of homophobes (who can't debate over it).
And a lot of guys see girls as ditzy housewives whose purpose in life is to find a guy, marry him, mate, have his children, and stay home to take care of the kids.

I am not saying I hate housewives.
My mother, long before she had me, was actually a housewife with my older brother and sister in North Dakota. Three years after my sister, she got a divorce, moved out here, and had me.
Throughout my whole life, she's been working.
And all of my siblings and I are completely normal, despite we've been raised in entirely different enviroments.

Honestly, I've tried doing housework.
I failed.
I got bored.
All I had to do was stick dishes in the dishwasher, load some stuff in the laundry, and I was done.

I suck at cleaning.
I can cook no farther than Top Ramen.
I'm not beautiful.
I do have a way with kids, but I've been around kids all my life.

I could not be in my house for the rest of my life.
I am an adventure-seeker. I love being outdoors, in the forest, smelling the fresh air. When I am placed in a new enviroment, my first reaction is to explore my enviroment, walk around to see where everything is, go in places not allowed, whether alone, or with a friend.
I consider myself an intelligent, free-thinker. I always question things I find wrong. And if I don't understand something, I ASK QUESTIONS! I don't just try to pretend to understand and when I goof up, giggle and say "My bad!"
I am a unique person, like no other. Period.

Going back to Ashly's post about marriage and children, I would not marry a guy just to have sex with him.
As weird as this may sound, I would raise my children with a guy without being married.
I would marry someone, but because I believe I can spend an eternity with him.
And when I have kids, I will stay home with the child until I believe he/she is ready for day-care, and then I will go back to the working world as I was before children.

And while were on the discussion of Ashly's posts, I am no Disney Princess either!

An evil villain kidnaps me and locks me in a dungeon, I escape! Case closed.
I'm not waiting around for a guy, girl, anyone to come to my rescue.
I want out of the damn dungeon, so I'm getting the hell out of it!

Do not get me wrong, I love Disney movies.
I am just not a Cinderella.

So, please excuse the randomness of this rant. I'm just annoyed with my perception by guys. Just because I have a nice ass, doesn't mean I don't have a brain and guts to match it.

Shalom.

In one of my song dedications the song contains the "n-word", and when I posted the lyrics, the word was accidentally posted in there.
I am completely and entirely to everyone for such an awful word being put in my journal.
I did fix it, but a warning that when you click on the song, that word is in there.
Again, entirely sorry.
I will be watching out for that word in the near future.

Ever wonder what your friends are listening to while they're talking to you? Here, at each time, I will tell you what song I'm listening to.
Go check out these songs, because, since they are on my playlist, they're obviously good.

P.S., If you like this idea, and want to do one of your own, go straight ahead and take it from me. I would like to know what my friends listen to.

