So, ya know how when you had just graduated high school and you were choosing which college you will go to? It seems that all the universities emphasize the idea that you are more than a just a number at their school. You are an individual with important ideas and opinions. This is one of the main selling points at a university. Apparently, it is not one in my family.
Earlier tonight, I was on the phone with my father and I requested that he pass the phone along to my mother so I could chat with her. When she asked who it was, he simply replied “it’s number 4.” I was shocked…SHOCKED! Appalled even! My whole life, my dad had referred to me as Briana, Bryson or whoever else he felt like calling me, but now I am simply a number?!?! What on earth did I do to be reduced to the lowly status of a number? I am not even good enough for the wrong name? I am just a number…and not any number…I am number 4.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Quarantined?!?
Last weekend, I took a trip to Los Angeles to visit Brett. This was my third trip to see him, and this particular weekend was supposed to be our “we live in the same city weekend.” Because we live in separate states, we tend to make sure our time together is filled with awesome activities. These activities, however, tend to get a little tiring… and by the time the weekend is over, both of us are exhausted. So, last weekend was a supposed to be low key, and it was…for the most part…
On Saturday, we drove to Santa Barbara (or as I call it: Santa Monica). We drove along the coast in hopes of stopping at a beach to boogey (sp) board and hang out. Sadly, there were grey clouds following us up the coast, so we didn’t stop. Once we were in Santa Barbara, we checked into our hotel, walked to the beach and later met up for dinner with Alex and Lily (two of Brett’s friends). Dinner was great, but the real reason we went to Santa Barbara was for the Kings of Leon concert.
The concert was at the Santa Barbara Bowl, and it was supposed to start at three. So, figuring we could miss the opening band, we showed up at 4:30. I don’t know if anyone has ever been to the Santa Barbara Bowl, but it is located at the top of this extremely steep hill (ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a little…but really, it’s quite the hike). Anyway, Brett and I make it past the security check point, get our tickets scanned and begin to walk up the hill. When we reach the top, we not only learn that there are four opening bands, we also learn that Kings of Leon doesn’t start playing until 8:30 that night! We were four hours early!
In an attempt to stay busy, we decide we will leave the concert and come back later. We later found out that this was not an option. Some guy by the name of “Jack” was in charge of deciding who could and could not leave the venue. Apparently, it was a big deal or something. So, Brett and I make up some excuse that our friend needs her asthma medication from the car, and “Jack” tells us that only one of us can go to the car. So, Brett goes with “Jack” down the hill on some back road while I start walking to the bottom of the hill on the other side. I reach the bottom and tell another security guard the same excuse, and he says I have to show the asthma medication in order to gain re-entry. Annoyed, but wanting to leave, I agree to his conditions and walk past the security check point and find Brett.
Brett is standing in a line talking to some woman about him leaving the premises. She signs his ticket, so I walk up and ask her to sign mine. She does, but then tells us that only one of us can go to the car to get the medication. (Why is it so freaking hard to break out of this place?!?!) At this point, one of us actually has to go to the car and search for something. We’ve come too far to go back…so, Brett leaves while I stay and wait. Before Brett has even left the area, a security guard comes up to me and tells me that “if I leave the area, I will not be allowed re-entry to the concert.” Confused as to why I am suddenly being quarantined, I start to get annoyed.
I quickly start calling anyone and everyone possible so that I can express my annoyance without actually expressing it to one of the guards directly. Sadly, no one will answer their phone, which only makes me more frustrated. I sit quietly in my chair for a moment, and then decide to question the reason for my restrictions. I quickly pull out my ticket and start reading the fine print (my mother would be so proud). Nowhere in the fine print does it say anything about not being allowed re-entry to the concert. Feeling great about myself, I walk right up to the guard and ask him to show me where it says I am not allowed re-entry to the concert. He looks stumped for a minute but then tells me to return to my chair. That did it… I was pissed… P-I-S-T! A few harsh words were exchanged, some of which I am not proud of, but I sat back down and waited for Brett to return.
Brett finally made it back, without any asthma medication, and we were allowed to head back up to the concert. I was still irritated with the security guards, but our plan to escape wasted an hour of the time we could have been listening to an opening band. So, I guess it wasn’t a complete waste…
By the time 8:30 rolled around, I was back to my chipper self and Kings of Leon finally made their appearance onstage. The concert was awesome. Kings of Leon were amazing, and, even after all the drama, it was completely worth staying for.
On Saturday, we drove to Santa Barbara (or as I call it: Santa Monica). We drove along the coast in hopes of stopping at a beach to boogey (sp) board and hang out. Sadly, there were grey clouds following us up the coast, so we didn’t stop. Once we were in Santa Barbara, we checked into our hotel, walked to the beach and later met up for dinner with Alex and Lily (two of Brett’s friends). Dinner was great, but the real reason we went to Santa Barbara was for the Kings of Leon concert.
The concert was at the Santa Barbara Bowl, and it was supposed to start at three. So, figuring we could miss the opening band, we showed up at 4:30. I don’t know if anyone has ever been to the Santa Barbara Bowl, but it is located at the top of this extremely steep hill (ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a little…but really, it’s quite the hike). Anyway, Brett and I make it past the security check point, get our tickets scanned and begin to walk up the hill. When we reach the top, we not only learn that there are four opening bands, we also learn that Kings of Leon doesn’t start playing until 8:30 that night! We were four hours early!
