Watch me all you want, eye...

Im sitting here at the computer at school, and lately theyve been getting anal retentive about watching me. Not someone standing over my shoulder watching me, because David, my instructor has really given up caring. The surveillance Im speaking about it internet based. I know you've all seen that glaring eye at the bottom of your screen with that stupid red symbol on it. That one. That stupid attempt at Big Brother circa George Orwell's 1984.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that I care if I get in trouble; hell I called David a jackass to his face 2 weeks ago, and that Monday, he apologized to me. I have them all wrapped up well enough. It's just that the little eye is so annoying. And oddly symmetrical.

$@#&!!!

Alrighty then. Im highly annoyed and largely aggravated. I'm never in a writing mood anymore and it happens to be ten to three in the morning, when I tend to come up with my best ideas. I'm sitting on John's computer, writing what should be an amazing story response to a challenge and I accidentally hit a wrong button, and oops, there goes the entire damn thing without saving. Why? Cause its fucking LINUX! It's a damn good fucking thing that I wrote down all my plot in a notebook first, otherwise John would be missing a computer come morning.

Just for the record, Linux is no better than a real computer. Real computers don't need a mascot.

Brena

Ryan

He is maddening;
absolutely intoxicatingly
infuriating -
imaginatively wonderfully
demeaning in a manor
of the finest physicians of the mind.

He is frustrating;
amazingly splendidly
aggravating - a character
actor to the nth degree,
fooling everyone with
his calm facade.

Chaos of ages
long gone wreak eternal havoc
inside a brilliant
yet sick and sadistic
mind.
I look at him and
see a portrait of me.

I look at him and see
where I used to reside -
a cold and bitter heart and
a cold and bitter mind.
We are maddening.

So, It's Monday...

Hello, world. Welcome to Monday. Nothing really exciting going on as of now, but I've had a busy week. Thursday paid me well. I expected to see roughly fifty dollars and instead, ONE-TWENTY was handed to me. So I bought smokes first, because, well... we all know how I am without cigarettes. I can honestly say I now understand why my mom's a bitch when it comes to smoking. While at the Husky, I ran into an old co-worker from Sobeys. We wound up sitting and having a smoke together on her break and I found out the best news I had heard in a long while. You see, my ex Zack cheated on me with my best friend. Understandably, I was heartbroken - but my older sister told me not to worry about it too much, that they'd get theirs in the end. Well, Anita - the old co-worker - told me something that made my day. Jocelyn - the ex-best friend, is seven months pregnant - at nineteen years old - with Zack's baby, and he left her, so now she's trying to pin it on HER ex. Ah, what a tangled web we weave. I love getting ironic revenge when I don't actually have to DO anything to achieve it. Bwahahahaha.

Thursday evening we, as in Joshua and I, went to Rosarios for the Idol competition. I didn't place, but am going back again this week with 2 new songs. This time, we'll attempt to wow the judges with These Boots Are Made For Walking by Nancy Sinatra and I Would Do Anything For Love by Meatloaf. The Meatloaf song got me to Semi's last year, so lets hope it works again. Last night, Joshua took my for my audition at the Walterdale Playhouse for Steel Magnolias after we went for dinner - hey, I made decent tips yesterday - and I was kind of twitchy because:

1. It was raining and freaking cold both inside and out of the theatre
   
2. My feet kind of hurt
   
3. I hadnt done an audition in a very long time
   
4. And I wasnt sure the monologue I memorized actually existed. Yknow, false information on the internet and whatnot. Grr.
   

Anyways, I can't be completly certain if the audition was a success. I didnt feel a good vibe from it, but you never know. Last time I thought I did well, I didnt. Turns out I wasnt blonde enough. Bah Humbug. All that I can do is wait. Tempus Fugit and whatnot.

Ta Ta for Now,

Brena Soon-to-be-Storms

Intro: Somebody Needs A Smoke

So I just made a blog, and Im nicking out completely. Ive had one cigarette since I woke up this morning and would kill for another right now. Anyone who says they could just quit like *that* is a fucking idiot. Come on. Im 19 years old and have only been smoking for just over a year and already I cant go more than a couple hours without one. At least I had BB7Dish to save me from supreme boredom and fretting about my lack of nicotine.

One more day until eviction. This week will be explosive.

*Go Dr. Will!*