Wednesday, March 31, 2004
things to do
→ buy a car
→ train for Vegas tournament...
I can think of at least one of the above that won't exactly happen, and it's not 'unpack'.
Sunday, March 28, 2004
i've officially moved out of the path of incoming jets and into the path of incoming sibling mood swings. (not that they have any, they're PERFECT. ehem.) My new home is up the coast in Encinitas?Cardiff? and i am now co-habitating with my sister, brother and laura. What this means is: a) britt's going to have to find her way around a new neighborhood, b) y'all are going to have to be brave and venture a little bit more North than UCSD, c) moving in with sister = doubled wardrobe!!, d) i can now use all those quarters that i've gotten into the habit of religiously hoarding over the past 6 years for something fun like pinball instead of washing machines. And the best part of all (besides the loving support of my family so dang close): CHEAPER RENT! And you know what that means? CAR PAYMENT!!
Friday, March 26, 2004
well, whaddya think?
a special shout-out to my biggest fan who drunk-dialed me at a quarter to 2am to tell me. thanks.
Monday, March 22, 2004
gooder than good
equals a FABULOUS Saturday night... / Sunday morning.
Friday, March 19, 2004
Emulate the willow that bends to the wind, but doesn't break. In adversity, adapt and overcome.
This makes me nostagically laugh.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
and it can only get better
After the somewhat horrendous and trying days of last week, this week has started off pretty well. Funny how we separate time like that; just because my Monday was remarkably better than last Monday, I figure the next 6 days will be equally good in comparison. Last week I managed to get 2 junior and 1 senior VP pretty ticked off by pointing out to them how they aren't doing their job. With that, there are now a couple of departments 'round here that cower and hide at the sound of my approaching footsteps. I've determined I'm not too much of a threat though, as throughout the week, it just got worse, to the point of me having to come into work on Sunday just to try and catch up with my work after I spent the week cleaning up everyone else's. So this week HAS to be better than that. And it started out great when I checked my bank account and found $2,000 deposited in it for no known reason to me. Some investigating turned up that it was my pension refund that FINALLY came in from Japan, which I had all but written off due to the fact that I had sent all the originals in November, and it was supposed to be bounced back to me in 6-8 weeks. Either way, a blessing since now I have money to put down on a new car, though not enough to get the one I actually want:
ohh mamasita, i'm in love.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
good, but not great
Especially in elementary school, I was the type of student who would be super-bummed if I got a B in a subject instead of an A. Now a B is nothing to balk at, and my parents thought I was nuts to get all down about getting a B, but I would be disappointed in myself if I knew I could have done better, for whatever reason (I was having a bad day when I tested, or I could have actually studied, etc, because in most things, I just walk in cold and do what I gotta do).
I'm reminded of this feeling once more from my B performance at the tournament yesterday. B for bummer.
Friday, March 12, 2004
1. What was the last song you heard?
I have "I'm alright, I'm alriiiight, it only hurts when I breeeeeeathe." in my head (that's Melissa Etheridge, by the way). I'm not sure if it was the last song I heard on the radio, but I know I'm 'hearing' it all the freakin' time.
2. What were the last two movies you saw?
in full? I don't even remember.
3. What were the last three things you purchased?
all food stuffs: Pick Up Stix, fruits and veggies from Henry's, and some 'smooth, rich and always fresh' coffee this mornin'.
4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?
taxes, tournament, karaoke, and buy a car.
5. Who are the last five people you talked to?
One federal tax representative, one CA State tax representative (guess who hasn't done her taxes yet!)(and needs her 2002 info!!), eccentric Eric, the fine but fuzzy Alex, and just got of the phone with my favorite socialite Daniel.
Sandra (Wawanesa Insurance Rep): May I speak to Brittan, please?
*b*: This is she.
Sandra: Hi Brittan, I'm afraid I have to deliver some bad news...
*b*: Uh-oh... okay...
Sandra: Yes, unfortunately I have to tell my insured that she was completely at fault for your accident.
HaHA! Thank goodness logic (due to incriminating photos, but whatever) has prevailed. I guess the other fool-of-a-girl driver tried to first say that she intended to go straight and I just ran into her (she got shot down by her insurance rep who stated if that was her intention, she completely broke the law since she didn't pull into the lane closest to her) and then she dug herself deeper in saying that she didn't see me until the moment of impact (which means she didn't look!). It helps that Sandra wanted 10,000 of my babies, too. I believe her exact words were "You're such a nice person, I want to do whatever I can for you." And that's not even MY insurance company! So hopefully this will all wrap up soon, though the chiro visits may stretch out some. Not that I'm complaining considering the chiro happens to have a massage therapist in his office. FREE MASSAGES!! Life is good.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
"you've gotta take care of yourself."
This seems to be a common theme for me lately. It started when I was contemplating whether I should go to Japan or not. Part of my reasoning was that the time I wanted to go was the same time as our Ryuei Ryu tournament. Duty called louder than Nihon. But sensei told me, "you gotta take care of yourself, britt, because no one else will." In this whole car decision, my Jiminy Cricket practicality is battling with the fun-loving veins that course through me, and the resulting indecision provides plenty of opportunity for my family to tell me to take care of myself. El Chiro was discouraging me from participating in the tournament this weekend, overruling the various reasons I cited for wanting to participate (very little of them having to do with karate at all), and all he could say was "it might be more important to take care of yourself." Okay, okay. I hear you. Not making any promises that I will treat myself any better, but I definitely won't treat myself (or any of you, for that matter) and worse, deal?
Monday, March 08, 2004
your opinion counts... a little...
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