In an attempt to stay busy, we decide we will leave the concert and come back later. We later found out that this was not an option. Some guy by the name of “Jack” was in charge of deciding who could and could not leave the venue. Apparently, it was a big deal or something. So, Brett and I make up some excuse that our friend needs her asthma medication from the car, and “Jack” tells us that only one of us can go to the car. So, Brett goes with “Jack” down the hill on some back road while I start walking to the bottom of the hill on the other side. I reach the bottom and tell another security guard the same excuse, and he says I have to show the asthma medication in order to gain re-entry. Annoyed, but wanting to leave, I agree to his conditions and walk past the security check point and find Brett.
Brett is standing in a line talking to some woman about him leaving the premises. She signs his ticket, so I walk up and ask her to sign mine. She does, but then tells us that only one of us can go to the car to get the medication. (Why is it so freaking hard to break out of this place?!?!) At this point, one of us actually has to go to the car and search for something. We’ve come too far to go back…so, Brett leaves while I stay and wait. Before Brett has even left the area, a security guard comes up to me and tells me that “if I leave the area, I will not be allowed re-entry to the concert.” Confused as to why I am suddenly being quarantined, I start to get annoyed.
I quickly start calling anyone and everyone possible so that I can express my annoyance without actually expressing it to one of the guards directly. Sadly, no one will answer their phone, which only makes me more frustrated. I sit quietly in my chair for a moment, and then decide to question the reason for my restrictions. I quickly pull out my ticket and start reading the fine print (my mother would be so proud). Nowhere in the fine print does it say anything about not being allowed re-entry to the concert. Feeling great about myself, I walk right up to the guard and ask him to show me where it says I am not allowed re-entry to the concert. He looks stumped for a minute but then tells me to return to my chair. That did it… I was pissed… P-I-S-T! A few harsh words were exchanged, some of which I am not proud of, but I sat back down and waited for Brett to return.
Brett finally made it back, without any asthma medication, and we were allowed to head back up to the concert. I was still irritated with the security guards, but our plan to escape wasted an hour of the time we could have been listening to an opening band. So, I guess it wasn’t a complete waste…
By the time 8:30 rolled around, I was back to my chipper self and Kings of Leon finally made their appearance onstage. The concert was awesome. Kings of Leon were amazing, and, even after all the drama, it was completely worth staying for.
Figuring it out...
I just finished reading the book “Bitter is the New Black,” by Jen Lancaster. This book, which is hilarious and I recommend that everyone read, is about a rich snotty girl, Jen, who takes everything for granted and eventually ends up poor. After being fired from her job, Jen decides to start a blog. Her blog is comical and basically serves as an outlet for her anger. Almost all of my siblings have some sort of blog; so, after being inspired by Jen, and being prompted by my sister, I have decided to start my own blog. Here it goes…
I have recently graduated from Idaho State University with a Bachelors Degree in English. Now, I know what you’re thinking…What can you do with an English degree?? This has been the million dollar question in my life ever since I even hinted towards graduating from college. No one cares if I’m dating anyone or how my family is. People only care about what my next step in life is. For those of you who know me, you know that I am fairly talented at avoiding specific questions about my life; but, for some reason, people cannot be distracted from the one question I want to avoid: What am I doing with my life?
I have come up with many different answers to this question. A few months ago, I thought I wanted to attend law school. So, when I was asked what I was doing with my life, I simply replied that I was attending law school. People seemed fairly happy with this answer, but when I decided I didn’t want to attend law school anymore, I suddenly had no answer to their question. A friend of mine told me I should tell everyone I was planning on retiring after graduation. I found this answer to be hysterical, but when I told others my plan, they did not approve. They almost found it an insult that I would even joke about retiring after graduation. Come on people! Lighten up! It’s a joke! Like I would ever be able to retire right after college…I plan on working through the summer and THEN retiring…jeez!
Ok, on a more serious level, I am still working on figuring out my future. I am contemplating becoming a nanny somewhere. I work as a nanny now; I love it. The families I work for are awesome, and, even though I complain about my job a lot, I actually find it very rewarding and enjoyable. I could also go to Grad school somewhere, and further my education in the English department. I could also go to law school, or I could simply move to the beach and become a bum. I am slightly more excited about moving to the beach and doing nothing than the other options, but whatever I do, I just want to be happy.
I have recently graduated from Idaho State University with a Bachelors Degree in English. Now, I know what you’re thinking…What can you do with an English degree?? This has been the million dollar question in my life ever since I even hinted towards graduating from college. No one cares if I’m dating anyone or how my family is. People only care about what my next step in life is. For those of you who know me, you know that I am fairly talented at avoiding specific questions about my life; but, for some reason, people cannot be distracted from the one question I want to avoid: What am I doing with my life?
I have come up with many different answers to this question. A few months ago, I thought I wanted to attend law school. So, when I was asked what I was doing with my life, I simply replied that I was attending law school. People seemed fairly happy with this answer, but when I decided I didn’t want to attend law school anymore, I suddenly had no answer to their question. A friend of mine told me I should tell everyone I was planning on retiring after graduation. I found this answer to be hysterical, but when I told others my plan, they did not approve. They almost found it an insult that I would even joke about retiring after graduation. Come on people! Lighten up! It’s a joke! Like I would ever be able to retire right after college…I plan on working through the summer and THEN retiring…jeez!
Ok, on a more serious level, I am still working on figuring out my future. I am contemplating becoming a nanny somewhere. I work as a nanny now; I love it. The families I work for are awesome, and, even though I complain about my job a lot, I actually find it very rewarding and enjoyable. I could also go to Grad school somewhere, and further my education in the English department. I could also go to law school, or I could simply move to the beach and become a bum. I am slightly more excited about moving to the beach and doing nothing than the other options, but whatever I do, I just want to be happy.
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