---

10:51 PM: "Ready, Aim, Misfire" by New Years Day (Album: My Dear)
10:55 PM: "Come Undone" by Vanessa Carlton (Album: Heroes & Thieves)
10:59 PM: "Dreams" by Diana DeGarmo (Album: Blue Skies
11:03 PM: "Where We Went Wrong" by The Hush Sound (Album: Like Vines)
11:07 PM: "A Dark Congregation" by The Hush Sound (Album: Like Vines)
11:10 PM: "Miracles Happen" by Myra (Album: The Princess Diaries Soundtrack)
11:15 PM: "Here We Go Again" by Paramore (Album: All We Know Is Falling)
11:19 PM: "Backstage" by The Donnas (Album: Freaky Friday Soundtrack)
11:22 PM: "Sweet Sacrifice" by Evanescence (Album: The Open Door)
11:24 PM: "Newport Living" by Cute Is What We Aim For (Album: The Same Old Blood Rush With A New Touch)
11:28 PM: "Detention: Sloppy Love Jingle Part 3" by Gym Class Heroes (Album: As Cruel As School Children)
11:30 PM: "Spring Street" by Vanessa Carlton (Album: Heroes & Thieves)
11:34 PM: "Someday My Prince Will Come" by Anastacia (Album: DisneyMania)
11:38 PM: "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More 'Touch Me'" by Fall Out Boy (Album: From Under The Cork Tree)
11:41 PM: "Hey Mean Mr. BossMan" from SpongeBob SquarePants (Album: SpongeBob SquarePants The Yellow Album)
11:41 PM: "Valli Nation" by Valli Girls (Album: Nickelodeon Kid's Choice Compilation)
11:45 PM: "The One" by Vanessa Carlton feat. Stevie Nicks (Album: Heroes & Thieves)
11:49 PM: "Hate (I Really Don't Like You)" by Plain White Ts (Album: Every Second Counts)
11:53 PM: "FanFare" from The Little Mermaid (Album: The Little Mermaid Soundtrack)
11:53 PM: "Indiana" by Meg & Dia (Album: Something Real)
11:56 PM: "'Tell That Mick He Just Made My List of Things To Do Today'" by Fall Out Boy (Album: Take This To Your Grave)
12:00 AM: "Honorable Mention" by Fall Out Boy (Album: Fall Out Boy's Evening Out With Your Girl)
12:03 AM: "Starts With One" by Shiny Toy Guns (Album: We Are Pilots)
12:07 AM: "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance (Album: The Black Parade)
12:10 AM: "Chop Chop" by The Academy Is... (Album: Santi)
12:13 AM: "Pleasure Ryland" by Cobra Starship (Album: Viva La Cobra!)
12:15 AM: "Williamsburg" by Armor For Sleep (Album: Smile For Them)
12:19 AM: "Take Me Away" by Christina Vidal (Album: Freaky Friday)
12:22 AM: "Silver Lining" by Rilo Kiley (Album: Under The Blacklight)
12:26 AM: "Poor Thing" from Sweeney Todd (Album: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Soundtrack)
12:29 AM: "SpongeBob & Patrick Confront The Physcic Wall Of Energy" by The Flaming Lips (Album: SpongeBob SquarePants Movie Soundtrack)
12:32 AM: "Les Poissons" from Little Mermaid (Album: The Little Mermaid Soundtrack)
12:34 AM: "Leave (Get Out)" by JoJo (Album: JoJo)
12:38 AM: "Stop" by Spice Girls (Album: Spice Girls Greatest Hits)
12:41 AM: "Down and Out" by The Academy Is... (Album: Almost Here)
12:45 AM: "The Striped Sweater Song" from SpongeBob SquarePants (Album: SpongeBob SquarePants The Yellow Album)
12:46 AM: "LAX to O'Hare" by The Academy Is... (Album: Santi)
12:50 AM: "Ain't Nuthin' But A She Thang" by Lil' J (Album: The Princess Diaries Soundtrack)
12:55 AM: "The Moneymaker" by Rilo Kiley (Album: Under the Blacklight)
12:58 AM: "Famous Last Words" by My Chemical Romance (Album: The Black Parade)
1:03 AM: "God, That's Good!" from Sweeney Todd (Album: Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street Soundtrack)
1:06 AM: "All We Know" by Paramore (Album: All We Know Is Falling)
1:09 AM: "Pretty in Punk" by Fall Out Boy (Album: Fall Out Boy's Evening Out With Your Girl)
1:12 AM: "Paint It Black" by Vanessa Carlton (Album: Be Not Nobody)
1:16 AM: "Nolita Fairytale" by Vanessa Carlton (Album: Heroes & Thieves)
1:19 AM: "What I Like About You" by Lillix (Album: 13 Going on 30 Soundtrack)
1:22 AM: "For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic" by Paramore (Album: RIOT!)
1:26 AM: "Homesick at Space Camp" by Fall Out Boy (Album: Take This To Your Grave)
1:29 AM: "My Dear" by New Years Day (Album: My Dear)
1:33 AM: "Franklin" by Paramore (Album: All We Know Is Falling)
1:36 AM: "The Great Escape" by Boys Like Girls (Album: Boys Like Girls)
1:40 AM: "Out Through The Curtain" by The Hush Sound (Album: Like Vines)

This story is a bit sexual, so if you're bothered by that, do not scroll down.

 

So, here's a funny, but true story for ya:

My friend, Taco, had this BioFreeze pain relieving gel.
Justin, another friend of mine, dared Taco to put it on his penis.
"Only if you will!" he said.
He agreed, and they went into the boys' bathroom, and put it on their penises.
They were screaming at the top of their dang lungs, you would've thought they were doing a something-something.
You could hear them in the hallways, screaming "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! *bleep* *bleep* *bleep* *bleeeeeeeeeep*" and, according to them, they were putting their penises under the blow-dryer to try and warm it up, washing it, etc.
They finally zipped up their pants, and came out, and were doing the stupidest dance, and exclaiming "It's cold! It's cold!".
Funniest of all, Taco put a little too much on, and couldn't bear it.
He tried to call his dad for a ride home.

Imagine that phone call:
T: "Hey dad, I don't feel good, I need you to pick me up and take me home."
D: "Well what exactly is wrong?"
T: "Well, I put BioFreeze on my penis and now it feels numb."

So, yeah.
You just had to be there.

 

So tell me a funny story of yours!
We could all use a little laugh!

So I had two dreams last night, nice, huh? Well, I guess two different-themed ones, really.

So, the first one:

Sara (xblanksface) and I took a vacation together. We were at the airport, coming back to our apartment (psh, I wish) when she went into some weird clothing store in the airport. When whadya know it, William Beckett, Mike Carden, and Adam Siska were there. I somehow managed to march up to him and ask them if they'd seen my friend, when they said they hadn't.
Then it shot back to me and John (ounceofwentz) were going through the cool, like circular doors, I can't really describe them well, but a lot of the fancy hotels have 'em, anyway, we were going through that, when some bullet hit the glass.
EDIT: (the rest of it): So then John and I laughed it off as some kid playing with something, until someone yelled "This is a shoot-up!" then everyone ran out to the parking lot.
I went into my mom's friend's car, as two masked bank robbers came out, demanding money, and shooting those refusing to. He got to the car I was in, when my mom's friend handed over some money, but then he aimed the gun at me.
I started to cry as I got out my wallet, and he put the gun in an even better angle for a shot. I saw his trigger move a tad.

Whoa, intense, huh?

Bye lovies!

Love from,
Brittany

Okay, so I decided to start a blog for my doggies, just for fun.
Because they are such characters, and I would love to see what it would look like if they blogged.
And plus, my aunt gave her dog a MySpace, why can't I give my two dogs a blog?
This is just for humour, by the way.

