<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:33:58.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink World of Brittany</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to the life of a college girl...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>241</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113755988646082625</id><published>2006-01-17T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T20:51:29.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did my b-day up right this weekend. It was a crazy weekend but a fun one. It was the most fun I've had in quite a while. It was nice just to be able to kick back, relax, and enjoy myself. Saturday I went up to Nick's apartment in Tuscaloosa. Kayla and her fiancee met up with us too. Some of Nick's friends and his brothers came over, and we started drinking. I had Strawberry Dacquiri's(which I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113755988646082625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113755988646082625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113755988646082625' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113695238803659977</id><published>2006-01-10T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:06:28.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well feels like forever since I've actually posted. I had a good break. My b-day was great yesterday. It was uber busy, but it was still good. I had classes at 9:05, 11:15, 3:35, and 5:45. The last class was supposed to end at 8:15, but luckily he let us out at 6:45. I spent the day going to classes, buying books, and doing miscellaneous things. After my last class, I practically ran out of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113695238803659977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113695238803659977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113695238803659977' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113678170448271871</id><published>2006-01-08T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T20:41:44.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your Kissing Purity Score: 49% PureYou're not one to kiss and tell...But word is, you kiss pretty well.Kissing Purity Test</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113678170448271871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113678170448271871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113678170448271871' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113416411117672278</id><published>2005-12-09T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:35:11.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm officially an ASA now. We got initiated last night. I'm really enjoying the sorority. I'm glad I joined :)My guy life sucks. The guy I wanted for so long finally asked me out, and I kicked him out of my room. Typical of me, I guess.  Maybe I do just want what I can't have.We've been having a Secret Santa week in ASA, and I'm LOVING it. I won't find out who my secret santa is till tonight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113416411117672278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113416411117672278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113416411117672278' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113356106272827748</id><published>2005-12-02T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T14:04:22.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well this post is gonna be reminiscent of the old B posts. I had a crazy night last night. First of all, we had our last volleyball game last night, and we lost. It was really hard though cause it came down to a tiebreaker game that was soooo close. Our other team won though. Then I went to the TKE house. I started out by having a jello shot. Then I started drinking some hunch punch. I check </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113356106272827748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113356106272827748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113356106272827748' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113339544489390897</id><published>2005-11-30T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T16:04:04.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving break. Anyhow it's been a busy week. It's big/little sister week. Basically our big sisters(who we don't know their identities yet) give us presents everyday. It's been fun so far. :) Monday night we had our meeting, and I actually got to watch some of RAW that night. Yesterday K and I played doubles in ping pong for intramurals. We came in third place (out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113339544489390897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113339544489390897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113339544489390897' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113332642581508045</id><published>2005-11-29T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:53:45.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Test again</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113332642581508045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113332642581508045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113332642581508045' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113332631599634843</id><published>2005-11-29T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T20:51:55.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Test.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113332631599634843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113332631599634843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113332631599634843' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113211436954809486</id><published>2005-11-15T20:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T20:12:49.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't had much time to post lately, but I just wanted to take time to say a few things:I'm gonna miss you Eddie! :( He had become one of my fave wrestlers, and he never ceased to entertain me. He was way too young to die, and I feel so sorry for his wife and kids. He had turned his life around, and then this happens. He will always be remembered and loved. Viva la raza!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113211436954809486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113211436954809486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113211436954809486' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113098566674125517</id><published>2005-11-02T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T18:41:06.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another busy week, but I like it. Monday was really busy. After all my classes, I spent the day hanging out with K, while she sent out random messages to guys we knew saying that I loved them and wanted to have their children. I'm still gonna hurt you for that one K :P Later we went to Mexico to eat supper. Then we had our ASA initiation and meeting. We had to hold a candle, and the wax dripped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113098566674125517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113098566674125517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113098566674125517' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-113051495963374164</id><published>2005-10-28T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T20:35:02.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew this has been one busy week, and I'm sooooo glad it's over. Monday we had our last intramural football game. Naturally we lost, but it was still fun. This time me and K were the only 2 girls. Also our team is the BCM/Wesley team(which are religious organizations), and 2 of our teammates came to the game drunk. Lol nice huh? They actually played better though. I got to quarterback a few times</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113051495963374164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/113051495963374164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113051495963374164' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112975407917936813</id><published>2005-10-19T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T13:34:39.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went back to the doctor today. Even though it took over an hour sitting in the waiting room, it took less than 5 minutes for the doc to tell me that everything was fine. He said my scan was fine, and I get to go off my pills on Nov. 12th. Woohoo :)The doc visit was good, but lunch sucked!!! Daddy and I went to Barnhill's to eat. For starters, they were low on plates, so when I was trying to get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112975407917936813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112975407917936813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112975407917936813' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112966540977617595</id><published>2005-10-18T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:56:49.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I went and watched the Exorcism of Emily Rose with K and Chris. I didn't really like it that much. I thought the ending was kinda of anti-climactic. There were some really freaky moments in there. One of the scariest moments for me was when the girl's friend found her laying all contorted on the floor. Freaky! Luckily I didn't wake up at 3 in the morning. Sam came over here and hung </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112966540977617595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112966540977617595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112966540977617595' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112957827184008103</id><published>2005-10-17T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T12:44:31.