Future Thoughts

Just like every other Senior
I'm nervous as nervous can be
But I find myself with another
Quite unexpected emotion
I'm feeling strangely sentimental

I think back to the days
When we were so
Insecure
Apprehensive
Anxious
And downright terrified

Now it's time for us to prepare
For this barrage of emotion
All over again
A new roller coaster to enjoy

We've got lives that need LIVING!

The Dreaded Wall

One of the most frustrating little things in the world to deal with has got to be writers block. You're just looking at a screen almost as blank as the look on your face. Its like spontaneously developing ADHD and having it go into overdrive along with a little cocaine on the side. I can't focus on a single topic. I start to type something out but I loose interest or I think of something better than what I was working on at that moment. And then I later realize that the new topic is just as bad as the previous one. I can't stand the wall!!!

Are we nothing but leaves now?
Just waiting for the day
When we turn dark in color
And fall from the tree?
Are we to just wait?
Wait to become specks of dust
Just drifting form place to place?
Is or time as blossoms on the branch
Over and done with
Just like that?
If it is.
Help me to say goodbye.

Is it just me or are blogs becoming more and more difficult? I'm beginning to run out of ideas for my postings. I definetly need some inspiration for these things. Anyone want to be my muse and give me strokes of genius? It would be greatly appreciated!

This video is hilarious! There is a ton of videos like this on youtube! Check them out! It is amazing how well this baby can mimic a preacher! It truly is amazing what infants are capable of.

What's a girl to do?

From the day of my first visit to the movie theater, I have wanted to be an actress. I had dreams of one day being in front of a camera. I could play the struggling artist, the damsel in distress, maybe the goregous heroine who saves the day. But lately these dreams have become a memory of a distant childhood. A wish that will never come true. These days you have to think realistically, and a job where you are paid millions to portray someone else isn't all that real. As a freshman, I was able to see myself in a school of the arts, and preparing for a career as a leading lady. It now seems to be that I have two years in Delta and a couple more years in a four year to look forward to. Keeping me further from what I have been dreaming of. I have been wanting to act for as long as I can remember, and everyday it seems less and less likely that it will happen. I may need a miracle to get me started in show business.

Never EVER again will I ever use my iPod to blog!!! This is my third attempt to post a single blog! I just wrote an entire blog about the incredibly stupid things that my sister says and the site just signed me out when I tried to preview the post! ARRRRRRG! Never EVER again!!!

I truly and honestly believe that prom and other formal events were invented to torture women! We spend so much time and money to try and look beautiful for a few hours and then the next day life just goes on like nothing happend. Along with that, formal occasions do nothing but rip a girls self esteem to shreds! I don't know about anyone else but when I went to formal, I was self conscious to the point of nearly having an anxiety attack. I felt like, compared to other girls, I was nothing. Compared to the others, I didn't feel pretty. Whatsoever. I did nothing but pick myself apart the entire night! It's like every single flaw that I have was covered in bright neon yellow paint, just screaming at everyone. I think that this is the reason why I have never gone to formal before. I beat myself up and tear myself to pieces.

Ummm...

Recently I have put up postings of some of my favorite lyrics on my blog. I didn't mean to break any copyright laws or anything like that. I just admire these artists' works. The songs were by Florence + The Machine and Mumford & Sons. I don't want to be sued or something. So Yeah... As you can tell, I really don't know what to say. Sorry about this...

Sparks

To be perfectly honest,

I do feel 

Like a plastic bag

Drifting through the wind.

But my thing is

I don't want to be

The firework.

Beautiful for just seconds

I want to be the spark

That causes the fire. 

I want to be the catalyst

That starts the 

Chain reaction.

Just some more of my Favorite Lyrics (Different Band)

It's empty in the valley of your heart
The Sun, it rises slowly as you walk
Away from all the fears and all the
Faults you left behind

The harvest left no food for you to eat
You cannibal, you meat eater you see,
But I have seen the same,
I know the shame in your defeat

But I will hold on hope,
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck.

And I'll find strength in pain,
And I will change my ways'
I'll know my name as it's called again.

"Cause I have other things to fill my time.
You take what is yours and I'll take mine.
Now let me at the truth which will
Refresh my broken mind.

So tie me to a post and block my ears.
I can see widows and orphans through my tears

I know my call despite my faults
And despite my growing fears.

But I will hold on hope,
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck.

And I'll find strength in pain,
And I will change my ways'

I'll know my name as it's called again.

So come out of your cave walking on your hands.
And see the world hanging upside down.
You can understand dependence
When you know the makers hand.

So make your sirens call,
And sing all you want,

I will not hear what you have to say.

'Cause I need freedom now,
And I need to know how,
To live my life as it's meant to be.
 
And I will hold on hope,
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck.

And I'll find strength in pain,
And I will change my ways'

I'll know my name as it's called again.