---

March 22, 2008, 1:10 AM

So, I woke up today, and my sister, Prudy, wasn't playing with me.
I mean, sure, she is the older one (by two years), but, she wasn't playing with me.
It kinda sucked.

So then I went around the house in search of someone to play with me.

I heard Brittany, call me, so I ran over and saw her in bed, sick again.
Dog, she's been sick for the past few days, just laying in bed, refusing to play with me, because she's "too sick to play.". Whatever.
So anyways, I jumped onto her bed, and we played a bit, and then she took out her phone and I had my own photoshoot.
The photos from my beatiful photo shoot will be coming soon.

If when I grow up, I end up like Prudy, I do not want to grow up.
Being all lazy and snuggling up in the bed all day, not going around destroying the house and getting into fun.
I mean, she doesn't even try to eat Brittany's beloved chocolate.

And Brittany is so lazy, but she claims she's "sick".
Lie.
Her nose is always dry, and her mouth is always open.
What's the difference now?

Gotta go snuggle up with my mommy. (Not Brittany, who you're all familiar with, but Brittany's stellar mom, Robin.)
She's a MILF, you know.
Bye-bye Buzzies!
Sincerely,
Peter Piper

This is the second part of my testimony.
It is very hard to write this, but I will try.

 

I'm going to say this all starts when I was in second grade:
My mom remarried and I moved into a new house and had to go to a new school. As predicted, being the new kid, I was not popular. I was constantly picked on, even bullied at times. It got to me in third grade, because I so badly wanted to be popular. Then when I talked to the most popular girl in third grade, Maddie, she wanted me to be rude to another girl, Ashley, for a whole day. I was about to go up to Ashley and say something rude, then my big mouth told her everything.
Throughout fourth and fifth grade, none of the teasing mattered to me, because I had great friends who would tell me they were wrong. I graduated grade school with great friends, a happy life, and was even somewhat popular.

Then I went to middle school. New school, new life.
I got bullied to the point where evry day, in sixth period, I would break down crying at my desk. I would anticipate the bell ringing, so I could go home where I could just be alone without anyone bullying me.
By this point, my mom and my step-dad were going through their second seperation (their first was when I was in 2nd to 3rd grade) and we lived in a small town house (admittedly, nice, but in a really bad part of town) where many things were stolen and even some sex offenders lived on the street.
My mom had to work long hours to make ends meet, and I was home alone, by myself, from 2:30 to 5:00 PM. But for some reason, those 2 1/2 hours were calming to me. 2 and 1/2 hours where I could just be alone.

When I got into seventh grade, my mom and I moved back into my step-dad's house. The bullying intensified, and I started wearing more black, and getting into bands like Fall Out Boy and My Chemical Romance. The popular kids called me things like "emo" and "goth", but I let them know personally that I was not either of those. The popular kids bullied and harrassed me because I was different from them.
My so-called "friend", Alyssa*, dragged me into the bathroom. She got too many hints from certain bands, and wanted to know if you could actually cut yourself with scissors. She had a pair of scissors, and she handed me the scissors and told me to "do it first". I grab the scissors, put them to my arm, and made a cut. I just kept basically sawing at my arm with the scissors until Alyssa took them away from me, and told  me "God, you're getting carried away." and she then made a cut. I watched my arm as blood poured out, and I started to feel better. I then put my arm under water, and it hurt. The pain was so brutal, I couldn't stand it. I felt like it was just going to fall off. I proceeded to dry it with a paper towel, and it hurt even worse. I couldn't bear the pain. I went on the rest of the day with that pain, hiding my arm.
I continued to cut myself, until the counsellor found out, told my mother, and my mother enrolled me in therapy. I also began having suicidal thoughts.

In 8th grade, my best friends, Mechelle and Danielle, moved away. They were the only ones who could keep me sane. I felt like I was losing control.
Then my only so-called "friends" left, Alyssa and Daisy*, turned on me and left me all sorts of abusive emails, spreading vicious rumours throughout the school, threatening me in the hallway, everything. They also got a hate group against me, that consisted of Jane*, Autumn*, and Mary*.
By this time, I had upgraded my cutting to with my own fingernails, on my wrist.
During the (bad) Valentine's Day dance, I was enjoying it with my friends, when a girl we disliked came by, and we started screaming. Autumn decided to pick me out  and cause I fight with me. Certain things like "you look like a whore on drugs" and "why don't you go die?" were said to each other. Another counsellor at the school removed me and forced me to go to the library, while the real attacker got to have fun (shows how well the school is, but that's not the point here)
Everything else on my mind was Jane, who was extremely untalented, got an acting part in the school musical and a solo in the opening song (I swear to God my ears still hurt from her singing), whilst I was casted as an extra. It was a total blow to my confidence.