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, lately I've spent most of my time playing intramural football. Even though our team didn't win a single game, I still had a lot of fun. I even scored a touchdown in our last game. :)Thursday night I decided I'm turning into an old person. After our football game, Sam called and invited me to come party with them. I decided that I was too tired and that 11:30 was too late to be out. I opted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112957827184008103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112957827184008103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112957827184008103' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112891327947731343</id><published>2005-10-09T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T20:01:19.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man it's been a while since I've blogged. Anyhow, "highlights" from last week were a 5:30 A.M. fire alarm going off, being sick and having to wait 3 and a half hours at the doctor, making out with someone(stupid me), playing another football game, and making a 98 on my sociology test.Saturday night me and K went to the fair. The lines were uber long, but it was still fun. Our first ride that we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112891327947731343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112891327947731343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112891327947731343' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112777663636225189</id><published>2005-09-26T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T16:17:16.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I had an entire blog post here, and just as I was about to publish it, I somehow highlighted the entire thing and deleted it. Grrrrr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112777663636225189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112777663636225189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112777663636225189' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112691073244035156</id><published>2005-09-16T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:45:32.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a good night last night. I played intramural football. lol It was interesting. K and I played for the BCM team. We both played the ENTIRE game, so we were uber tired. Our team lost and didn't even score a touchdown, but I totally enjoyed it. I'm uber out of shape though, and I am SOOOOOOO sore today. I feel like my legs are gonna buckle under me at any second. The exercise is good for me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112691073244035156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112691073244035156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112691073244035156' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112675697499972652</id><published>2005-09-14T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T21:02:55.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week's been flying by. Anyhow, yesterday I wore some new platform shoes I had gotten, and they left bruises on my feet. Owww. I had my sociology class, and I swear there are some morons in that class, but at least they're more entertaining than the teacher. We have this one guy who sits in the front of the class, and he tries to be the class clown. Ya never know what he'll say. He told me my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112675697499972652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112675697499972652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112675697499972652' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112656469463067405</id><published>2005-09-12T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T15:38:14.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too lazy to blog about last week...moving on: Today I had to wake up at 6 A.M. for a 7:30 appointment. The doctor didn't even make it to the hospital till 8:45. I was very grumpy by then. I was worried because the nurse had been telling me that I would probably have to stay on my pills for at least another year. Well the doc finally comes in and says that he wanted me to cut my dosage down to 2 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112656469463067405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112656469463067405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112656469463067405' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112605227542063668</id><published>2005-09-06T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T17:17:55.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well my weekend was pretty boring. I spent the night up here Friday night and didn't do much of anything. Saturday I went to the Alabama ballgame, which was really long and boring. Monday I ate a lot. Today was pretty boring too. I only had one class. I spent part of the afternoon finishing a paper. Now I have nothing to do, and I'm uber bored, thus this post. It was good to watch RAW last night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112605227542063668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112605227542063668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112605227542063668' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112570105891600803</id><published>2005-09-02T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T15:44:18.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well this was a quick school week. I actually had a good day yesterday, and it was drama-free. I only had one class. I spent the afternoon doing my homework, which turned out to be 5 typed pages and 3 written papers. Surprisingly, I didn't get stressed out while doing them. Normally when I have a lot to do I get all stressed out and irritable. Then I found out Patrick was gonna come up here and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112570105891600803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112570105891600803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112570105891600803' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112552068597825743</id><published>2005-08-31T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T13:38:06.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's definitely been a while since I last posted. I moved my blog here cause of the whole K thing. Goodness these last few weeks have been uber busy. Between the moving in and adjusting to college again, I haven't had much time for blogging. Anyhow K pretty much summed up how I feel about the room. I'm adjusting now, but I liked the old room so much better. Since there's nothing to do, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112552068597825743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112552068597825743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112552068597825743' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112425528437584575</id><published>2005-08-16T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T22:08:04.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man oh man...ya just gotta love exes(and I say that with the utmost sarcasm). So Saturday night was the ButlerFest, and most of it was really good. Me and K met up at her house, and then rode together to the thing. We were really having fun there. We were actually talking to some peeps(some I would have never imagined), there was a little bit of flirting, girl-talking, and all that good stuff. Me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112425528437584575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112425528437584575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112425528437584575' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112379988423627325</id><published>2005-08-11T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:38:04.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whaty up with the rest of the blog world? I guess it's bout time I got around to updating this thing. Well last Saturday I went shopping in Tuscaloosa. Patrick had to go school shopping, so naturally I decided to tag along. I got a pair of jeans, 2 shirts, and a pair of Bermuda shorts. I said I'd never get any of those, but I ended up getting them anyway. Saturday night I got invited to a party, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112379988423627325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112379988423627325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112379988423627325' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112330130906938690</id><published>2005-08-05T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:08:29.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I made an A in my western civ class...woohoo! :) Now I've gotta wait till the 20th before I get to move in. Thursday I went over to Kayla's house and layed out in the pool for a little while. I got a tad bit of a tan. I really need to get the tan back that I had earlier this summer and need to start doing the ab exercises again. In Thursday TV show news...well I hate to say it, but it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112330130906938690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112330130906938690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112330130906938690' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112293412745078646</id><published>2005-08-01T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T15:08:47.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm doing pretty good in my history class. I made a 94 on a test from Friday. I also double-checked an old test and found out I had made 10 points higher than originally thought, so that's always good. My four grades are now 87, 77, 95, and 94. We only have one more quiz and a final to take. I hope I pull off a good grade. The final is Wed. Then I have to wait till the 20th before we move back in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112293412745078646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112293412745078646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112293412745078646' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112250295950673853</id><published>2005-07-27T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T15:22:39.