Just give me a second darling to clear my head

Just put down those scissors baby on the single thread

The sand in the hourglass is running low

I came through the cold wind, the rain, and the snow

To find you awake at your window sill

A sight for sore eyesand a view to kill

I broke down in horror at you standing there

The glow from the moon shown through the cracks in your hair

I shouted with passion, "I love you so much"

But feeling my skin, it was cold to the touch

You whispered where are you, I questioned your doubt

I soon realized you were talking to God now

But you've got blood on your hands

And I know its mine

I just need more time

So get off your low

Lets dance like we used too

And there's a light in the distance

Waiting for me and I will wait for you

So get off your low

 Lets kiss like we used too

I looked in the mirror but something was wrong

I saw you behind me but my reflection was gone

There was smoke in the fireplace as white as the snow

A voice beckoned gently, "Now it's time to go."

A requiem plays as you beg for forgiveness

"Don't touch me!" I screamed, "I've got un finished business!"

But you've got blood on your hands

And I know its mine

I just need more time

So get off your low

Lets dance like we used too

And there's a light in the distance

Waiting for me and I will wait for you

So get off your low

 Lets kiss like we used too

But you've got blood on your hands

And I know its mine

I just need more time

So get off your low

Lets dance like we used too

And there's a light in the distance

Waiting for me and I will wait for you

So get off your low

 Lets kiss like we used too

I've Been Thinking

Many of you can remember back to the writing topic,

"All names have meanings. What does your name mean?"

I told you all that my name, Brittany Noel Schwartz, is a very European name.

When translated into modern English, my name is Loyal Christmas Black.

When we finished sharing, there was a 10 minute reflection write. 

Two or three people shared then Haskett called on me.

But instead of calling me her usual Brit, Miss. Brit, or just Brittany;

Haskett called me Christmas.

The sound waves hit my ear drums like a speeding car.

I then realized just how much I wanted a nick name.

I loved being called Christmas for some odd reason.

So I've been thinking that it would be pretty awesome to be called Christmas.

If you don't want to call me Christmas, you don't need to.

Brittany or Brit is just fine.

I just thought it would be nice.

My favorite lyrics that make no sence when just read out loud

I'm not calling you a liar

Just don't lie to me
I'm not calling you a theif
Just don't steal from me
I'm not calling you a ghost
Just stop haunting me
And I love you so much
I'm gonna let you kill me

There's a ghost in my lungs
And it sighs im my sleep
Wraps itself around my tounge
As it softly speaks
Then it walks, then it walks
With my legs
To fall, To fall, To fall
At your feet

There but for the grace of God go I

And When you Kiss me
I am happy enough to die

I'm not calling you a lier
Just don't lie to me
And I love you so much
I'm gonna let you
I'm not calling you a thief
Just don't
And I love you so much
I'm not calling you a ghost
Just stop

There's a ghost in my mouth and it talks in my sleep
Wraps itself around my tongue
As it softly speaks
Then it walks, then it walks, then it walks
With my legs
To fall, to fall, to fall, to fall, to fall,
To fall, to fall, to fall, to fall, to fall
To fall, to fall at your feet

There but for the grace of God go I

And When you Kiss me
I am happy enough to die

You hit me once

I hit you back

You gave a kick 

I gave a slap

You smashed a plate

Over my head 

And I set fire to our bed

My black eye casts on shadow

Your red eye sees nothing 

Your slaps don't stick

Your kicks don't hit

So we remain the same 

Love sticks

Sweat drips

Berak the lock if it don't fit

A kick in the teeth is good for some

A kiss with a fist is better than none

A kiss with a fist is better than none

Broke your jaw once before

I spilled your blood upon the floor

You broke my leg in return 

So sit back and let the bed burn

Love sticks

Sweat drips

Sweat drips break the lock if it don't fit

A kick in the teeth is good for some

A kiss with a fist is better than none

You hit me once

I hit you back

You gave a kick 

I gave a slap

You smashed a plate

Over my head 

And I set fire to our bed

There's a drumming noise inside my head

And it starts when your around

Swear that you could hear it 

It makes such an O, mighty sound

There's a drumming noise inside my head

And it throws me to the ground

Swear that you should hear it 

It makes makes such an O, mighty sound

Louder than sirens

Louder than bells

Sweeter than Heaven

And hotter than Hell

I ran to a tower

Where the church bells chime 

I hope that they

Would clear up my mind

They left a ringing

In my ear

Well that drums still beating

Loud and Clear

Louder than sirens

Louder than bells

Sweeter than Heaven

And hotter than Hell

Louder than sirens

Louder than bells

Sweeter than Heaven

And hotter than Hell

Louder than sirens

Louder than bells

Sweeter than Heaven

And hotter than Hell

As I move my feet

Towards your body

I can feel this beat

It fills my head up and gets

Louder and Louder

It fills my head up and gets

Louder and Louder

As I move my feet

Towards your body

I can feel this beat

It fills my head up and gets

Louder and Louder

It fills my head up and gets

Louder and Louder