I went on a retreat with my church, hoping it would all be a nice getaway from all that was happening. It wasn't.
Whilst there, I was harrassed. Finally, some straw was broken, and I decided to take the Prozac that I was prescribed after the cutting incident, locked myself in the cabin bathroom, grabbed a glass of water, and took approximately 4 or 5 Prozacs, in an attempt to kill myself.
I did not want to die. I just wanted all the pain to end.
One of my counsellors came back from dinner, and I just broke down and told her. She grabbed me by the wrist, told her husband (who was in the medical business, EMT, I believe) and another counsellor, who called the Emergency Team of the area, and then the police came, along with EMT, and the police asked me questions, as the EMTs strapped me to a gurney, transferred me to another ambulance, that drove me to the hospital.
My mom and step-dad, during this weekend, were taking a mini vacation in Lincoln City. My sister rushed hospital, along with my Grandma and Grandpa (from my mom's side of the family). I felt so guilty that I had interrupted my mom and step-dad's weekend. I also felt so awful. My head hurt so bad. I felt so light-headed. my throat was insanely sore, I could barely speak. My chest felt like it was going to pop out of my chest.
Once they tested me to make sure that the Prozac was coming out through my urine (yes, I know, TMI), they sent me to the mental ward of the hospital.
I was asked to remove all my clothing except for my undergarments, put on a hospital gown, and lay down in a blank, empty room with nothing but a window, an uncomfortable bed, and a chair. I felt like I was a mental person, being examined in an institution, or as my sister described it, "Girl Interrupted". I just turned over to face the wall, and fell asleep on the bed.
45 minutes later, the guy in charge of the mental ward came in, asked me questions, talked to me a bit, gave some instructions to my sister, and made me sign some thing saying I wouldn't try to commit suicide again (I'm dead serious about this part.) and I could go home.

My sister drove me home, as I spent my night without my precious blankie, which I have to sleep with, or else it is impossible to sleep.
My mom came home and talked to me for God knows how long. We finally agreed that she would take me out of school and I would be placed in homeschooling, so I could get away from all of the harrassment from school.

Homeschooling really helped me get in a better place.
I could think better, and just felt better overall.

I went back to a normal high school in September, and things have just been so much better.
I still have suicidal thoughts to this day, but then I just talk to my friends (Buzznet or real-life) or put on some feel-good music (currently it's TAI and Rilo Kiley, and "Johanna" from Sweeney Todd) and I feel better.

 

* Names have been changed.

First, let me just say I'm not a huge fan of Panic at the Disco. I know, I know. Tons of little fangirls will come out saying "but why" but truth is, I'm just not.

Anyways, I took the liberty of sitting down and listening to it via MTV, and truth is, I'm not that into it.

It's definetely a departure from A Fever, and I prefer it over A Fever, but it's not something I would go out and buy.

I like the songs "Northern Downpour" and "Nine in the Afternoon", but honestly, I would give it C+.

The plus is kudos to them for expirementing and trying something new, I'm glad they tried something new.

Honestly, I think this one sounds more mature, and not something that the little fangirls would like. You can definetely tell they've grown up since Fever, though.

And honestly, I feel Ryan Ross has an excellent voice. I would probably like it more if he sane a bit more. Just saying.

 

P.S. Disagreements are more than welcome, but calling names will result in your comment.

So I did this:

I also did stuff to the scene queen adverts (and Ashlee Simpson's, too) but I don't want to start anything, so I won't post those.

Thank you Buzznet for the colorful advertisements that I could pimp out with my honesty.

Shalom.
Brittany

We took a chain letter and edited it with our hilarious commentary (hers better than mine, really.)

So here is hers:

JANUARY - SEX IN THE WASHING MACHINE---Good luck getting two people IN a washing machine
FEBRUARY -SEX WITH THE FOOTBALL FIELD or team whatever...
MARCH -SEX with 7/11----what like the store?!?!
APRIL -SEX AN AIRPLANE---OMG?!?! Will there be snakes there too....O wait! Screw the Snakes! Will Gabe and Billvy be there?
MAY - SEX IN THE MOVIES is SO unrealistic(most of the time)
JUNE -SEX WITH A CAR DEALER--Does he have that new car smell too?
JULY -SEX IN SCHOOL--School as in an academy, as in with the Academy?!?! I am SO down
AUGUST -SEX ONLY DURING A METEOR SHOWER---if your on Haley's comet's schedule you are SCREWED!
SEPTEMBER -SEX IN THE POOL TABLE...Good luck getting IN a pool table.
OCTOBER -SEX ON THE GRASS--What no Halloween theme?!?! BOGUS!!!!
NOVEMBER -SEX ON THE BEACH---Isn't that a drink?
DECEMBER-SEX IN THE DIRT--Clearly we ran out of places to have sex...Who has sex in the dirt? Does that mean people in the Midwest born in December can't have sex in the winter...I mean there is like NO dirt here in the winter.

And here is mine:

JANUARY - SEX IN THE WASHING MACHINE---Is that even humanly possible? Or pleasureable? Or even safe?
FEBRUARY -SEX ON THE FOOTBALL FIELD---For the sports fan! Really, what's the big whoop?
MARCH -SEX IN 7/11---At least there's condoms, Aisle 2.
APRIL -SEX ON AN AIRPLANE---Snakes on a plane. (Psst...I find this concept totally cliche.)
MAY - SEX IN THE MOVIES---Aren't people trying to watch the movie? Geez, talk about rude!
JUNE -SEX WITH A CAR DEALER---I would, but he'd probably persuade me out of a condom somehow, knowing their devilish tricks. Can it at least be a hot car dealer?
JULY -SEX IN SCHOOL---For the well-educated only.
AUGUST -SEX ONLY DURING A METEOR SHOWER---Cause that is a REALLY good idea.
SEPTEMBER -SEX ON THE POOL TABLE---Where have I heard this before? I think in a movie...
OCTOBER -SEX WITH JACK THE PUMPKIN KING---Now that is more like it!
NOVEMBER -SEX ON THE BEACH---CLICHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DECEMBER-SEX ON THE DIRT---So stupid. At least have some Christmas theme!