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was not a good day. On my way to class they were having one of those road blocks where they check for driver's licenses and proof of insurance. Well I gave them my license, and then I finally found my insurance and gave it to them, only to find out it had expired. The new proof of insurance card was at home. I pulled over to the side of the road and called mama, and she told me that the new</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112250295950673853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112250295950673853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112250295950673853' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112225917314965358</id><published>2005-07-24T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T19:39:33.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow another post this soon. Anyhow, Saturday night I went and played pool, as usual. While I was playing, the middle-aged dude came up to me and asked me who taught me to play and stuff. He said I shot really good stick(which I wanted to laugh so hard when he said that), and that if I kept up my practicing I could be the next Allison Fischer. I told him I liked Jeanette Lee better. lol Anyhow, it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112225917314965358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112225917314965358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112225917314965358' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112208799944617439</id><published>2005-07-22T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T20:06:39.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew I'm tired. Seems like it's been a busy week, for once. Tuesday, Chris had come down for the Orientation parties, so me, K, Josh, and Chris went to eat at Pizza Hut after we got out of class. Then me and K went down to the SUB to exercise. We ended up playing ping-pong(which really is the equivalent to exercising). Also another note, rain, a white T-shirt, and a black bra don't mix well. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112208799944617439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112208799944617439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112208799944617439' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112148139045636934</id><published>2005-07-15T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:36:30.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I made it through Dennis. We ended up going and staying in Colombus, MS during it. The only bad thing at the house was that the power went out. We didn't have any damage. I went back to class on Wed. Since we didn't have class for 2 days, our test today was hard. I made an 86 on last week's test. I don't think I did so well on today's test.Not much else to talk about, but I'll end with these</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112148139045636934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112148139045636934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112148139045636934' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112087937576983968</id><published>2005-07-08T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T20:22:55.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd like to start my post out with a big happy b-day to my bestest friend in the whole world Kristen. Hope the rest of your day was better than that test. lol Enjoy your last teen year. Anyhow have a great b-day :) Also, I hope yall are ok during the storm. Mama and Daddy have decided we're going up to Birmingham and spending the night there Sunday I think. Well I survived my first week of school</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112087937576983968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112087937576983968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112087937576983968' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112036561684939639</id><published>2005-07-02T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T21:40:16.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well this week I had to go to the doctor. I swear they might as well put an express lane in there for me, cause I go so often. Anyway, I have a cold, and they gave me 3 meds. It only took me 30 minutes in there, which is way short in doctor time. One of the meds was cough syrup that could possibly be the reason I had trouble sleeping for 2 nights. I didn't take it last night, and I slept good. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112036561684939639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112036561684939639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112036561684939639' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-112001868330854564</id><published>2005-06-28T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:18:03.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I spent the past week at the beach. I left Saturday and came back the next Saturday. The trip was nice. I got an uber good tan, and it was nice to take a vacation. Unfortunately, basically every guy on the beach was younger than me, so that part sucked. I did like walking the street though. It's always fun having guys honking and waving at you while you're walking down the street in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112001868330854564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/112001868330854564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112001868330854564' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111897790880325972</id><published>2005-06-16T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:11:48.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to say, the draft freaking sucks!!! I'm in such a po'ed mood. How dare they draft my boy to the sucky show!! As soon as the darn Undertaker came out, I just knew Randy was gonna be drafted. And then they made me wait to the very end to see it. Grrrrr I'm not in a good mood now. Freaking draft. I have Cena, but it's not the same. Randy still looked hot though.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111897790880325972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111897790880325972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111897790880325972' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111881002318593343</id><published>2005-06-14T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T21:33:43.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll start my post out with a rant. (Note to male readers: If you're a buddy of mine, just ignore my anti-guy comments. They aren't aimed at you. They're only aimed at certain peeps.) Alrighty, the beginning of my day rocked(more bout that later in the non-rant section), but the end of the day sucked! I had gone to Meridian with Kayla today, and I convinced mama to let me use her car for the day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111881002318593343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111881002318593343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111881002318593343' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111854688123355780</id><published>2005-06-11T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T20:31:45.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll start this post out with important news I know that yall have all been anxiously awaiting(this is for you Joey. lol). I finally started my period. Everything's all good now. :) Now in past week news, Tuesday I went to Butler and met Kehley and had lunch with her and her bf. Then me and her went shopping in Meridian. Also, I'd also like to send a good luck out to K in the job search, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111854688123355780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111854688123355780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111854688123355780' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111811911773434240</id><published>2005-06-06T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T21:38:37.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not too much has happened recently. Saturday Patrick came back from Boys' State. I whooped his butt at pool later that night. Sunday I didn't really do anything. I did cry that night though when Patrick jokingly called me fat. I don't know why, but it totally upset me, and everyone in the family had to come in and try and convince me that he was just kidding and not to turn anorexic or anything. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111811911773434240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111811911773434240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111811911773434240' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111782791798484291</id><published>2005-06-03T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:45:18.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seems like forever since I posted. Well for starters, it's nice to be back. I've been dealing with that trojan horse for a while, but now I think it's finally gone. Also, Tuesday I had to go to the doctor. I haven't had my period for 2 months now. The appointment started out badly when the scale said I weighed over 100(grrrrrrr), and then they had to get a pediatric arm thingey to take my blood </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111782791798484291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111782791798484291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111782791798484291' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111699872139307772</id><published>2005-05-24T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:39:57.