Neverland...

The weekend was SO great. Friday was good, I got to eat with my dad for dinner and spend some time talking, then I saw Liz Friday night, for awhile, and got to drive in my brother's new Trans Am. It's really nice, I think I might have to steal it some day or something.

The service Saturday was great. It was sunny, like I predicted (although I shouldn't take credit, afterall, it was God that made it sunny, as usual). Probably the best part about it was that our "Kingdom String Ensamble" got to play and it was shockingly amazing. Seriously. A majority of the youth in our congregation from the ages of 3 - 15 began to learn the violin through a church Suzuki program and that was about 2 or 3 years ago. I am so impressed by the transition. I remember the first year and more when it was variations of Twinkle Twinkle for every special. When they all stood there, the youngest, Erica, 5, playing a full Classical composition, nearly every one of them right on beat and then bringing it all together so perfectly. It honestly brought me to tears. I was so proud of them. I took violin lessons for 4 years or so and they're all already better than me. I must say snaps to Jon Gayman, the instructor/conductor for his work with them over the last couple years, and the second piece they played was his own composition and was even more beautiful than the first, which I wouldn't have thought possible. Except for his assistant, 18, and the cello player, 16, the entire group was under the age of 15. There were probably close to 30 members, maybe a few under. It was such an amazing sight. I want to do a documentary or SOMETHING on them.

So much for that. Saturday afternoon I DID end up being able to just relax. Liz and I laid on the couches in my living room and just talked, listened to music, or enjoyed the silence. That lasted a pretty long time, too, until my brother showed up with about 124236554 other people and things got loud and far from relaxing.

That night Liz and I had Shells and Cheese. That's about as good as that gets. She had fun hanging out with the other kids, though, and left around 11,  and I watched "Bulletproof Monk" with my dad then went to bed.

Sunday I drove about 4 hours to Manhattan, KS to visit Jordan, as I mentioned I would. The drive up there was so awesome. I love travelling, and driving, just listening to music and thinking, and seeing new places, even if they look almost identical to the ones you've seen and see every day. I got there sometime around or after 1:00 pm and Jordan was still asleep, so I woke him up and we watched 3 episodes of "24" with his friend Ryan, who had stayed the night. I am now addicted. Once Ryan left we just talked about some stuff in the Bible and things we'd been thinking about lately and then went out to eat at a great Sub restaraunt and walked around a bit before going back and watching "Underworld" and "League of Extraordinary Gentlemen" (both of which I had not seen) and I was tired so I hit the sack.

Monday we woke up near noon and laid in bed traumatizing his roomate's stuffed dog, which I had affectionately named Bruce. He held up after undergoing some extreme means of toture including having his head forced into his sternum. We then got up and had "breakfast" Egos with glorious syrup and cherrios. It was divine. We both took our showers and headed out to "Tuttle Creek Lake" (I know, I think it's gay to have creek and lake both in it's title, too, but...) We drove around looking for a good picture for my Labor Day Feature assignment and found an okay one. I liked walking the rocks on the shoreline, the weather was great and the view was fantastic. We drove back and watched "Bruce Almighty" (which is actually how the stuffed dog, Bruce, got his name) and afterwards took my camera across the street to the K-state visitor gardens and took some great photos. That was fun. Some good ones of Jordan getting a little "close" to a statue on a bench, but we won't go any further into it. We then went to Pizza Hut downtown and played a cool game there while we waited for the people to mess up our order then bring us our good order (for a discount, yay) and we ate it. it was good. We drove back to his place and said our farewells.

I was so happy to see him again, I've missed him, and now I'll miss him again, but it was a good time and I liked it. I also loved the drive home. Like I had said before, I love driving. The best was probably on 69. First I listened  a great classical station and I really remembered how much I love classical music, then it faded out after Ft. Scott and I turned it to Jazz on 89.9. I also realized again my love for the Jazz genre. I turned that way up and could imagine myself as a guy (ignore the gender change there) sitting in a low ceilinged downtown building with brick walls and smoky air which I sipped some sort of golden colored liquer in a short fat, clear glass as I sat, a 1/2 burnt cigarette in my left hand that rests on my knee. (I don't actually smoke it, since I don't smoke, but let's pretend it just burned down) My fingers on my right hand are drumming along with the percussion and with my eyes closed and my face in a semi-constipated expression, I bobble my head around with the unpredictable runs and trills of the saxaphone, just noticeably. And the guy on the piano has his eyes closed too, and he's just plunk, plunking away perfectly. *sigh* wow. Okay. So I wasn't actually the guy, I was just watching the guy, but I was also the one making up the whole scene, so in a way I was the guy... and the piano player, I guess. But really. I love Jazz/blues/whatever.  I think it's awesome. I want to marry it.

So, I got back to pitt just before 11, and did my homework for sociology and put stuff together for my photo class and now am writing this. Sammy Jo is sleeping, and my typing is loud, so I'm going to try and get a few last pictures on my jump drive and let myself take a nice trip to dreamland.

PS - cool song: Talking In Your Sleep/Gayle Crystal

PPS - I got  a new phone. YAY!