And just because you know you want/need to add her, go here. Click it.

These aren't in any way REAL!!!!!!!!

So, to a certain person who commented on my review, calling me a "hater" "bitch" and asking me "what sh*t you're gonna be talking once it goes multiplatinum" and criticizing me for using the "Touch My Body" single instead of the album cover,

1. I couldn't find the album cover by the time I was working on it, wise guy.
2. IT'S A FUCKING JOKE!

And for those of you SERIOUSLY linking to Ashly's review thinking it's real:
IT'S A JOKE!

Here, let me explain the sitch in English:
Bree asked us to do reviews of upcoming albums mocking Maxim's review of the Block Crowes' album, where they hadn't even listened to it.
Wendy chose to review the Panic At The Disco album, and I feel she was hilarious.
Ashly chose to review Ashlee's "Bittersweet World", and did an excellent job.
Ariana chose to review Death Cab For Cutie's "Narrow Stairs" and also did excellent.
I chose Mariah Carey's "E=MC2" and did decent on it.
And we all had a disclaimer, saying this WAS A JOKE!
A FAKE!
NOT REAL!!!!!!!

So quit with the hate mail, and linking, and, well, EVERYTHING!

Seriously.

Proof Scientology makes you even more wacko. (ASL)

Minnie Driver joins the baby boom. (Allieiswired)

Rachel Bilson FINALLY launches fashion line. Aren't ya'll excited? (JustJared)
And so does Heidi. Great. (Allieiswired)

Neverland Ranch saved from auction. (HollywoodRag)

Miley Cyrus looks for possible boy-toys via IMDB. (Cele|bitchy)

90210 returns along with Family Guy spin-off. (Allieiswired)

Rachel Zoe reality show. Oh no. (BGO)

Madonna album cover. (ASL)
And sneak peek of her collab with Justin! (INO)

Helen Mirren is More sexy on the cover of More. (JustJared)

IBBB recaps ANTM.

Anne Hathaway must be some fun person to party with. (Allieiswired)

Lindsay pays a house on fake tanning. (CelebSlam)

Making friends. (Galadarling)

And the Britney cartoon video ASL told ya 'bout.

And I have no clue why.
Honestly guys, I'm not all that cool.
I do write well, I will admit that.
And I am confident in that I am intelligent.
But seriously...
1000?
I feel so loved...

Honestly, I would like to know
Why I am a Buzzmaker
And have 1000 friends?

I tried to post a 1.5 years Buzzaversary special, but, infortunately, Buzznet crashed on me. So I had to post it today.

I had originally planned to post a sort of "party" with Cobra Starship playing, and drunk-esque speeches about 18 friends (18 months? 18 friends?) but, again Buzznet crashed on me, along with FoE (a hint that I've overstayed my welcome? Hm...)

But something serious came to me today and I thought this would be better.

So, without further ado, my 1 1/2 years Buzzaversary post:

---

I Love You Guys

I love all my friends on here.
The ones that comment my posts.
The ones that make me smile on days when I feel like breaking down.
The ones who picspam me mercilessly.
The ones who find my stuff good enough to be featured.
The ones who name drop me in their work.
The ones who invite me to be a part of their new favorite group.

I love my friends in real life, too.
They make me smile on gray days.
They help me have some serious fun when I need it.
They're always available to talk whenever I need it.
They always are up for the long trek from Mark Morris to WinCo for lunch.

Recently, one of my real life friends has gotten a concussion.
Her and her boyfriend were walking to class, when a student went up to her boyfriend and said "I hear you make girls cry!" (Because he made one girl cry.) He tried to punch her boyfriend, Stephen, but missed and hit Becky (my friend).
She ended up going to the Emergency Room and doctor.
The doctor confirmed she'd had a concussion, and would not be able to remember things (like her friends' names, conversations, things she's done, etc.)
She now has bits and pieces of her life being fed to her.
And then there's the skeptics that think she's doing it for attention.
It's completely sad someone would think a person with an injury would fake such a horrible thing as to memory loss for attention, especially when the person already has a decent amount of attention. Especially since one of them does ANYTHING for attention.

Another case is a good friend of mine.
Today I just found out she's pregnant.

Sometimes things just become so sad and depressing at a time that people should celebrate.
I mean, Easter is coming up.
Shouldn't we all be happy?

Now, I present
My topsies being HAPPY!

And...
Here is this lovely song to help you cheer up.

Don't worry.
BE HAPPY!

Shalom.
Brittany

In case you haven't seen this post about Vanessa Hudgens playing the stereotypical emo kid, then you may not know what I'm talking about.

Let me sum it up for you:
Vanessa told Entertainment Weekly that her character in the movie Will is "definitely more dark than in High School Musical. I play kind of the ‘emo, kept away from everybody else in her own world’ kinda girl. She wears a lot of black. She always has longsleeves with thumbs in them.”
The reason why some of these are in bold is because this is why I'm ranting.

That is the most stereotypical quote on emo EVER!