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last weekend I went shopping in Tuscaloosa. Surprisingly enough, I didn't get anything from Aeropostale. I got something from American Eagle. Very unusual for me. I did get hit on in Aeropostale, so it wasn't a total lost cause I guess. lol I got a brown American Eagle shirt and pink capri pants(yes please attempt to hide your "shock"). I played pool by myself for the first time in a while on Sat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111699872139307772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111699872139307772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111699872139307772' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111664999829729537</id><published>2005-05-20T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T21:33:18.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week I have been exercising some. I want to try and get some abs, so I've been working on abs exercises this week and walking a little each day. We'll see how that goes. Thursday I had to go to Demopolis for my phone. The battery is totally messed up. It won't hold a charge worth a flip. I'll charge it during the day, and when I wake up the next morning the phone will be dead. The phone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111664999829729537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111664999829729537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111664999829729537' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111630390169134158</id><published>2005-05-16T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T21:25:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well lately I've just been basically enjoying getting sleep. Last week I applied for a job. I won't find out till later this week if I get it. I really don't care if I get it. The only reason I applied was to get my parents off my back for a little while. Patrick got a job today though, so I probably will have to hear how he has a job and I don't from my parents. I'm happy for him though. I spent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111630390169134158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111630390169134158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111630390169134158' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111543942907072765</id><published>2005-05-06T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T21:17:09.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm out of school now. I am taking a summer class starting July 1st, but that's still a couple of months away. It's really sad being out now. I miss everyone, and I even miss the drama. lol On the plus side, I pulled off 3 A's and one C this semester, thus I made the Dean's List. K was waiting to find out her last grade on Thursday and if it was an A then she made the President's List, which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111543942907072765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111543942907072765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111543942907072765' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111465563992764929</id><published>2005-04-27T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:33:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally got my hair dyed last week, and it's in atrocious condition! I'm so fed up with it that I'm dying it back brown the next time the roots grow out. I really like it better blonde, but I gotta go back brown cause the blonde is killing my hair(literally). I had an accounting test Monday and made a 75 on it. So as long as I pass the final, I should pass the class. Yay! All I did was watching</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111465563992764929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111465563992764929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111465563992764929' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111403061590451673</id><published>2005-04-20T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T13:56:55.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week's been pretty uneventful thus far. Sunday night K, Josh, Chris, and me went to Pizza Hut. I talked to Erik, and he told me that some peeps had told him that I had been spreading a rumor around about me and him getting back together. It really ticked me off. It's one thing to spread a rumor that's true. It's another to spread one that has not a single bit of truth in it. The stupidest </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111403061590451673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111403061590451673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111403061590451673' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111307678095690151</id><published>2005-04-09T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T12:59:40.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week was a good week, with the exception of the weekend. Monday night RAW was great as usual. Of course having to choose between Randy and Batista sucked, but it was still hot. Stone Cold's really cool too. I wish he was still on the show. The weather was beautiful on Tuesday. Wes and I were gonna go lay out in the sun after our classes, but the places to lay out were already full. So we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111307678095690151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111307678095690151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111307678095690151' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111248597275224117</id><published>2005-04-02T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T15:52:52.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't updated this in a while. Well, this week I've been on Spring Break. On Tuesday we went to the beach and stayed till Thursday. It was warm enough for me to wear my bikini top and some shorts at the beginning of Wednesday. Howevever, as the day progressed, it got colder. I got a little bit of a tan though, a little bit burned too. There was a big group of baseball teams playing in a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111248597275224117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111248597275224117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111248597275224117' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111153958687551918</id><published>2005-03-22T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T16:59:46.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last weekend I went to Patrick's baseball tournament. Naturally, the one and only game I have gone to is one that Erik decides to come to. I couldn't enjoy the game the entire time he was there. Seeing him just upset me. At least he didn't come up to me and say something along the lines of "Die bi*ch die." I couldn't avoid him once, and he just said hi and a little pointless chit chat. That day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111153958687551918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111153958687551918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111153958687551918' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111119070103246096</id><published>2005-03-18T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T16:05:01.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm officially guyless now. Last week and the beginning of this week caused it all. On Thursday night of last week I went out to the TKE house. K and Josh didn't wanna go(well actually K did but that's another story), so I asked Nick if he wanted to ride over there with me. When we got over there, Erik comes over to talk to us, and he was really drunk. Well I would stand around and talk to Nick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111119070103246096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111119070103246096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111119070103246096' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-111034295970570126</id><published>2005-03-08T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T20:35:59.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For a brief second my life had returned to semi-normal, good. Things were starting up between me and Erik again. He invited me to go to Meridian with him last Tuesday, and I went. Things weren't really awful, but they were really awkward. I figured that was the end of things. Well Thursday night he beeps K's linc, and I answered since she wasn't in there. Well him and his friend(who was actually </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111034295970570126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/111034295970570126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111034295970570126' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110921900433208368</id><published>2005-02-23T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T20:23:24.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've come to the conclusion that guys and girls can't truely be just friends. It's irritating! It all started Monday night when Stephen invited me to go eat at the Mexican restaurant with him. He's my friend, and I like that food, so naturally I agreed to go. I just thought of it as a friends going and eating together thing, but I found out from K that he liked me as more than a friend. Well </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110921900433208368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110921900433208368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110921900433208368' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110895399802719797</id><published>2005-02-20T18:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:46:38.