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Damn. My summer is over. And hey, I can sum it up pretty quickly for ya: Lots of work, very little play. After coming
home with a new tattoo (woohoo, now I've got 2!), you could say that things got off to a rocky start with my parents. And
my grades didn't help things either. And so, after being told that I was not allowed to hang out with my sisters for fear
that they decide to emulate my "delinquent" and "white trash" behavior (thanks Mom for the words of encouragement),
I settled into a pretty mundane routine. Wake up, clean the house, go to school/work/both, come home, talk to my sisters,
go to bed. Fun. It seemed there for a while that everything was a disappointment. Then my pack of cloves was discovered,
and I got into even more trouble. But, finally, after three months, the world has taken on a rosy tint once more. It's amazing
how much a new haircut can revolutionize one's outlook. I was almost arrested twice (though neither were my fault), and yet
I haven't touched the firewater since I left school. The only truly delinquent thing I've been doing is smoking, which, I'll
admit, is pretty damn bad. But anyways, I'm finally happy again. And I've realized that my first year of college was really
a waste. Or rather, I wasted my first year. That's more accurate. True, things were fun, but I didn't get anything accomplished,
at least, anything that really mattered. So, because of my poor academic performance, my seeming inability to do a good job
of taking care of myself, and my lack of a car, I am not returning to UCSD this fall. GO SADDLECRACK! What a switch. It's
almost like going back to high school. And while sitting in my summer Psych 1 class, I was struck with a startling conclusion:
I should've gone here first. UCSD was great and all, and I do plan on going back in a year, but it was way too freakin' much
for me. So this was definitely a summer of humbling realizations. Which was exactly what I needed. I think I may even have
some focus now. Maybe. We'll see how fall semester goes before I jump to that conclusion. So now I go to school mostly
with the kids I hated in high school and their parents. I mean, yay for you, deciding to go back to school after all these
years, but for god's sake, do you have to be such a pompous know-it-all just to prove how wise you are? I'm glad that I no
longer have the urge to prove how smart I am in class. It sucks to think that I was and still probably am the jackass who
just won't shut up. But hooray, I think I'm finally beginning to grow up a bit (funny that this maturation occured while
living at home as opposed to while I was on my own at UCSD). But I again feel the need to reiterate how much happier I am
now, despite the short leash my parents have me on, despite the massive amounts of hours I put in at the theater, despite
the annoying old people I have class with. Because now I've gotten used to and no longer need to go out and hang out all
the time, I'm up for a promotion at work, and I can just tune out the old people. And I've got a fabulous hairstyle. Wonderful.
We've even begun to see an emergence of what I jokingly refer to as "The Brittany Charm", which has been long dormant.
No more Sullen Brittany the Poopie Head, no, instead there's Cheerful, Charismatic, Flirtatious Brittany who is always telling
jokes (amazing, isn't it, the Ice Queen is flirting?). And what's more, I don't think I could've undergone this bit of a
transformation without all the crap that happened this past school year. So thanks to all of you that made this possible:
My former suitemates (yes, even my former roommate, Jenn), my boys from next door, my parents, my work friends, everybody.
Geez, I sound like some starlet who just won an Oscar. Anyways. One more funny thing before I go: I work with a bunch of
high school kids. Now, that may not be funny in itself, but consider this: When I was in high school, I was pretty unpopular.
I had a few friends, but I wasn't a social butterfly by any means. But now that I'm the "cool college girl who swears
and tells dirty jokes", these high schoolers from work and I are becoming pretty good friends. It's a great ego boost
for me, but the irony is inescapable. It took graduating from high school to make me "cool" to high schoolers.
Ha Ha Ha. I'll never be cool. I'm such a dork. But that's all part of the "Brittany Charm". Okay, that's enough
arrogance from me for one musing, I'm gonna go laugh at my "Brittany Charm" and watch a movie. Have fun.
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