But that's not my main point of ranting.
Here is my main point of this rant:
People are commenting on this post saying things like "she can go get an std/die" and "she can go suck zach's c***" and the one that got me the most, a certain comment said to some of my best friends on here, Sarah and Savannah telling them "nobody likes her and nobody likes you."

Let's ignore the thing said about my dear friends (that's what gets me in trouble) and focus on things said about Vanessa:

Do you really think someone should get an STD or die because they're playing a stereotype?
Adam Sandler played the stereotypical gay guy in I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry, and no one told him to go die. (He did get a middle finger from Mark, though, but that's beside the point.)
So just because Vanessa is playing a stereotype of what you claim to be or some of your friends claim to be, it is all right to tell her to go get an STD?
That is completely awful.

And if she wants to suck her boyfriends penis, then she can.
After all, they do seem to love each other, and they are probably practicing safe sex.

I know people are still on the fence about her because of her nude pictures, but I would like to point out that just because she took pictures of vagina, sent them to someone and they got onto the Web, it doesn't make her a bad person.
It shows she has questionable morals, but character is not reflected on morals.
I have some excellet friends who are kind, caring, and intelligent, but their morals are rather questionable. They constantly party and have sex (safe, though.) but they are incredibly nice.
And finally, she is trying hard to recover from the scandal, which shows that she cares about how people percieve her.
So if you're still hung up over her bush,
GET OVER IT!

Why do we have to get so cruel over some Disney poptart saying one stupid thing about a role she's playing?

In my belief, you cannot call yourself "emo"
"Emo" is a type of music, not a person.
I do think Vanessa said one bad thing referencing a type of music as a label of a person, but no one should call her a "hoe" or "bitch" just because she said one ignorant quote.

And don't say anything rude to my friends, EVER!

Shalom.
Brittany

Some argue that the perfect song to describe Britney Spears is "Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley (sp?) but I disagree.
If you're looking for the perfect song to describe Britney Spears, look no further than her own song, "Lucky"

So I dedicate this song, to Britney Spears.

---

"Lucky" by Britney Spears

This is a story about a girl named Lucky…


Early morning
She wakes up
knock, knock, knock on the door

It's time for makeup
Perfect smile
It's who they're all waiting for

They go,isn't she lovely
This Hollywood girl

And they say
chorus
she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night.

Lost in an image, in her dream
But there's no one there to wake her up
And the world is spinning, and she keeps on winning
But tell me what happens when it stops?
They go…
"Isn't she lovely, this Hollywood girl?"


Chorus
And they say she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night

Ay-ay-yeah-eh-eh-yeah

"Best actress, and the winner is…Lucky!"

Ay-ay-yeah-eh-eh-yeah

"I'm Roger Johnson for Pop News standing outside the arena waiting for Lucky"
"Oh my god…here she comes!"

Isn't she lucky, this Hollywood girl?
She's so lucky, but why does she cry?
If there's nothing missing in her life
Why do these tears come at night?!

Chorus
And they say she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night

(she is so luckyyy)
she's so lucky, she's a star
But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking
If there is nothing missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night

---

Listen to it here.

---

Thank you all for reading today's dedication.
And remember,
"If there's nothing, missing in my life
Then why do these tears come at night?"
Shalom.
Britney

DISCLAIMER: I am not trying to bash anyone here, I am trying to let out steam/show my friends in real life how I feel when they hurt my feelings in a certain way, if I come across as trying to bash jeffree star, even though it is obvious I hate him, I am not trying to, but showing people how my feelings get hurt.

Now, on with the rant/letter.

Dear Real Life Friends (you know who you are):

As you may know, Jeffree Star blocked me from Buzznet. Before you take his side, let me explain my story:

I was browsing in the "live" section of Buzznet, and saw Jeffree had said something rude to another girl, saying she looked ugly, when you could not tell her looks by her profile photo. Nor did she have any pictures of her full face on her profile.
If you truly are a friend of mine, you know how "chivalrous knight" I can be, so I told him and his fans that were encouraging this behavior that it was a bit rude to behave that way.
He ignored me, then the girl responded quite well, I must add, and then Jeffree told her "It's not my fault your parents smoked crack when they were pregnant with you suck it whore." and I felt completely angry.

I would like to bring up that "whore" actually means "prostitute", not just a term for female. And that children whose parents who "smoked crack when they were pregnant with them" are actually DEFORMED, not ugly, and it is cruel to tell ANYONE to tell them they are deformed-looking.
I am ashamed that behavior as that was not only prohibited on Buzznet, but being advertised.

I told Jeffree and his fans who encouraged that insult, that they should be ashamed to think that was okay.
Some of his fans proceeded to call me "ugly" and "slut", and I told them beauty is a matter of opinion (which it IS!)
I had a few other faithful friends on Buzznet who went on to that post, told Jeffree basically the same thing I did, and got the same treatment I did.
You may find it odd that I care so much about these people that I haven't met in real life, but I do.
They're NEVER afraid to tell me the truth, they always cheer me up when I'm down, they give me honest yet kind critiques on my writing that has helped me improve my writing, and if you talked to them, I would garuntee you'd think they're as awesome as I do.
And I also love you guys as much as I love them. I promise if anyone was doing the things Jeffree was doing to them, I would defend you in a heartbeat.