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I actually had a pretty good Thursday last week. During my first class that morning, Nick walked by my classroom and stuck his tongue out at me. Naturally, I started sticking mine back out at him. I really hope my teacher didn't see me doing it cause if she did, then she probably thinks I'm a psycho who likes sticking her tongue out. lol During my lit. class I got my test back. I made a 78 on it,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110895399802719797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110895399802719797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110895399802719797' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110859125175210100</id><published>2005-02-16T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T14:00:51.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I missed posting for about the last 2 weeks, so I guess I'll just give up on that and start for this week. Monday..aka Sucky Day...aka Valentine's Day....actually went pretty good for me. I hate to admit it, but I was actually in a good mood on that day. Very surprising..but in a good way. They were selling carnations here at school, so I come back from class and she had gotten me a pink one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110859125175210100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110859125175210100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110859125175210100' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110721707673483216</id><published>2005-01-31T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T16:17:56.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't remember a lot of last week. I know all my shows were new again. I missed Tuesday night's shows though. I think that was the night a lot of peeps were over in the room. Chris, K, and Josh were in the room, and then Nick showed up. While he was still here, Erik showed up. No, that "wasn't" weird at all for me. I felt very uncomfortable. I didn't really talk much, which is rare. Nick left a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110721707673483216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110721707673483216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110721707673483216' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110658927150183359</id><published>2005-01-24T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T09:54:31.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week wasn't as good as the previous weeks. The week was basically ok up until Thursday night. We had a 3 day weekend, and I came back on Monday night. Tuesday night I decided to go ahead and do some hw for Thursday because I didn't have any due Wed.(or so I thought). Well after that I just decided to sit down and do nothing since I had done my hw. Well close to midnight I suddenly remember </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110658927150183359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110658927150183359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110658927150183359' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110608095792188826</id><published>2005-01-18T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T12:42:37.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was taking quizzes and look what I got on this quiz...anyone the least surprised?You are a Drama Queen!Congratulations, you should win the Oscar for performance of the year!You're the type of girl who everyone knows - and loves or hatesYou always speak your mind, going for a some shock value if necessaryDramatic, yes - but it also almost always gets you what you want</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110608095792188826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110608095792188826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110608095792188826' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110573505662163356</id><published>2005-01-14T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T14:15:01.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has been once of my best weeks in a while. I have been happy almost every day of this week. The only down side is that I haven't had much sleep, but it's been a worthwhile sacrific. I'm gonna try and take a nap later today, but who knows how that'll turn out. You never know for sure what's gonna happen around here. On Monday night I got to watch wrestling, which is always great. I almost got</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110573505662163356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110573505662163356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110573505662163356' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110539299798999647</id><published>2005-01-10T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T13:36:37.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hi all :) I'm in a really good mood for once :) I had a great b-day yesterday and have had a good day today, too. I loved all the presents I got yesterday, which is rare. I got a pink shirt, jeans with a pink star on the butt, panties with mutli-colored words all over them, a pink jacket, a new blowdryer, and the Paris Hilton book from my parents, brother, and grandparents. Kristen gave me a cute</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110539299798999647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110539299798999647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110539299798999647' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110478452708849021</id><published>2005-01-03T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T12:35:27.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found it. Here's the pic of Paris Hilton that was in US Weekly. http://www.rollingstone.com/poyparishilton2Yes she still is my role model. I don't care what anyone says, I still think she's cool. That would be a fun photo shoot to do, except I'd want a pink cord. :P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110478452708849021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110478452708849021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110478452708849021' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110478404290940874</id><published>2005-01-03T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T12:27:22.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I started off the new year right by winning pool on Saturday night. Yesterday I basically sat on my butt all day watching TV, eating, and talking to K. We were talking about how we're ready to go back to school, but the one thing we're dreading is the fact that we won't be able to eat our lunches together this semester. Lol leave it to us to not care about grades or anything "minor" like that...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110478404290940874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110478404290940874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110478404290940874' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110455890951361903</id><published>2004-12-31T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:55:09.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I decided to make another post. 2 in one day...yeah I know, wow!Here's my recap of my year:Celebrated my 19th b-day (and about to reach the big 20 in 9 days)Finally officially started dating ErikLasted 7 months with Erik, which was my longest relationship ever and my first really serious one and a total big deal to me (until I royally screwed up everything)Was totally devasted when Erik</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110455890951361903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110455890951361903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110455890951361903' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110455747109629108</id><published>2004-12-31T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T21:31:11.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year to some of yall..still a little while before mine. Seems weird that it's already 2005. Anyhow, I'm exhausted. Today I went with the family to Nashville, Tennessee to watch Alabama in the Music City Bowl. We left yesterday afternoon around 5 and didn't get back till 10 tonight. That was such a long drive. Part of me wishes I would have just stayed home. It was not a fun trip. I know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110455747109629108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110455747109629108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110455747109629108' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110366192372030632</id><published>2004-12-21T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-21T12:45:23.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sick :( I had to go to the doc. yesterday. He gave me 3 pills to take each day and some cough syrup to take at night. So now I'm taking 7 pills a day and 2 teaspoons of cough syrup. All these pills in my system at once are making me uber sick. I haven't had a good night of sleep since all these pills. I end up waking up a bunch of times during the night and feeling pukey and having a massive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110366192372030632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110366192372030632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110366192372030632' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110323135805634441</id><published>2004-12-16T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T19:52:35.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm let's see what to post about today. Well this week has been all exams. They were tiring, but I'm done now and back at home. I pulled off a A in Speech, B in Programming in C++(can ya believe that Rob?), B in Art, a C in Accounting(which was the one I was worried about failing), and an A in Lit. Considering how little I studied for most of those exams, I think I pulled off some pretty good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110323135805634441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110323135805634441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110323135805634441' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110262863789656287</id><published>2004-12-09T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T19:34:09.