tumblr has been down way too much lately.

which never used to happen.

i never realized how much time i spent on there until suddenly it wasn't an option.

because blawgs about things & stuff are neat.

in less tumblr-related news, i'm way too cavalier about pushing people away.

it's become frighteningly easy.

INTROVERSION IS WINNING.

it's been a weekend of revolutions, revelations & anxiety. i feel tons of ways about tons of stuff. mostly it's vaguely unsettling.

& all i want to do is go sledding. seriously, it's all i can think about. i want to slide around on the ice & roll around in the snow & race down hills & walk on creaky frozen bodies of water & sneak-attack people with snowballs to the back of the head.

hence why my last night in alaska is one of my favorite memories.

SOMEONE TAKE ME SLEDDING BEFORE I LOSE MY MIND.

dear blogspot;

look, i'm sorry it has to end this way.

i tried. i really did.

but the truth is, i've always found your format to be somewhat lacking & too restrictive.

i can't be held down. i'm a wild thing. & truth be told, i've been having a secret affair with tumblr for over a year now.

what started as nothing more than slow & sporadic has recently become more serious.

try not to take it too personally.

it's not you. it's me.

cheers,

captain brittney

all this misbehaving grew from one enchanted tree.

i hate eggshells & everything they imply.

i don't know how to act around you.

evil home stereo, what good songs do you know?

sorry kiddos, no more wifi at my house. from here on out, communication means you'll have to call me & talk to me like the humans we pretend we're not.

& now... the possibilities are endless.

kill the lawyer!

essentially, my family is about to be ripped apart. BOO. i am a basket case & i have allllll kinds of pre-separation anxiety, & therefore i am all kinds of absurd.

3 days is not enough time.

for the rescuers down under.

for all 9 star wars movies [this includes the clone wars & the two ewok movies].

for pudding feasts.

for escapades at the rock tree.

for drawing with chalk, & consequently getting housekeeping.

for finding a record player so we can listen to our new john williams record.

for dance parties.

for sneaking off campus to have battles.

for puddle-jumping.

for "cook & milkies" on street corners late at night.

for climbing the school library.

for longboarding all night.

for hiding people's cereal in the ceiling.

for white trash photo shoots.

for staying up painting & eating sour patch kids for several days straight.

for sporadic movie nights in the coffee shop.

for running into 5 different sabios within 5 minutes.

for reading in the salvation army.

for "javier, javier, much too cool for seventh grade..."

for camping in the middle of nowhere.

for drawing tattoos in class.

for lumberjack breakfast parties.

for laying in the middle of the street all night.

for gluing things together in the sunshine.

for stumbling across baby sabio taking a nap in the coffee shop freezer.

for writing down dave shirley & rod thompson quotes down in my notes.

for picnics & climbing trees in the ruins.

for "God bless the Lord" & all other variations.

for quoting the movie HOOK at every possible opportunity.

for making jokes about being severely lactarded.

for "so good, so so good to me" jokes.

for texting the word "meow" way more times than is ever necessary.

for playing the whip cream game.

for melting over aaron's angelic voice.

for yoga & ghost stories on saturday nights.

for counting how many times dave shirley says "reckon" in one hour.

for sitting on the step under the bar in the coffee shop.

for writing notes & rolling them up like scrolls.

for jokingly plotting to destroy crystal's life.

for taking awkward "prom" pictures.

& nevermind the fact that it's going to take me 136,000 years to pack up my room. ayyee.

is this even

worth

my time

?

my bones ache with wrestling with restless indecision.

suicide blonde.

oh, the situations i never realized i was capable of getting myself into...

this is hardcore stressapalooza time.

of course, i would be sick.

Lord, i can't wait for the whole "glorified bodies" business. seriously. bring it on. thanks.