on the road again

Well I did little with my senior skip day. I went out to lunch at chilis then went to the bank to get money to burn over the weekend. After awhile I ended up home alone making dinner for my family who didn't eat it anyway. My family dosent appreciate my cooking anymore. I proceeded to make a yummy strawbery rhubarb pie... No one had a slice and it depressed me. The next day Colton and I decided to take a road trip to Wright Patterson Air Force Museum, about an hour into the trip Colton admits he has no idea how to get there, we pulled over a half an hour later to find a map, we were unsuccessful until in a moment of brilliance I discover my phone has advanced GPS and mapping capabilities. It was brilliant until we figured out my subscription was out.so I compensated by downloading google maps *take that sprint* it worked until we hit constructon that google failed to tell us about. The result was asking for directions and an extra hour of wasted time. But we got there and it was so worth It! Did I happen to mention that his cars AC was broken the whole trip? All of this was on my blackberry while I am supposed to be looking at the directions home!

Urghhgghghhhghghg (zombie translation: brains!!)

The last few days are winding down to a close, and as Mr. A said the zombies have arrived, i have been preparing for this moment the entire year! They said it would happen, it was predicted over and over again, they all said it wouldnt happen to them, now look around! The infection has begun and I must survive!!! I can feel the tention in my english class, you can cut it with a knife. I can hear the labored breathing of the kid who sits somewhere behind me, I can hear the splash of drool as it hits the desk! he is coming for me, I just know it. I have enough time to run if he goes through someone else first (i liked them enough, but not enough to risk my neck for him :) ) i can go for the window, from there everyone else in the room is on their own.

hiding

Todat so far has sucked!because of this I decided to skip choir and hide in the little theater.I am blogging via blackberry hiding in the farthest corner.I knew today would suck when I woke up at 3:30am from a massive lightning strike in my yard which ended up blowing our power! So from the light of my blackberry I found the breaker box and struggled to find the right fuses.most were blown from the surge and needed to be replaced. I tried to find the spares but there were none.so I told my dad to figure it out while I called Toledo Edison.two and a half hours later they show up but its not just our box its the whole outside line that was taken out.so I couldn't shower which sucked I had to get dressed in the dark do my makeup I ended up skipping breakfast and feel like blacking out plus my car window is stuck thankfully in the up position. First period I had to make a pie which failed tremendously because the crust fell apart so I said "screw this* " and did it my way which still sucked.I can't rememb much about second period and now I am sitting in the theater all alone trying to keep myself from falling to pieces.

outside

so we went outside today for CW. and it was amazing, trust me once someone gets me outside I transform into somthing much more fun, and who thought I could be even more awsome than I am already! We had to write about somthing insignificant, while I was playing in the creek (Cutting the bottom of my foot in the process, expecting eather hep B, swine flu, or tetnis to set in whithin 24 hours) I found a golf ball covered in grossness! I wrote about the poor little darling.

Ode to a golf ball I found in the creek one day!
To a tiny golf ball sitting in the bottom of the creek,
so small and insignificant compared to the magjsty of the water,
you are too small to be a home to the crawdaddies,
and you are too big to be swallowed by a fish,
and now you are covered in green slime,
green slime that fules the whole water ecosystem,
the fish eat the green slime,
and so do the crawdaddies,
People don't eat the green slime, but if it wasnt for us the ecosystem would have one less slime covered golf ball.

the end

By brandi phillips

its all good

life is right where I want t0 be, our winterguard team got 1st 2nd 3rd and 3rd state title this year. pretty impresive for our first go around huh. I have been really buisy and its hard to write, all things considered my computer is broken and i am borrowing his. Oh well, good enough right? One acts are the next big project, this should be amazingly fun! Seirra invited me to her party, yay! im so pumped for it too!

buisy

ttfn (ta ta for now)

Remember that saying

When life gives you lemons make lemonaid? Well a few friends of mine came up with a new one a long time ago it goes like this "when life gives you lemons, chuck them at people :)" well life has given me a truckload of lemons and dumped them on top of me.

Today was the worst day of my life, and I am not being dramatic. I always like to tell people there is no such thing as a bad day unless your dead. But today proved to me there can be such a thing as bad days.

