Wednesday, March 31, 2010

urban. dictionary.

urban dictionary rules:

   1. go to and type in your answers to the following questions.
   2. post the first definition it gives you.

1. your name: brandi

an all around awesome kind of girl. when girls are jealous of brandis, they often express hostility because they are not up to par. the thing about brandi is that she still keeps her cool and is pretty fun to be with.

i wish i was drinking some brandy with brandi right now.

2. your age: 27
the age all rockstars die at:
jimi hendrix
jim morrison
janis joplin
kurt cobain
alexander the great
james dean
river phoenix
brad nowell (lead singer to sublime) died at the age of 28 years and 2 days (2 days from joining the club)

3. one of your friends: erin
erin is a female who has the body of a goddess and the brain of a genius. men are drawn to her good looks and her awsome sense of humour. out of all the females in the world its the erins who rule.

4. what should you be doing: cleaning
(v) the act of shoving everything in a closet and calling it decent.

5. favorite color: aqua
an european dance pop group of keyboardists søren rasted and claus norreen, and rapper rené dif from denmark, and singer lené nystrøm rasted from norway. they had huge hits like "lollipop (candyman)," "doctor jones," "turn back time," "cartoon heroes," and of course, "barbie girl." they released two albums, "aquarium" and "aquarius." their songs are infectiously catchy, so that you know it's bad pop music, but you can't help but listen to it and secretly like the dance grooves. their characteristic electronic sound features the girlish vocals of lené clashing with the rather interesting low male voice of rené.

7. month of your birth: november
the month in which the most babies are born. and which, by chance, is exactly nine months after february.

8. last person you talked to (in person): mom
the person who might have raised you, normally a woman

9. one of your nicknames: chica
a name for a girl, preferably an extremely hot latin girl, that you find pride in just knowing her.

Monday, March 29, 2010

feliz cumpleaños!

my dear sweet blog is two years old today.
happy birthday, dear blog; may there be many more!

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


i just stumbled across an opportunity to assist a fellow grad student in her research for her thesis.  

 she's writing about internet folklore and blogging and needs the assistance of fellow bloggers.  

check her site out, answer her questionnaire, and help a girl get her degree.

the king and i

Thursday, March 18, 2010

the ULtimate end to a day...

i'm so proud of my 
best bud!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

more details to come...

Wednesday, March 17, 2010


i've been tagged by a dear friend! here are the instructions on the tag:

"go to your documents folder (or wherever you store your photos) and go to your 6th picture folder, then go to the 6th picture in that folder and post it on your blog. tell a story about it."

this pic was taken on my birthday in 2008 outside of mr. chopsticks in denton (funny how we can remember specifics for certain things).  i had just had lunch with my very best friend at my favorite little italian dive, and he had just given me my birthday present:  an ipod shuffle that we immediately named cuthbert the weepod.  since i tend to document everything in photos, i snapped a picture from inside my school bag (notice the post-it flags) while waiting in the car for another friend to arrive for another birthday celebration.  

that's that.  

tag fulfilled.

Thursday, March 4, 2010

the post never created...

i wrote this days ago while sitting in a library, waiting on my next class to begin.

yesterday was a debacle.  i went to vote in the primary for an upcoming local election.

i always vote.  early.  i'm the perfect voting citizen; i show up early, current voter registration card in hand, with a smile on my face.  i'm always polite to the poll workers, even when they can't seem to figure out the computer.

i've voted in every election--local, state, and national--since i turned eighteen.  i've braved horrifically long lines, freezing temperatures, snow, and really rude people to exercise my civic duty and make my voice heard.  my voting experiences have always been good.  until now.

for nine years, my early voting location has been the same.  yesterday, i crawl out of bed, grab my registration card, brave the cold, and head to the polls.

but they weren't there.

being a responsible voter, i called the number on my registration card, discovered that the location had been moved, and drove to it.  i knew as soon as i heard the new location that voting was not going to be fun.

upon pulling into the parking lot, i saw two rather disheartening things:  sleazy politicians out to shake hands and kiss babies in a desperate attempt for some last minute additions to their constituencies, and something even worse:  geese.

i am terrified of geese.  they're shifty and untrustworthy.  the new polling location, a charming stone building next to an idyllic pond, was teeming with them.

after parking and making sure that the coast was clear, i hopped out and ran inside.  i was greeted by a friendly older woman who could not get my card to scan and required the help of three other poll workers.  eventually, it worked and i was asked the question i dread and consider a violation of my civil liberties:  which party primary do you want to vote in?

if our votes are supposed to be private, why do i, a true independent, have to publically declare allegiance to a party, have that announced allegiance go into the official record, and have my clean, beautiful card stamped?

i don't wish to be the member of any party.  i enjoy the autonomy of being an independent voter and thinker.  when i vote, there's no pressure to tow the party line.  instead, the pressure is to choose the candidate that best suits the job, regardless of the party they are affiliated with.

so why, then, must i be put into a box and stamped "rep" or "dem"?  why does my county/state need to "know" my political affiliations?  why is it okay to ask someone voting in a primary who they're voting for, but not okay during the general election?  what's the difference between the two?

that was the beginning.  it went downhill from there.  i successfully cast my vote, walked out the door, and attempted to shrug off the box i'd just been forced into.  i rounded the corner to my car and was struck dumb by what i found:  a gaggle of geese had surrounded my vehicle.

they stood there, necks outstretched, chests puffed up, feathers ruffled, making the most horrific sound i'd ever heard, taunting me.  i couldn't.  i just couldn't.  

so i stood there.  paralyzed.  waiting.  thinking that surely they would grow bored and waddle away.  but no.

our standoff continued for several minutes.  i stood, wishing i could take the whole experience back, wishing i wasn't a good voter who had left her cell phone in the car according to polling rules.  i was helpless against what i consider to be a vicious enemy.

finally, a car pulled up right next the mine and the gentleman who got out shooed them away.  the rabid geese, plan then foiled, shuffled away.

i got in the car as quickly as i could and locked the doors.

i needed to relieve some stress, so i headed to the place where my creativity is always sparked:  the grocery store.

some look at grocery shopping as a dull, meaningless chore.  i don't.  i look at it as exciting.  a challenge to create and explore.

while there figuring our what to make for dinner, i decided to see if they could order a sodium free variety of a brand they carry.  my dad is on an uber-low sodium diet, and finding packaged food for him is a bit of a challenge, so to find out that my local grocery store might be able to carry this product filled me with glee.

this grocery store is always a happy place.the employees are nice, helpful, and funny.  but this was a different kind of day.

i asked my question and, without a word, was handed a customer survey.  i filled it out and started to hand it back when the woman behind the counter snatched it from my hands, turned around, went into the office, and began eating cheetos.

i left.  disgruntled and confused.

when i got home, i collapsed in a heap.

why do i even try?!