Then Jeffree proceeded to tell one of my bestest on there, Savannah (tryingtofindthewords) that she was "dead" to him, "like Anna Nicole Smith".
I also find disrespect for the dead completely rude, whether or not they lead a moral life.
Jeffree also said of my TRUE statement that beauty is a matter of opinion, "Geez Dr. Phil, go cry somewhere else and leave us all alone."
Might I add that I was full of rage, but I was not crying. I do not cry over someone else's opinion of my looks anymore. However, there is something that's making me cry, but I will get to that later.
And last time I checked, I didn't have balls. Or an annoying yell at little girls, and I certainly will not leave him alone if he's going to be rude to MY friends like him and his fans were.
So then he blocked Savannah and I.

His fans went onto call my friends "sluts" and "ugly", and I felt even more enraged, considering there was nothing I could do about it.

I then posted a rant about it, where one of his fans went onto, called me "ugly" said rude things about my body (which, by the way, no one on Buzznet has ever seen.)
Then that person said rude things to MY friends on MY page. She even told Savannah to "fuck off" my page, which Savannah is more than welcome on, but the certain fan isn't.

Then Mark (panasonicyouth), the kick-ass community manager on Buzznet, had to intervene.
By the way, you know something is serious when Mark intervenes. And I find it awful that Mark had to drop everything he was doing because of certain little girls and the immature man they worship are being rude and uneducated to some of Buzznet's finest.
Jeffree proceeded to promise to Mark that he would try to be positive.
Which, from what I've seen, Jeffree has yet to keep.

Now which brings me to the point of this.
It isn't to bash Jeffree Star at all. If I wanted to bash him, I could do that whenever I wanted.
The point of this, is how you treat this all.

I know some of you hate him with a passion, and gave me a high-five and a "you're better than him" line, but I am addressing this to the other ones.
The ones who said "How dare you say that to Jeffree? He is awesome!"

I would like to know why you give Jeffree more respect than you do me.
Is it because of his looks?
Because no matter how "good" a person looks, they have no right to treat a person this way.
Is it because of his music?
Because no matter how good a person's music is, they have no absolutely no right to treat anyone this way.
Is it because he claims to be "Queen of the Beautifuls" or "Queen of MySpace/Buzznet/Internet"?
Because even the King of England does not have the right to treat a person this way.
(And also, Bree (breesays) is Queen of Buzznet, sorry)

It truly hurts my feelings and makes me cry that you give Jeffree Star more respect than you do me.
I work hard to earn the respect of others on Buzznet, at school, etc.
I never brutally verbally attack someone for making a comment about my eyebrows.
I may not be as famous as Jeffree Star, but I would be glad if you left me a picture comment on MySpace.
I love spending time with you.
And I still am clueless as to why you give him more respect than me, when I care about you and would NEVER call you a "skank", "slut", "whore", or the worst word ever, the n-word, no matter what you said to me.

I hope you do not think anything bad about me because of this.
I just want you to know how it feels when you give someone you don't even know, but you do know that he is verbally abusive towards others, more respect than me, who actually cares about people's feelings.

Thank you for reading this.
And I love you (as a friend.)
Shalom.
Love from,
Brittany

Here is yet another song I wrote.
Just me, myself and I.
It is, in my opinion, very fun, poppy, and catchy.
But not in a "Girlfriend" way.
So, here it is.
Check it out!

---

“Play Me (Fool Like You)”

 

Play me heartbreak

Play me loneliness

Play me bitter

Play love, you played me so well dear

 

Play me like the guitar

You delicately hold

Whilst I am thrown away

Like last night’s snack

Off to the side

Nothing more, just less

So glad to be free

So glad to be rid of you

 

So glad to be alone

Rather than be played by a fool like you

Won’t ever fall for another fool like you

 

Not gonna be another string on your guitar

Not gonna be another board game in your small closet

Not gonna be another action figure from your pathetic childhood

I’m not gonna listen to you

Or another fool like you

 

Play me like a piece

Of your Monopoly game

Move me left, move me right

Watch me go to jail

 

Better jail than with you

I’d rather be in jail then with a fool like you

Won’t ever fall for another fool like you

 

Not gonna be another string on your guitar

Not gonna be another board game in your small closet

Not gonna be another action figure from your pathetic childhood

I’m not gonna listen to you

Or another fool like you

 

(Play me)

Play

(Play me)

Play, play, baby play

(Play me, baby, play)

{You played me like a chess pawn
But you won’t anymore!}

 

Not gonna be another string on your guitar

Not gonna be another board game in your small closet

Not gonna move when you say move

Not gonna do anything you say
Just gonna be me not listen to you
Or another fool like you

---

 

( ) Parentheses represent back-up vocals.
{ } represent spoken parts

Stealing this song would make you a fool.
A cruel fool.

I made a Meez of myself.

Not the best.

 

Any thoughts?

I dedicate this song to anyone who has expierenced a shitty break-up.
A song about moving on after break-up, with an awesome gospel choir in the background.

