My how things change.

Is it legal to write on xanga after a year of not updating? Well, it's literally been 11 months. Me oh my.

My life is currently being held together by camp, avoidance of a certain situation, new clothes, uncertainty of this Turkey trip, which I really kind of enjoy, and these acrylic nails on my fingers that make it quite difficult to type.

I'm feeling pretty confident. I like that I'm typing this. And guess what! I'm getting up at 3:30am to bring my mother to the airport. Then I'm off at 11am with my Gma and Uncle, which will be quite the adventure. They tend to argue, make crude comments, and are quite frankly, slow. Oh yes, and my Gma hasn't flown for 12 years and my uncle's last excursion was maybe, 30 years ago? I'm bringing my camera for this show.

I see I like the word quite. It is quite nice.

My brain's in its fuzzy stage again. I don't like the fuzzy stage.

I'm wearing hot pink tights.

You know, I don't really think I'm really all that much of a people person anymore. I tend to pull back and don't mind being alone. And I have a problem keeping friendships. You see, I love the beginning of a relationship, when you first get to know a person. Then after awhile I seem to get bored and break the whole ordeal off. How am I ever going to get married? Maybe that's why I'm staying away from people. Maybe I'm trying to figure out how I really should handle all this stuff. And maybe I just put too much of myself out there. That's alright. I don't mind.

This is where I really want to put in some inspiring thought I've had lately and tell you what God's been teaching me, but I suppose I'm just not in the mood.

I like life. And I like not knowing myself and what my future holds. I like a little mystery.

And now I'm dreading walking into my room and realizing that earlier I started reorganizing my closet and never finished.

This is not an update. I repeat, this is not an update.

ac, oh ac, you are my bfffl, and you are gone. This is for you: come back.

I got myself some Keens. You know what that means? Yes, yes you do.

I'm BreAnnaFiala and I am determining now wh... you know, many question words start with wh.. like who, what, where, when, why, actually all but how, and it still has an h & a w in it. That is interesting.




Would anyone like to elaborate on this?

- BF

I think I decided I like taking pictures.
But you know what I hate?
Trying to draw pictures I take.
You just can't do that.
It's like telling someone the end to a movie, it just ruins the rest of it.
But guess what I have to do for art....
Ding, DING, DING!
You guessed it.. and the picture is of these incredible bikes which equals a drawing 12bajllion times incredibly hard to do.

My.
I went to Chicago last week [And last summer]  
I went New Orleans the week before that [And am going again this summer]
And then Hawaii [Which I went to before as well...].
I want to go someplace new...
Going places I've already been doesn't thrill me. And are just a waste of money.
I go for other people.
Maybe I should reconsider??
Nah.

I'm working at camp again. I thought all summer minus one week. But now not all, with this traveling business and all.

Can school be done yet?
In my head it is.
Do you know the last time I did an Algebra assignment?
- Me either

[I'm Illiterate When It Comes To Driving]

She takes after me.