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Sep. 24th, 2010

dreaming

Behometh Giveaway

Hey guys! Guess what????? At "Book Blab" their giving away a free arc from Scot Westerfeld's "Behometh"!!! Isn't that exciting??? Check it out!

 

http://bookblabbing.blogspot.com/2010/09/another-giveaway-arc-of-behemoth-by.html

Aug. 24th, 2010

my name is

Why?

[written in my sketchbook a couple of weeks ago]

Why is it, when you've always been able to solve conflicts before, suddenly you are unable to heal the one that hurts the most?

Why was it, when I finally unleashed my thoughts in an effort to understand and heal him, that he didn't say anything at all?

Why is it, when I told him I love him while I was gasping for breaths and steady tears were flowing down my cheeks, he said that he knew and that I was all he had?

Why was it, that when I told him that everyone loved him too, that he just gave me a empty stare as a reply?

Why did he say he loved me too, if a minute ago he said I was a pest and he didn't want me to live in his house anymore?

Why is it,  when I asked him to go to church again, he said he would, but not this coming sunday?

Why would he tell me that religion isn't everything when he also has told me he believes God is everything?

Why does he tell me I treat him like a child, when he was the one acting so childish instead of the father he is supposed to be?

Why does he say he is not sad, yet he sits outside in the rain at night all by himself?

Why can't I make it all better and be happy with him again?

When did I stop being his little girl and his best friend?

Why can't I see my own writing through the tears collecting in my eyes?

Why can't I understand?

Why does it have to hurt so much?

Why am so scared I'm losing him?

Why do I feel so selfish when I fight with him?

Why don't I know the answers to a single one of these questions?

Yours Truly,

Brita



Jul. 28th, 2010

nemo, butt

Lift yourself higher (Drabble story)

At about 2 in the morning last week, I had the sudden urge to write.

But, since it was 2 in the morning, I was a bit loopy, and wrote a somewhat crazy first two sentences. . . and then a title. Then, I decided to finish the piece, in a somewhat serious way.

So, I present you with:

Lift Yourself Higher:
A Story of Strength

Once upon a time, there lived a girl with handsome, boyish-cute looks. Everyone said this was a good thing, but in reality, it troubled the girl very much.

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 yours truly,

Brita
 

Jul. 17th, 2010

elevater, star wars

Hiatus

I don't think I will be able to post a new entry for a week or so. I'm going to be pretty busy.

Sorry.

Yours truly,

Brita

Jul. 16th, 2010

dreaming

How to feel pretty

Today was pretty special, for me at least.

It started out, less than pleasant though. I had stayed up extremely late last night (I think it was 4 AM the last time I saw the clock) and I was woken up bright and early by my new dog, Fritz. At 8 AM to be precise. That means I had less than 4 hours of sleep!

And, once I'm awoken i can't fall back asleep (I must be lucky, ugh).

I had a lazy morning. You know what they are. Where you just sit on your butt and watch TV, think about getting food, but then wont get up and have it because your too darn lazy. Yeah, that was me. The only thing I had to eat before dinner was a granola bar (after that, I wasn't really hunger, hmm. Maybe something is wrong. I swear I'm not anorexic, though. I eat way more than I should usually.)

That brings us to what was so special about today: It was kind of my birthday. My real birthday is on the 18th of July, but it worked out best with my family to celebrate it today.

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Jul. 15th, 2010

dreaming

hello, world.

It's nice to meet you :)

I might as well introduce myself, because most people think that's the polite thing to do.

My name is Brita, and the cliché thing to do would say I'm an average high school girl or say that I'm a "wierd" high school girl. Even so, I find that, depending on your perspective, both descriptions could be absolutely true.

From my perspective, I could think lowly of myself and my lifestyle, and dub it as "average" and "boring" because I'm unhappy with it and expecting more from life. Or, I could describe myself as average because I don't want people to think of me as weird. But then, I could also describe myself as unique, or weird, because I have pride in being different; straying from the norm.

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