Why fork? 1) because it's a cool word 2) because you can say it in place of another inappropriate word along with FUDGE

Grab a cup of mint julep and get ready for a long one.

It's Thursday. Thursday in my mind, b/c I don't have to work on Friday, so tomorrow will be like my Friday. Finally my life is picking up, but I'm spinning and I'm not sure how dizzy I'll get or if, when I fall to the ground, where I'll land.

I called my boyfriend today after 3 weeks of holding off, b/c I was in a very talkative mood, and confident and I figured that if he, for some unknown reason, answered his phone, that I could communicate like a human. For all the coffee in the world I never would  have known he'd answer. So that was different. I was shaking. I'm so mad at myself. I ddin't really care and I was SO casual and normal and outgoing and everything and I took every surprising moments perfectly. I'm proud. It was a little awkward at first b/c he didn't know who I was (isn't that a brillaint thing??) and then he seemed so surprised, but he's great at those types of situations. We talked about meaningless things like what we were doing and how the summer was, but it's always kinda been like that with us, and I've liked it just fine. Then he mentions to me that he's NOT COMING BACK TO PITT IN THE FALL! I was surprised, but it was like it was just what I needed to hear. Even thought everything was normal and he said he'd see me Sat when i moved out and he moved in, and then said bye. I'm a little relieved, b/c I kinda knew it was over anyway and now I don't have to wonder and I don't have to worry about seeing him and dealing with that this fall, and I don't have to worry about his friends (who are my friends, too) thinking that I was only hanging out with them b/c of him. WHICH WOULD NOT BE TRUE, B/C I LOVE THEM! Then I sat there on the deck after I hung up with him and just processed it. I wasn't as energetic as I had been earlier (I was hyper and inspired and everything) so I was  little subdued, but handled it rather well. it was all pretty normal (not for me, b/c I'm never normal, but I loved the fact that it was kind of normal) My mom came out and asked me about it and I calmly explained, making it clear that I was fine, even happy with it and then she put her hand on my head (which she NEVER does) and said. "I'm sorry Brittany, I know it hurts" and that was the funny thing, it didn't hurt that it was over or anything, just that it all had to be so complicated. And even that didn't really hurt. I don't know. But she went inside. I took a walk out into the middle of our field and let myself have a little cry; short, neccessary and therapuedic. I stopped crying as I stared out over the mountains (okay, I'm just trying to make this sound more dramatic, truth is, it was a hill, the closest things we have to a mountain within 250 miles) and I swallowed, whiped my eyes and went home to watch "So you think you can dance" and that was good. So i'm upstairs and that's about it.

Enough of that.

I sure like talking to you, Ryan, I mean, I think that my summer would SUCK if I hadn't tripped over your ferret blog. And I can't believe I met you only like a few weeks ago! I feel like I had to grow up with you. I'm rahter happy I didn'. ;) well. I hope we can still talk as much when we're both in school again. You MUST visit me sometime.

People, go read Ryan's blog and visit the annoying gir's blog,too, and his duck page. ok? good.

Friday I am going to get my hair trimmed, my bangs cut short again, and my eyebrows waxed. I'm going to pack tomorrow and I'm going to finish my quilt tomorrow. I hope. :0 I soaked the denim pieces in coffee tonight and I have to sew it all tomorrow. My neck already hurts, and that's not going to help. i also sewed a shirt the other night while I talked to Ryan, except it only has one sleeve. ;)

I wrote a poem today. It's a little different than those that I usually write, but I might post them or something. each thought runs into the next, so I'm not sure how to write it out, it sounds better when you read it, I guess.

I'm so excited about going to the Rascal Flatts concert Saturday with Bradness. I can't wait. I miss him alot. I miss everyone SO much, I can't wait to get back.

 Last night Sticky (Jordan Coleman) got back from Nebraska, where he's been working this summer. I missed him, but I hadn't realized just how much, until I was there last night hugging him. He's been my friend longer than anyone that I know. He has an awesome sound system in his car and I'll be seeing him back in pitt, and I wasn't sure I would. Life seems more normal with him around, he makes me happy.

My brother went to Wisconsin on a road trip with Rob and they left this morning early and they are going to the State Fair today, then leaving from there tomorrow. THey're at the Seether concert as we speak, most likely. I was supposed to go, but they never got me tickets. It's okay. I had to work anyway. :(

Work has been good lately. I love actually havin things to do. I like to stay busy.

I'm kidna worried about Liz, she has these sores that won't go away and now she' on a  2 week long fast. I could NEVER do that. she's on day 2. She's strong. Doing SO much better than i would. Well. I should post this already so Brad can read it. :D I'll be posting the pictures I took of Liz on Saturday sometime soon. At least the good ones (I took over 150 lol).

Shoutouts to Ryan and Hank - my stalker friend, beware all, he will MAKE YOU CRY! (So will Ryan, so be careful. He's mean and heartless. lol. j/k you know I fake love you) I am ransoming the secret that he only pretends to be romantic. If he doesn't pay me 35623 cheesy gordita crunches and 234 tootsie rolls and take a train to meet me with them within 3238 seconds, then I will annouce his secret to the world (or at least all those that read my blog... which is, if not the world, at leas 1/3415 of it)

Love to all

Brittany