1) my friend is ditching his date for turnabout = drama
2) someone was forced into my group that I really really DON'T like = drama
3) my choir teacher is being not nice = Rage
4) I don't get physics and it is making me loose faith in humainty plus I have a D = RAGE
5) Creative writing when i am not feeling creative = Depressing
6) Failing math class by 1% (thank God I don't need the credit) = depressing
7) mom had surgury = depressing
8) crappy jr. High band concert = bleeding ears
9) getting a phone call telling me my mom is in the ER = depressing
10) getting the email saying that your OIPA solo was not recived in time even though you put 2 months of work into it = rage
11) a 3 page law paper due tomorrow when I am trying to keep my cool and wait for my dad to call from the ER = rage/depression/exaustion
12) needing a shower but afraid you will miss the phone call
13) almost hitting a dog and a random guy running in the street wearing dark clothing on the way home after finding out mom was in the ER = RAGE

yea, it may not seem so bad, but it really is.

I could write a book on the travels that I go about in life

well this is the second time that i have written this blog, now i am raging because of it. The main point and topic was the reason i blog so much. I love to talk, people find it unattractive and annoying but i enjoy it immensely. Perhaps it is because i love to share my random source of knowlage that i come acrossed, or even perhaps my adventures are worth blogging about, you see I could write a novel on the random occurences in my life. But most of the time I end up talkign about: dirty things in general (thanks angela's ashes) 4chan (rule 1), the game, complaining, rage, meaning of life, religon, politics, or the classes and people i come across in my life. In the meantime while I rage, tis' to google i must go to find somthing to "put a smile on that face"....
...
....
"why so serious"
"uhm, I don't understand"
"why so serious"
"who are you"
"why so serious"
*inner thoughts* *hmm first i am all like 0_o*
*akward pause*
"serious so why?"
*and now I am all like -_-*
"you know what"
"what?"
*takes a pokeball out of pocket*
"Go raptorsauris!"
*a raptosaurus apperes wearing rolerskates and a rocket pack, holding a chainsaw*
"??????????!!!!!!!!!?!?!?!?!"
"Raptorsaurious, when you have to kill the most annoying thing in the room"
*joker dies*
* :) *

Creative writing

Its hard but quite fun, im just bummed because we have to follow "rules" I am more of a free verse kind of girl anyway.

perhaps though in time we may see,
the things that will be,
understand the things that were,
or even correct the wrongs that we have let go astray,
It may not be today,
nor tomorrow,
but years from now when our children,
are grown and wise they can look back on what we did,
and declare that our generation was not a waste after all,
but spread our hands,
and opened our hearts to a world,
that is not shrowded in the darkness of hate or war,
but glows with peace and contentment.

you see I made that up all by myself right on the spot, man I am going to be famous some day :)

-_-

My weekend was actually pretty intense...Intense drama while hanging 10,000ft in the air to be exact. I was involved in 1 acts this weekend and acted Fri. and Sat, bolth went exeptionally well. Friday I partied at Max and Erma's with the cast and crew. That involved an epic incident including, getting epicly lost, speeding, almost killing everyone in my car, a lucky fork, a hot waiter, a fizzy watermellon, granny, and a lost wallet. (there will be a short story about this soon im sure)

Saterday, included going to see the movie Coroline, it was fantastic! I paid with a random movie ticket I ended up finding on a random shelf at borders, which included 10$off so I actually saw the movie for free with a friend, after the movie I realized it was 6:30 and I had to be ready and there in 30 min! So I ended up having my boyfriend drive while I attempted to completly change my clothes in the car (thanks for making it akward) Then the night intaled a stinky box, poping Kramer Lindsly's bubble, garlic mashed potato's, and an akward conversation with my boyfriend's mother.

Sunday, I slept really late 11am, woke my boyfriend up, went to China 1 for lunch (mmmmm noodles), went for a walk in the park, toured the mannor house, made some dinner, talked about college with mom, ran back to boyfriends house for keys to the church, came home and got distracted by the internet. College is going to be really intensly hard to figure out for me, conidering I have the attention span of a hampster on crack for sure. I am never satisfied with anything so, I cant choose my college or my major (its changed twice this year). And now its 11:05 and I have caught myself monologing which is pretty bad for me. Here is some creative writing to contribute to the rant.

