wow, he hit an all new low with me.
prepare yourself with another rant about my dad.

the mailman just came to the door to dropoff a package and
my dad goes- "woah, who is that for? probably not me, it probably for my
daughter because she gets everything she wants. so this is probably
hers."
mailman-"uhh no its for you actually"
my dad- "oh....she is always asking for money.... she is so spoiled
[looks back at me]"
mailman- "oh, well see you later"

are you fucking kidding me?!? he said all this to a random mail guy that
came to our door. who the fuck talks like that to the mailman? I can't
even remember the last time I have asked for money to get something
other than gas. I earn all my money and I am the least spoiled kid in my
family if spoiled at all! geez. that pissed me off so much. and the way
he looked back at me when he said I was so spolied was like he was
trying to get me hella mad! FUCK!
Sent from my T-Mobile Sidekick®

woah, you draw too!?!

here are some of my more recent drawings.

1. supposed to be a water gun [didnt do to good]
2. my cobra starship drawing from art last year
3. my hands and smudge writing.
4. the top 2 are from tatoos magazines that i try drawing stuff from, and
the bottom piece is from the painting aaron gave me, i tried to draw it.
5. more things from tatoo magazine
6. hayley williams [mid head band :D]
7. the doctor from one of my favorite books.

8. rat tail from the same book as the doctor

tell me what you think?

i keep my life on a heavy rotation

jason mraz= music mastermind!

"wake up everyone,

how can you sleep at a time like this

unless the dreamer is the real you."

be a little artsy fartsy

http://www.redbubble.com/people/brittanymonjes





GOGOGOGOGOGOGO!

"& i'll even have the courtesy of admitting i was wrong, as the final words before im dead & gone"

.................................................................................................................................................................
i write in hopes that someone will get to know me, want to know me, but i only reach one-two people. its a damn shame that i have no power. its a shame that minutes after i post i dont have over 100 comments like some of the blogs i read. that would be insane to me. it would be nice to even have 10 comments from people i dont know but have opinions on what im writing about. bleh, i want more than this. but who doesnt want more than what they have? the answer: nobody. it makes me sad that there are people in the industry that can do some much to change things but they take advantage of it all and shop, or go out everynight, or party thier lives away. once again, its a damn shame. i wrote this today when this idea was fresh in my mind...

"and i have much to say but i dont know where to start

maybe i will climb a mountain and scream my thoughts with the hope of someone hearing what i have to say.

maybe what i have to say is not that important

but to me its the equation to solve it all."

bleh, im not to proud of it, but hey, its not like ive been proud of much of the things i write these days. it was easier to write when i hated the world, it was easier to write when everything felt like it was falling apart. is that cliche of me? [i probably didnt even use that word right, i seem to be doing that a lot lately.] is it like every other song out there that has the background meaning of " i hate my life, its not what i wanted" all that metaphorical bullshit? in all honesty, im not to good with words, speaking or writing them. everything sounds so good in my head but when i try to convey it to other i sound like im insane. maybe i am?

oh &, im really bad at staying on topic....

apples are red, i like red, red is like blood, blood looks like ketchup, i like ketchup on fries, is it weird i like fries but not baked potatoes? there are some many ways potatoes can be cooked. baked, mashed, fries, tator tots, scalloped. scalloped potatoes remind me of the ocean. i like the ocean. its blue. i like blue.

from red to blue in 20 seconds.

kinda like those car commercials but the crayon version.

woah, im to weird for my own good. i just freaked myself out.

im think this is what the inside of my brain looks like, maybe a little more mushed up.

goodnight california.