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a freakin slut. I'm beyond disappointed in myself. I feel like a truely hideous, heinous person. You would think that after fooling around with Nick that I would have learned my lesson...but of course I didn't. Nick's roommate Luke came over here last night to hang out. It started out all innocent at first with us joking about whether me and Nick had woken him up the other night. Well we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110262863789656287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110262863789656287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110262863789656287' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110247766594690424</id><published>2004-12-07T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T19:47:45.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the words of Britney, oops I did it again. I told myself I wouldn't fool around with Nick again, but sure enough, ended up staying in his room till 2 this morning. Bad bad B. I had a good night last night though. I was finishing printing up my speech while K was doing my poster for me, and Nick showed up. Since I was still working on the speech, K and Josh went to the volleyball game, and Nick</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110247766594690424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110247766594690424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110247766594690424' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110237174749317773</id><published>2004-12-06T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:22:27.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd like to start by saying that Chris is one of the SEXIEST guys in the world. I want to do him so badly! His pink nail polish on his stomach is UBER sexy!Lol Love ya Chris.Life lately has been so-so.  There have high points and low points. I think I only cried on Thursday, but that's nothing new. Thursday nights are cursed for me. The beginning of last week was very untypical of me, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110237174749317773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110237174749317773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110237174749317773' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110174155898680403</id><published>2004-11-29T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T07:19:18.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm not doing very good, but I am surviving and not crying right now. As most of ya know, Ryan broke up with me the Thursday before Thanksgiving break. I made a fool of myself that night at the Sigma Pi house. I was doing ok Thanksgiving week though. However, last night when I got back here, I lost it again. Because of some stuff, I got even angrier at him. I was soo beyond angry. That's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110174155898680403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110174155898680403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110174155898680403' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-110015258797926433</id><published>2004-11-10T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T21:56:27.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had my first ever girly doc. visit today. I made it through it without killing anyone...which is a good thing. It didn't take long, but it did hurt. I've gotten switched to a different form of birth control now. Also they had to draw two tubes of blood today. My blood tests from my Dilantic levels last week came back as elevated, so they had to take more blood and test them again today. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110015258797926433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/110015258797926433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110015258797926433' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109942693980848032</id><published>2004-11-02T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:22:19.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy, busy.... Everyday I intend to post but just never seem to get around to it. Anyhow I've been doing much better lately. I'm really happy with Ryan. He is soooooo sweet. He's what I've always wanted in a boyfriend. He's affectionate(but doesn't pressure me to do anything I don't want to), shows affectionate in public(unlike a certain un-named ex), and is just generally so much more fun. We're</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109942693980848032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109942693980848032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109942693980848032' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109867199769130354</id><published>2004-10-24T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T10:09:09.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where to start? Well, for starters, I broke up with Erik and am dating Ryan now. It all started last Sunday night after I made my post. Ryan came over and I had a talk with him and basically decided to break up with Erik. Erik ended up coming over that night and I ended up breaking down and telling him what I talked about with Ryan. I officially broke up with him Monday night. Let's just say that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109867199769130354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109867199769130354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109867199769130354' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109806314467826653</id><published>2004-10-17T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T18:32:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna join Kristen in that convent. My opinion on guys right now....ugggggggggggggggg! I'm so freaking confused right now. After my last post, I basically spent the rest of the night hanging with Kristen and Ryan. K said I crossed the line that night(which honestly I did, but whatever I'm trying to make myself feel better). We went to the intramural games with Ryan, and it was really cold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109806314467826653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109806314467826653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109806314467826653' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109776892923198868</id><published>2004-10-14T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:00:07.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hardly ever have time to post on this thing anymore. Anyhow, I'm feeling much better this week finally. I still cough some and my voice still hasn't returned to totally normal, but I don't feel like crap now. I'm able to do all the stuff I normally do again.School wise...I'm doing pretty decent... no recent bad grades that I can recall. The only test we had recently was a lit. test, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109776892923198868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109776892923198868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109776892923198868' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109718202039179030</id><published>2004-10-07T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T13:47:00.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not really sure when my last post was, but anyhow, I've spent last weekend and this week sick and let me tell ya...it really sucks! I'm doing so much better now, but my throat is still sore. I'm also still coughing. The mornings and nights are the worst. I haven't gotten much sleep this week. I usually wake up every few hours. Also, I have been spotting, which will prob. mean another doc. visit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109718202039179030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109718202039179030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109718202039179030' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109639947644519200</id><published>2004-09-28T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T12:24:36.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to K for this idea. Since everyone else does it, I'm gonna give my opinions on wrestling last night. First of all, the three best dressed awards go to Chris Jericho, Christian, and Val Venis. I was totally feeling Chris's tealy, purple, and silvery pants. Christian's pink and black pants...well naturally I totally loved them. Val Venis had the pink boots and purple shorts...well without a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109639947644519200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109639947644519200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109639947644519200' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109631679275206835</id><published>2004-09-27T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T13:26:32.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe one day I'll start posting again regularly..keyword "maybe".  Anyhow I've basically been busy with studying and guys. Last year I hardly had to study at all. I spent most of my free time playing pool. This year I'm actually having to study and do work..it really sucks! Gradeswise..I'm not doing so hot. I got my first accounting test back today and made a 68.5. That class sucks. I knew I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109631679275206835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109631679275206835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109631679275206835' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109571332365101850</id><published>2004-09-20T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T16:50:16.