well rounded

I don’t understand why when I blog here I feel like I have to have a different voice than I used to when I would blog on LiveJournal. The difference here is that on LJ I didn’t care about anything, and here I think I’d like to come across as a demure, sweet, well-spoken and well-rounded individual, when the reality is that I’m not.

Oh, I can be demure, if I so choose. And sure, I have my moments of sweetness. And every so often, I can state something so awesomely your mouth will drop open in awe.

As for being well-rounded, well, we can’t all be perfect.

This weekend my friends and I went out to the local arcade and played games for a few hours. I am slowly figuring out how to play pinball. (HOW ON EARTH HAVE I NEVER PLAYED THIS BEFORE 2 MONTHS AGO) I’m still not very good at it, but um, it is awesome. I ratted my hair into a giant mess of an attempt at a faux-hawk and wore spiky earrings. I proved that I could still score a 226 perfect chain in Dance Dance Revolution and felt like a super huge nerd for being able to do so.

I’ve learned in the last few months that I’m not really a gamer. Sure, I like the idea of games, and I think that games are really awesome! But I’m terrible at them. I have a hard time being a good sport at something I don’t really understand or have the reflexes for. I’m getting better, but still, games like Pac Man, or even the original Mario are pretty impossible for me to enjoy. I can still have a great time, though, and I had a lot of fun watching my friend Mike play the original TRON game (and put his name in the top 10 scores list!).

I think that I want to get better at pinball. How does one get better at pinball? All I know is that I’m going to have to invest a lot of quarters.


oh wow. Almost… six months have passed?


I acquired a unicorn head.

I survived tax season!

I blew bubbles!

I made zero progress with the dog.

*Things not pictured: watching most of The Venture Bros with my roommates, beating Fable 3, buying an exercise bike, trying online dating super hard, deciding that online dating is not for me, getting drunk on April 15, buying furniture, enjoying a good steak for the first time, planning My Very First Camping Trip, painting my nails too many colors, spending too much money on makeup, cleaning and re-arranging my room, going to a live radio recording, eating a lot of mochi and froyo, and about 300 visits to Starbucks.

Stay tuned for clarification on a few of these topics, and probably like, at least one more post before I forget about this blog for another six months!

Holycow, freedom

So, last week I finished my BA in literature. It took me 6 years.

What am I going to do with it?
I really don’t know. I could do anything with it. I could win the lottery tomorrow, decide to turn to alpaca farming, write a book, work for The Man, or just tutor and be poor for the rest of my life.

In reality, I’ll probably settle for any full-time job I can get, eventually apply for a master’s degree in Education and plow myself into even more debt.
But for right now? I am free.

Free to read any book I want, (this week: “Beloved” by Toni Morrison and “The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie” by Alan Bradley), watch as much TV as I want (seasons 1-3 of the Venture Bros, Grimm, and My Little Pony), listen to new music (Kavinsky and The Black Keys), watch that movie that I promised my coworker 3 months ago I’d watch (Meet the Robinsons), and be as social as I can without going broke.

I quit blogging a year ago, trapped between college pressures and not knowing just what I ultimately wanted to blog about. Did I want to blog about fashion? Collections? Antiquing? College? Slice of life?

I had no idea.

Every blog post I sat down to life morphed itself into a lesson in “What Can I Do to Better The World”, or “How Can We Work Together To Live In Harmony” and eventually got deleted. This wasn’t my style, my writing, or my message. A year later, I’ve figured it out: I have no message. I want to write. I want to tell you how I feel, what I’m thinking, what I’m collecting, how I’m saving, and how I wore a technicoloured-rainbow-sweater to a meeting full of people (read: ADULTS) wearing taupe and gray and didn’t realize it until halfway through the meeting. (Don’t worry, I played it cool by making fun of my coworker’s beard. For hours.)

Hello, internet! I’ve been around awhile, but my name’s Brittneigh. And Brittknee. I can’t help but be contrary and loud most of the time. I like to buy old things and pretend I’m a movie star, when really I’m just a kid who makes coffee for a living. Someday I’m going to take over the world, and it’ll probably be because I tripped on someone important.

Nice to meet you!