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Wednesday, March 31, 2004

things to do
→ unpack
buy the hoobastank cd (the lead singer's hot!)
→ buy a car
japanese midterm
→ 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


plus this:

equals a FABULOUS Saturday night... / Sunday morning.

Friday, March 19, 2004

Be flexible.
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

Friday Five
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...

What kind of car should *britt* get?
Toyota RAV4
Honda Civic LX
New Beetle GLS
Hyundai Santa Fe
Jetta GL 1.8T

View current results
viva: *britt* @ 11:49 AM

Friday, March 05, 2004

ahh, sweet nostalgia
I'm in a much better place today. My mommy bought a new car for herself (happy birthday to her!), so I don't need to worry about monopolizing the one she's letting me borrow. I called the other girl's insurance company and made them quite aware I have ammunition. I feel a little achey, but a cookie from Frank almost helped that. And I'm supposed to go have lunch with a dear lady soon, if only she'd stop pushing the time back on me. Should be a fabulous weekend, especially if I can get the well-intentioned voices to not take so much mind space of mine. That being said, here's a blast-to-the-past Friday Five:
What was...
1. ...your first grade teacher's name?

Carolyn Gilbert. She was cool. She probably still is cool, but just a lot older now.
2. ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?
Hmm, I liked game shows more.
3. ...the name of your very first best friend?
Suzanne Heather Oakland.
4. ...your favorite breakfast cereal?
Kix, or chocolate Malt-O-Meal.
5. ...your favorite thing to do after school?
Girl Scouts, plays, or art. I was a delicate child ; )

Thursday, March 04, 2004

don't be alarmed, this depression was predicted
This sucks. And it sucks, and just sucks, and there's not much that anyone can do other than give a hug and a sympathetic frown of "that sucks." But it's okay that I feel this way, because the chiro told me that it was expected due to the circumstances. Maybe my psychic chiro should talk to my psychic mother, and I'll have no questions 'bout life a'tall.

The part that is probably most stressful is the overwhelming flood of well-intentioned advice that is washing over me. I appreciate the input, but it's making my head spin, and I'm already in a big ol' state of self-doubt to begin with. I feel like I shouldn't be stressed about all of this; I'm a big girl, I should be able to handle it. But my friend Kayleen, who recently had a much worse accident than I, brought up an excellent point. As much as we want to charge ahead and just take care of whatever it is that we need to do, we inherently long for someone to take care of us, but will reject the slightest notion of it, especially if we imagine we're intruding on someone else. Tough spot to get out of. But I'm open to change, so any empathetic, sensitive, hot guys who want to step up to the challenge, I'm reviewing applications.

And to make me, and hopefully you too, dear reader, feel a little better, consider this:
1. At least 5 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.

4. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

5. Every night, someone thinks about you before they go to sleep.

6. You mean the world to someone.

7. If not for you, someone may not be living.

8. You are special and unique.

9. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

10. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.

11. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.

12. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you believe in yourself, probably, sooner or later, you will get it.

13. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

14. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know. (I tend to do this a lot. Not so sure if it's always the right thing, but it does make me feel better.)

15. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they are great.

Tuesday, March 02, 2004

My spine sounds like it was a bag of Pop Rocks in its former life. Although I am one of those "nature heals itself" kind of people, I decided that I've never really had any sort of trauma involving my spine, and maybe this time I should get it checked out by a pro.

and now I feel worse than when I started.

Supposedly the feeling is supposed to go away, but with 3 more visits scheduled, I'm dreading the return to the chiropractor. I do have to gloat for a moment; he was so impressed by my flexibility to begin with, he kept saying "are you sure you were this flexible before the accident?" Made his job a little tougher though. Can't say I'm sorry about that either. Worst part is that I'm confined to walking as the extent of my physical activity, and not even walking for health reasons. Does he not understand I get a bit loony if I'm not allowed to run around a bit? That being said, I left out the part about me going to karate practice last night...

Monday, March 01, 2004

screeching tires, breaking glass, crunching metal
Well, that was my weekend, how was yours?
I think the only thing worse than getting into a car accident Friday night and dubbing my car El Cruncho, is hearing about your mother's premonition from 3 days ago about how she just knew you were going to get into said accident. Much love to the Mom, but at times like these, finding out you (and not your sister, brother, or dad) have been the one pre-ordained to have the crashing fun, well that really isn't all that comforting.

Actually, not having a car is worse than that. And from not even a pretty pretty princess view, either, but more on a "how am I going to get to work/karate/class/grocery store/Vegas?" level. At least it let me power through 400 pages of (horrible) Harry Potter and spend some quality time with Doc and the Sees-ter... and that ain't bad. And maybe by the time I get my car back from the shop, my new license plates will be here, and it be just like a new beginning. {{sigh}}

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