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok since I'm tired of studying and am too lazy to make an actual post, I'm gonna make a list of what traits I want in the perfect guy:Non-smokerNo dippingNo drugsCan drink some...but not in excessAffectionate...but not a total hornball who only wants to get in my pantsLikes to play poolIsn't squemish when it comes to talking about periods and other girly stuffDoesn't like country musicNot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109571332365101850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109571332365101850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109571332365101850' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109476020893467380</id><published>2004-09-09T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T13:03:28.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow it's been a while. I seriously have been meaning to post, but everytime I got around to it something would happen. Anyhow, I'm doing better than last week. I was gonna post about the events of last week, but I think everyone pretty much already knows about it(if not, just ask me). On the health front, the pills I'm taking have been causing me many side effects. They keep making me nauseous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109476020893467380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109476020893467380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109476020893467380' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109356992060067626</id><published>2004-08-26T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T18:25:20.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whew I'm exhausted. Been a really long time since I've updated. I've been busy with college stuff. So far, I'm really glad to be back. Classes suck as usual, but I enjoy everything else. Kristen and I have spent every night down at the SUB playing pool. I've had so much fun down there. Everyone knows me, and it's like we make a new friend every night. I had wanted to hussle some freshmen, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109356992060067626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109356992060067626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109356992060067626' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109217934743196135</id><published>2004-08-10T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T16:09:07.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Things are pretty much sucky right now. Instead of going into a lot of details right now, let's just say I hate the dance line. I wanna drop it, but mama says I either have to do it or work-study. Well tonight she calls telling me she had gotten my phone bill from last month...normally it's $40 something, well this time it was $300 something. Well naturally she's po'ed. I call back a little later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109217934743196135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109217934743196135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109217934743196135' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109175193235960251</id><published>2004-08-05T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T17:25:32.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well this week has flown by. I only have 2 more days before I move in. It's hard to believe that. Well Tuesday night Erik came over, and we went back to his house. Things just aren't the same, though. I really don't know what to do anymore. All we do now is fight. I'm so conflicted. I know what I should do, but I just can't bring myself to do it. *sigh* :(Anyhow, today me and Patrick went and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109175193235960251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109175193235960251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109175193235960251' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-1091510101055071</id><published>2004-08-02T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T22:15:01.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kristen already beat me to posting about it, but I had an awesome day today. I had forgotten how much fun I could have. This was honestly probably the most genuinely fun day I'd had all summer.  Our room is sooo gonna look awesome. I ended up getting the pink sheets I wanted, and Kristen's are equally cutesy too. The colors look great together and are soo totally girly and cute. I'm so ready for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/1091510101055071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/1091510101055071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#1091510101055071' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109133058515249500</id><published>2004-07-31T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T20:23:05.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger sucks at times. I had a post, but it deleted it. The general jest of the post was that I'm done with work. I had a bad day Friday, but I had a good day today. Tonight when I was playing pool I saw 2 college buddies. I beat one of the guys, but the other one beat me. Also, I beat Patrick as usual. It was nice to see them. Also I couldn't decide what sheets and bathroom accessories to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109133058515249500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109133058515249500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109133058515249500' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109105479569254769</id><published>2004-07-28T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T15:46:35.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been meaning to post, but I just haven't had much time. Anyhow, I've decided that this is gonna be my last week of work, so I have only have 2 more days..yes!! Technically I was supposed to work next week too before having to move back to the dorm, but I decided I needed to take next week off to just relax and get stuff ready for moving. It'll be sooo nice to sleep late and stay up late next</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109105479569254769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109105479569254769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109105479569254769' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109069792863629799</id><published>2004-07-24T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T12:38:48.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ug not in the best of moods right now. I'm already missing the beach. Anyhow, I'm really moody right now. It's that time of that month, and yall all know how that goes.  To top it off, I went and got my hair cut and colored yesterday, and I don't like it. The color is cool and all, (there's no doubt I'm blonde now....I don't even have any roots showing) but I don't like the style. It's just too </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109069792863629799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109069792863629799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109069792863629799' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-109053024328871892</id><published>2004-07-22T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T14:04:03.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well since Mikey commented on how much he loved the length of K's post thingey, I'm gonna do the same :) I'm gonna skip some parts though that yall already know. School : . [ .043. ] are you still in school: College [ .044. ] did you drop out: nope [ .045. ] current gpa, or last gpa you got: 3. something..around a 7 or 8 I think [ .046. ] favorite grade: none [ .047. ] least favorite grade:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109053024328871892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/109053024328871892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109053024328871892' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108993699227932041</id><published>2004-07-15T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T17:16:32.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I haven't posted in a few days basically because blogger's being stupid and not letting me post anything. I guess it doesn't really matter since only a few peeps read it anyway. As for one of those few peeps, I've got you a b-day present that I gotta give ya sometime. If you're gonna be in Butler anytime during the day, let me know and maybe I can give it to ya then.  This post page here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108993699227932041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108993699227932041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108993699227932041' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108984558461657607</id><published>2004-07-14T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T15:53:04.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ug I had a post made but the stupid thing deleted it. Anyhow, I'll just say this. Kristen I've got a b-day present for ya that I gotta give ya the next time I see ya. If you're gonna be in Butler anytime during the day, just let me know and maybe I can give it to you then. Bye.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108984558461657607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108984558461657607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108984558461657607' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108984532500783346</id><published>2004-07-14T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T15:48:45.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I had to go to the dentist. I think it was the first time I was actually happy to go there. I got to get off work at 3:30, and they finished quick so I was outta there by 4 and home by 4:30. Today was pretty boring. There was a lot of people in the office, but the day still went by pretty slow. Everyone but me is gone to Patrick's scrimmage game, so I'm home alone. Erik's supposed to be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108984532500783346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108984532500783346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108984532500783346' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108967260980754672</id><published>2004-07-12T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T15:50:09.