Thought I'd start a new paragraph here because I had a new thought..... I started this website in the summer of 2000.  I had just graduated from high school, and I was bored.  I spent most of my time scuzzing through chat rooms, picking on the witless, driving away the horny.  This monstrosity was borne out of a need to occupy my time.  Great.  I never really figured anyone would really see it.  I used to have a link to the site in my profile, and that turned out to be pretty handy.  Whenever some random person would IM me to say that they'd seen the site and they thought the poetry was good, I knew they weren't worth my time.  I mean, come on, "Bad Poetry and Other Such Musings by Brittany"?????  Take the freaking hint.  But I never realized what I had put up here.  If someone were to take a really good look, and you'll have to permit me this cliche.....I've really "bared my soul" on this damn thing.  Which can be both a good thing and a bad thing.  I think that everything that has made its way up here was cathartic in nature, and I've come to realize that if I don't emotionally purge after a while, I go kinda batty and get really bitchy.  And putting crap on a website is a pretty harmless way of purging.  Of course, if you're badmouthing somebody who has the addy to the site, it stops being harmless, but I'm usually pretty good at keeping names out of it.  But you still worry about the information contained herein will "fall into the wrong hands"....so to speak.  The poetry is embarrassing.  The best comparison I can come up with for the thoughts running through my head when I reread the poetry is rereading and old diary.  One from middle school.  Nice and juvenile and horribly naive.  So this website serves another purpose, I get yet another chance to be ridiculously self-critical.  (Oh hey, before I forget.....a quick note on these "blog" things.....sounds a lot like what these musings have become......just call me the napster......of course, that may be a touch more arrogance than I'm allowed.....oh well)

Okay, new thought.....Stream of conscious writing.  I feel sorry for anyone who does try to make sense of the musings.  Having read James Joyce's wonderful Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, I truly abhor stream of conscious.  At least from a reading perspective.  Writing this way, on the other hand, is way too much fun.  My thoughts run all over the place at breakneck speed, and to see that frenetic action transferred into words is highly entertaining.  For me, anyways.  Did I mention that I'm bored?  I'm tired of watching TV, watching movies, reading books, doing cross-stitching (which, incidentally, I'm quite good at, not that it's that difficult).......tired of everything.  But we all must remember Newton's 1st Law of Motion: An object in motion tends to stay in motion, and an object at rest tends to stay at rest, unless acted upon by an outside force (this is just a paraphrase of how I understand the law).  I am most certainly an object at rest.  Now I need an outside force.  Something along the lines of a team of horses........Sorry, first image that came to mind was me, on my ass, hooked up to a team of clydesdale horses, complete in all the livery of those that pull the budweiser wagon.  Jeez......too much pop culture. 

 

So, what is the most important thing we learned?  Brittany does dumb things when she gets bored.......but her boredom needs a team clydesdales to drive it away.  Now where did I leave those carrots?