Winds of the hourglass

Where are the winds of fate going to take me,

I feel like I am going nowhere,

Almost like I don't have what takes to survive the journey,

I shouldn't have to worry now,

There is nothing I can do,

Yet,

I may be weak,

But the weak become the strong,

Perhaps only the strong survive,

like the stars that hold up the sky,

maybie its my fate to fall before them,

or is it my destany to rise above them.

people are very childish

So I noticed today while I was in the bathroom, the entire wall of the bathroom was covered with graffiti! Really people, graffiti? Still drawing on the walls at 15-18, how old are people really 2? "Oh my gosh guys I just wrote the F word on the bathroom stall wall, I'm so like cool *giggle*" Come ON how mature are people to deface their school, people complain all the time about our school and how we have graffiti, if people didn't deface public property thinking it was cool we wouldn't have this problem now would we.

I hate ignorant childish people...A LOT!

http://srilla.blogspot.com/

While I was searching around blogger I came across this particular blog. Dream, I loved the picture that was posted, it really brought me back to my roots with writing and how it all started with a picture. Her recollection of dreams and how they related to her actually related to me and my blog. It was written in a style that I tend to copy, dreamy, happy, bubbly, etc. I really enjoyed it even though there was only one picture and one post. Well, doing the assignment at 10:48pm kind of messes with your perception on things big and small. Oh well, I enjoyed it now and perhaps I will enjoy it later.

Fear can make you sick

last Wed. I began to feel ill, yet my doctor would not be in the office to treat me until the following Monday. I have been quietly miserable for the past 5 days, I have practiced from 3-5 every day I have traveled 200 miles from home, I preformed like it was my last time (yet there is still 2 more to go) Apparently some people are tired of my "whining" well I finally "whined" to my doctor and now I am scheduled for an ultrasound (no I am NOT pregnant thank you) a dye test for my kidneys, and several blood panels. Truth be told I should not be worried about what they will find but I got to thinking for a long period of time and I am now rather frightened for my already shakey health. Blogging I find is actually helps me write good poems, and short stories; because instead of having things floating around in my head, my ideas are floating around on the internet a place where I can easily navigate and find again.

Golly gee wiz I do love the internet

That should have been my last breath

I didn't see the light change,
I didn't see the other driver,
I should have been looking,
my eyes should have been sharper,
All I saw was the black pavement,
Then I saw the headlights,
My short life flashed before me,
birthday parties, girls night out, my first kiss, my last breath
I wish I had more time to say goodbye before I go,
But it looks like my number has been drawn,
I silently thank God for my opportunity for life,
I'm just angry that I threw it all away on a red light,
But in the time it takes for my heart to beat,
my foot slams on the breaks,
His green SUV gleams in my headlights,
Less than an inch from death,
A single tear rolls down my face,
One more breath fills my lungs,
that should have been my last breath,
But it looks my guardian angel has protected me again,
As I drive away I think about life and what it means to me,
I'm obviously destined to do great things,
but one thing is for sure,
That should have been my last breath,
And I will never waste it on a red light.

Tonight I should have died, but in a pure stroke of luck I managed to get through yet again without a scratch. Its a wonder to me, I have gotten into so many incidents that should have taken my life, hit by a car, head injurys, near drowning, trapped, poision. I belive in a higher power, but tonight I saw God in the headlights of an SUV.

life with no cell phone.

To me Blackberry's are the most advanced and awsome phone I have ever laid my hands on. I recieved one for Christmas from my father, two days later I went to the mall to see Twilight; well karma must have come back around in the worst way possible when my phone got run over by a car in the parking lot, it is almost Feburary and still no phone. But I notice I am a happier person without my phone. I don't have the urge to text in school, random people are not calling me at random hours of the night, I am not obsessing over missing a call, or calling someone else and I just generally feel better about my whole situation. Its funny how life works out that way, I wouldn't mind getting my cell phone back. *bell rings* Gotta go!

Snow day

Well today is Wed. and last night we had a few inches of snowfall, just enough to close down school for the day. Which is great in perspective if you were not in my situation. My computer is completly dead (I am using my dad's forbidden office computer), I have a torn muscle in my right shoulder (which is very bad considering I have to compete on Sat), and I don't really like the cold all that much.
But on a happier note, I am preparing for college with essays and visits. Truth be told it is a lot harder than I first expected. Oh well, I guess that is alright with me mostly becuase I love a good challenge. I'm scouring foodnetwork for a yummy dessert for tonight, probably a lemon fluff, or somthing else with lemon in it. *hears footsteps*

got to go now!!