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not too much to talk about. Yesterday was pretty boring. I just sat around watching TV and talking on the phone. Today I had to go back to work(ick). It didn't go by fast, but it didn't go by as slow as it has before. Tonight Erik's supposed to be stopping by here after he gets off work. That'll be nice. Oh in other news, my brother made the all-star team, so they'll be playing Saturday. If they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108967260980754672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108967260980754672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108967260980754672' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108940793619445943</id><published>2004-07-09T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T21:00:22.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm back. If I could give this post a name, I would call it Brittany's Soap Opera Vacation. Before I begin, I'd just like to say I got an awesome tan and had a GREAT trip(most of the time). Anyhow, the weather there was awesome. It was sunny every day except Thursday, and even then it eventually turned sunny. I did have a long, detailed post made, but I decided to delete it and just do this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108940793619445943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108940793619445943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108940793619445943' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108900285516924104</id><published>2004-07-04T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T21:47:35.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found the blog post I made back in September of last year of what I learned in high school. Here's my comments now:1. There is a reason why mothers wash dishes everyday.(very true)2. Leaving milk in the sink over the weekend leaves a rather bad smell.(so very true)3. Cereal gets stuck to bowls very easily when you leave it in the sink for a few days.(I never did learn my lesson about that)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108900285516924104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108900285516924104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108900285516924104' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108900181722191904</id><published>2004-07-04T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T21:30:17.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I'm leaving for the beach in the morning....yay! Maybe I'll have some beach stories to tell when I get back. Anyhow, I've been looking back at some of my past blog entries, and they cracked me up. I'm gonna repost some of the "Best of Brittany.""For once, I didn't get mad at Erik for anything." ...that was an unusual post. "Here's a little bit of the night though...frat party, streaking,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108900181722191904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108900181722191904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108900181722191904' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108891139754132500</id><published>2004-07-03T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-03T20:23:17.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well let's see...I played pool last night and tonight. I did pretty crappy both nights, but I still won. One of my least fave peeps was there Friday night, so that sucked. Also, it seemed like everyone was smoking, which as yall know I'm allergic to. Tonight was funny though. Some of the peeps that work there, that me and Patrick know, were discussing man thongs...let's just leave it at that. lol</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108891139754132500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108891139754132500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108891139754132500' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108881291332170814</id><published>2004-07-02T16:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T17:01:53.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now as for my first actual post in a while. I think I've finally got the strength to do this. For yall who don't know, I've had a crappy week. As for the reason, well some peeps know, some don't. The 2 peeps on here who care the most have already heard my story, so I'm not gonna repost it here. Btw K, you know how I said I didn't have any reasons to really be mad at him, well I got one now. Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108881291332170814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108881291332170814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108881291332170814' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108881194663543714</id><published>2004-07-02T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T16:45:46.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well before I make my actual post..I'm gonna follow in the footsteps of Kristen:-*-*YoU yOu YoU*-*- Full name: Brittany Renae Lovette Nicknames: B, Brit, Brit-Brit, Princess, PinkyAge: 19DOB: January 9, 1985Height: 5'2Hair color: blondeEye color: greenWhere do you live?: AlabamaDo you like it there?: depends what partWhere were you born?: Meridian, MSAstrological sign: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108881194663543714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108881194663543714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108881194663543714' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108864013908333692</id><published>2004-06-30T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-30T17:02:19.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here ya go Kristen:Here's what I'm taking that you could possibly take:Introduction to Art 10:10-11:00 MWF(days) Wenger S.(teacher)Speech 9:30-10:45 TT Gates M. My other classes are Programming in C++, Lit.I, and Accounting. Now as for other basics: Try to take Graham in Biology I. Btw taking biology means you have to take a biology lab too, even though it's for no credit. If you choose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108864013908333692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108864013908333692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108864013908333692' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108741090431110122</id><published>2004-06-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T11:35:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've spent my last 2 days sick. Sometime around 3ish on Tuesday morning, I woke up in pain. My back and neck were really sore. I'm not really sure what caused it but it could have been from playing badmitton the day before. Anyhow, when mama woke me up at 6, I ate a bowl of cereal, took a muscle relaxer, and went back to sleep. Now here's the part I don't remember...Patrick called mama at work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108741090431110122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108741090431110122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108741090431110122' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108741079745241401</id><published>2004-06-16T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T11:33:17.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've spent my last 2 days sick. Sometime around 3ish on Tuesday morning, I woke up in pain. My back and neck were really sore. I'm not really sure what caused it but it could have been from playing badmitton the day before. Anyhow, when mama woke me up at 6, I ate a bowl of cereal, took a muscle relaxer, and went back to sleep. Now here's the part I don't remember...Patrick called mama at work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108741079745241401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108741079745241401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108741079745241401' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108710248707468562</id><published>2004-06-12T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T21:54:47.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems like I'm hardly ever on here anymore. I work all day and when I finally get home it seems like I hardly have time to get on here. I'm usually busy talking to Erik or hanging out with him. If I do get on here it's usually just for a little time in the afternoon or on weekend nights. Maybe I'll have more time when I get back to college. Anyhow, work seemed soooo long on Friday. Friday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108710248707468562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108710248707468562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108710248707468562' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5498852.post-108691159231175132</id><published>2004-06-10T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T16:53:12.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long time no blog. Anyhow, I have no idea how long it's been since I've blogged or what all's happened so I'll just talk about recently. I found out the other day that I get to go to the beach not only 1 week but 2. I'm so uber happy :) That means 2 weeks of no work. I'm going on July 5 and staying that whole week. Mama has some kind of work-related conference thing, but I'll get to spend my days</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108691159231175132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5498852/posts/default/108691159231175132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poolprincessb.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108691159231175132' title=''/><author><name>Brittany</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01885866958873174860</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
