a not-so-holsum experience.

I was entered into the spelling bee in 7th grade based on my amazing abilities to uh.. spell. several rounds in, no one STILL hasn't misspelled a word. and here I was thinking I was the only smart one.

*flashback*

when I was younger, or up until 7th grade, I would go grocery shopping with my mom. I remember certain foods as a child and there is this brand of bread that has stuck with me for as long as I can remember... and will most likely haunt me forever. HOLSUM bread.

*foreshadowing*

now that I basically gave it away, you guessed it.... I was asked to spell the word "Wholesome." The sad thing about it was that I spelled out the letters H-O-L-S-U-M with such confidence! Not only did I spell it wrong, but it was spelled in the WORST way possible!!! how I hated hearing that *ding!* of the bell after I finished... I'm thinking about suing the company for influencing kids to spell terribly.

newest member of uhh... britt's family?

Brittany's boyfriend, Merek, bought a french bulldog a couple months ago. His name is Rufus (Roux) Maxwell Davis. He is a doll. And he loves me the most. Or maybe I have some weird odor that attracts him to me. Just wanted to brag about this little guy that isn't even mine.

facebook addict? nahh.

Ahh I once again find myself sitting here, wishing I would have been more religious about keeping a daily (or weekly?) blog. I also once again deleted my facebook account which is probably my 4th time doing so, the reason being school. Homework is piling up and it's almost October which means MIDTERMS are around the corner. School is basically kicking my butt this semester and I need to crack down and FOCUS (or whatever that saying is)... no more distractions of who commented on what photos and what parties people are going to. Sooo everything is okay now since I deleted facebook.... right???? Hmm or it's probably a pathetic excuse. Maybe I was a facebook addict? Maaaaaybe I wasn't... I guess no one will ever knowwww :)

the pervert.

Several weeks ago, I attended the Renaissance Festival with my sister Ali, her boyfriend Rodrigo, and my best friend, Jordan. And I met the biggest pervert EVER. Literally. You would think that there would be pervs everywhere, obviously, it's the renaissance, of course you'll find a lot of em' yelling obscene and vulgar language at you. But never TOUCH you...

It was a fun day and before we headed out, we decided to make one last stop to ride the elephants. Ali and Rodrigo went ahead while Jordan and I videotaped and took pictures of them. Afterwards, Ali and I wanted to take a picture standing next to the elephant. I mean, elephants are pretty rad, right? You don't get this kind of opportunity very often! Turns out that all the elephant wanted was a little action. Right as Rodrigo took the picture, the elephant whips its trunk across Ali annnnd grabs my chest (as well as spewing wet grass all over me... not a big deal). It was quite a shock... obviously... the picture says it all. What a perv.

never again.

grrrr.

So I attempted to write a blog today, not just because I only have one so far, (if it counts as one), but because I am trying to get back into the blogging world. Used to have one... then erased it... now i have a new one, yada yada yada... long story. SO. After working on one all day long, (ya that's how sucky of a blogger I am), surprise surprise, everything somehow got deleted AUTOMATICALLY. So basically, it appears that the website has become alive. This happens to computers and robots sometimes. Am I scared of a stupid computer? Please. The computer should be scared of me. Thank you Dwight Schrute.

Ok my hands hurt. Maybe carpal tunnel disease.

hi. i suck at blogging.