I miss Jon

I sent him with my blessing


I have a friend, who holds a very dear place in my heart,
To me he was special from the very start,

He was cordial and refined and never seemed to mind,
when you asked a favor of any kind,

The days grew shorter as our friendship got longer,
The lessons he taught me that summer made me feel all the stronger,

Sadly enough our time together was nearly finished,
And when he read that letter, my hope for more time diminished,

He was leaving to serve in our armed forces,
Our lives together had taken different courses,

He promised he would come home, and then we could have more fun together,
But that time to me seemed forever,

The dawn on our final day seemed to fly,
my hope for him to stay had died,

I tried to keep the tears back, tried to stay strong,
But when he broke down first my will to stay strong had surly gone,

He told me I would be the friend he would always cherish,
Even if he were to somehow perish,

We said our fareells, tears burning in our eyes,
But I could not bring myhself to say "goodbye"

So as I gave him one last glance I finally managed to speak,
I will see you later, but It came out in a squeak,

The feelings we shared were deep and were felt down to the core,
Beautiful friendship will outshine all of the darkness of war,

And on the day he comes back,
I will be waiting as the friend who never let her heart turn black.

This poem was written in loving memory of my good friend Jon, just a few weeks ago we had to say goodbye when he was being shipped off to boot camp. During the time we were together he had taught me quite a few lessons about life. His brother was dying so Jon stood strong and taught me about life, how it is short and there is never enough time to say goodbye. He taught me how to be patient when my temper was short. To him freedom was riding on his motercycle with me attached to the back (terrified laughter coming from out of our helmets) and getting ice cream. He is so proud to be serving our country, and even though he was scared Jon knew it was the right thing to do. Our emotions were frayed in the end, and I ended up crying for at least two hours into the night. Pesonally I think this poem captures the reader and puts them into a special place where they can think about what friendship means to them, and what they would do if they had very little time left with said friend. The rhyme scheme I think added a little bit of lightness to a poem which would have been otherwise very sad and depressing. But the message is very clearly staded "Beautiful friendship will outshine all of the darkness of war" the question of what war is up to the reader, internal or external. Needless to say I miss my friend Jon very much, and giving him one last hug goodbye was the sadest and the hardest thing I have ever had to do.

*God bless the soldier, the patriot, and the man. For you do not hold the sword in vein, you are a messenger of God, and His hand of mercy*

My computer has AIDS

well, as of right now on a Sunday afternoon I am sitting on my boyfriends bed using his computer. The reason I am using his computer is because mine has AIDS, not HIV or some sort of evil STD for computers full blown AIDS. I discovered this after my computer sent me a message telling me that "windows XP is not a real program and is not compatible with windows XP" my face was like this -_- and then I cried. So now I have to use his computer, which in the end makes me RAGE! Like no one has ever seen before (however his computer is much nicer than mine and works so much better, perhaps this could be a good thing) I have done everything to try and fix my peice of junk that the manufacturers from Dell call a computer, but in the end my computer will end up dying from this terrible computer AIDS, well my computer did warn me about a Trojan, but Trojans prevent AIDS right? WRONG! So now I have to send my computer in for service which really stinks for me because I have Creative Writing, Drama II, and Law, all of which are classes that require the use of the amazing Internet. Which starting today is a very unattainable source.

Ripple Effect

Brandi is my name and writing is my game, I like to stir the surface of the water and bring the creatures down below to the surface. Sometimes its good to cause a little ripple, but it becomes a problem when you make waves. In life there are many things worth enjoying, reading, writing, riding a bike on a summer day, things of the sort. I am a simple woman, who enjoys those specific pleasures. But I do have a passion for the color guard, spinning colors in mid-air kind of has that calming effect on a person. I'm good at what I do, plus I'm extreamly competitive I don't like to lose, and this little life game is no different. The game of life to me should be played hard, there is no time to be timid because you never really know when its all going to be pulled out from under you, like a rug attached to a speeding train. Yes, it really happens that fast. But on a lighter note the sky is clear today, cold but clear none the less. My mind is actually pretty empty and to me there is nothing really worth talking about, but alas the teacher is reading over my shoulder so I will pretend to write somthing of importance.

Other than my name and the things that I enjoy doing in my free time. I am 18 years old and have a pretty stable job that pays minimum wage $5.30 an hour (for workers who earn tips and such). I make ice cream and chili dogs to serve to the people of Sylvania.

*bell rings*

got to go!