---

"Breakin' Up" by Rilo Kiley

it's not as if new york city
burnt down to the ground
once you drove away
it's not as if the sun won't shine
when clouds up above
wash the blues away

are we breaking up?
are we breaking up?
is there trouble between you and i?
did my heart break enough?
did it break enough this time?

here's to all the pretty words
we will never speak
here's to all the pretty girls
you're gonna meet

am i breaking up?
am i breaking up?
is there trouble on the line?
did your heart break enough?
did it break enough this time?

ooh it feels good to be free
ooh it feels good to be free
ooh it feels good to be free

betrayal is a thorny crown
you wear it well
just like a king
revenge is the saddest thing
honey, i'm afraid to say
you deserve everything

am i breaking up?
are we breaking up?
is there trouble between the lines?
did your heart break enough?
did it break enough this time?

ooh it feels good to be free
ooh it feels good to be free
ooh it feels good to be free

---

Listen to it here.

---

Thank you all for reading this.
I love you all.
And remember...
It feels good to be free!

Shalom.
Brittany

This is poem I wrote about my dear cousin, Junior, who has expierenced a great tragedy.
He is orphaned, had to move from home-school in a tiny trailer to public school in Vancouver, and lives with his sister.
I will not reveal his real name for his privacy.

---

Once a boy with a charmed life
Casted away by the shot of a gun
Watching silently as they all exclaim
"What now? What now?"

Go to a sleepover
Come back without a home
Watching as they all help him
Pack his things for a new life

From no one to everyone
As classmates and friends
From sister to mother
All in one day

Watch a life end
Or perhaps two
Out of unfaithfulness, anger
Wrath and jealousy

He sits there silently, pondering
While everyone around whispers and gossips
An outsider, loner, all by himself
All because of one shot gun

---

Thank you for reading this.
Tell me what you think.
Shalom.
Love from,
Brittany

Lindsay stops traffic in this skirt. (JustJared)
And Miley has Linds' digits. (FListed)
And Lohan reality show screwing up your television this summer. (Cele|bitchy)

Vanity Fair Funny Girls cover shoot! (Allieiswired)

Poor Jamie-Lynn was a mistake, according to Uncle Bill. (IBBB)

James Blunt shows some quite un-beautiful images. (Cele|bitchy)

Heath Ledger fans send Mary-Kate Olsen death threats. Niiiiice. (MollyGood)

Fun accessories! (Galadarling)

Elle Woods at the UN! (ASL)

Paris Hilton's Hollywood spiritual guide. (INO)

Drew Barrymore donates $1 Million on Oprah. (Allieiswired)

This time last year on The Hills. (IBBB)

Jessica Alba's Double Trouble! (ASL)

Your partner is quite headstrong on refusing using a condom. So how do you soften them up?
I give you lines to persuade them to use a condom.

Line:
"Don't you trust me?"
Comeback:
"Trust is not the point. A person could have an infection without knowing it."

Line:
"It does not feel as good with a condom."
Comeback:
"I'll feel better, and if I feel better, I can make it good for you."

Line:
"I am afraid to ask him. He'll think I don't trust him."
Comeback:
"If you can't ask him, you probably don't trust him."

Line:
"I don't have one with me."
Comeback:
"I do."
or
"Then we'll wait."

Line:
"It's his decision."
Comeback:
"It's yours too."

Line:
"Putting it on interrupts everything."
Comeback:
"Not if I put it on."

Line:
"I'm on the pill. You don't need a condom."
Comeback:
"But the pill doesn't protect against infection we may have."

Line:
"I guess you don't really love me."
Comeback:
"I do, but I won't risk our futures to prove it."

Line:
"I will pull it out in time."
Comeback:
"That doesn't work."

Line:
"Just this once?"
Comeback:
"Once it all it takes."

Line:
"But I love you."
Comeback:
"Then you would gladly use this to help protect ourselves."

A few closing tips:

1. Always keep condoms with you. You may get teased by friends, but at least whenever things do start to get steamy between you and your partner, you do not have to interrupt the passion by having to run out to the local drugstore to buy some.
2. Don't ever be embarrassed to buy one. If anything, be proud. If you do get weird looks by the cashier, shrug it off and remember: Better condom than pregnancy test.
3. If you think putting a condom on will interrupt the passion, try putting it on together or if you are female, do it for him. It can be really sexy to do it for him, or together.
4. If one partner is being incredibly stubborn and is still refusing to use one, leave. No need to compromise with someone who can't think of anyone but themselves.

Most of it is taken from Everything-Condoms.com.

This is my amateur song about the abundant breed of girls in my town who have way too much unprotected sex and spend the whole day smoking weed.
Some call 'em potheads or sluts.
I prefer "party girl"

 

Party Girl

Straight A-girl on the track team
Traded it all for a bag of weed
And a pack of beer to accompany
Never went back on the clean and narrow path

Said it was just a phase
That lasted for a decade or two
Never got out of the habit of shooting meth
But those amphetamines just keep me, warm at night

Haven't been to sleep in six damn days
Think I might be pregnant with AIDS, too
Sneaking in at six A.M. so the folks won't get pissed
I'm a party girl, whose ruining any chance

Those teachers say "what are you gonna do?
When you got six kids livin' in a ratty box"
Well I don't care bout tomorrow
Just today

Haven't been to sleep in six damn days
Think I might be pregnant with HIV
Where the hell is my cigarette?
I can quit any day

20 years I'm sitting over at the post
Where I had my first damn shot of pot
Has been the same, just watchin' cars go by
Guess my life's so useless now
I was a party girl
Now I'm dead

This song is entirely mine, and stealing it would be cruel.