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Debate, College, and Road Trip Music

Published April 16, 2014 by Britt

I’ve been busy the past few weeks doing various different things. Starting out with debate and zombie army crawling towards Spring Break. But now I’m doing the Spring Break thing and I’m super duper happy.

Debate is a really odd thing, especially my style of debate, Student Congress. It’s similar to Model UN only much more AMURIKA and serious. Odd things happen in the chamber. People act like actual politicians and it can get actually pretty scary. But then there are some people who make for interesting stories.For example, I was at regionals and someone goes up to give a speech. This guy (We’ll call him Reek because he got on my entire team’s nerves and it rhymes with sneak… cookie for reference) went up and gave a decent speech, then took out a pocket version of the Constitution of the United States of America. Yes, the We the People one. He reads a section from it and ties it into getting rid of tobacco subsidies being unconstitutional then THROWS IT ON THE GROUND. Literally. Not dropping it.

Like this.

Now, we do the whole congressional oath of office thing at the beginning of the tournament, including swearing to protect and defend the Constitution, and I think throwing it may be a violation of that. Somehow.

We tried to disqualify the speech and label the book as a prop (which we were pretty sure you can’t have), but the speech was included later on because apparently the prop rule was in the rule book… two years ago. So the director gave them benefit of the doubt and kept the speech, and Reek won the tournament, much to my team’s distaste.

Funny side note: One of my teammates is in theatre, so she taught us some vocal warmups they do in theatre and we were doing them in a circle. A girl we know came over and thought we were talking strategy but then she heard us chanting about mixed biscuits and became concerned and confused.

So once that exhausting tournament was over, spring break came down upon me like a gift from the gods of the universe and Neil DeGrasse Tyson (Yes, I’ve been watching Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey and it is magical).

Spring Break means vacation time, and vacation time means college touring.  It was while I was college touring that I have found the college of my dreams.

College is a weird thing. College is like a wedding dress. You have to try on a few before you find The One and it’s super expensive.

Randy and the other lady were my parents. I’m in the dress. Mel and Munchkin are on the couch.

My parents and I have pretty much been on the same page of the college thing. I made my expectations fairly clear to them, and they seem to have gotten it. They’ve been pretty okay with it too. So they took me college touring on this fine spring break, and we went up to Gettysburg College.

We pulled into town and I was in love.

We pulled into the parking lot and I was truly in love.

By the time we finished the tour, I was ready to pack my stuff and move in.

Gettysburg is a magical place filled with quaint historical houses, ghosts, and you probably are breathing the same air Lincoln breathed when he gave the Gettysburg Address. It’s a bit of a tourist area, but it has more local restaurants than chains. I mean I saw the chains, I ate at a Friendly’s and got Starbucks plus saw the fast food chains and a Domino’s, but it’s CHARMING. There was one restaurant we ate at that was in the tavern area of the oldest building in Gettysburg called the Dobbin House and it felt like I was eating in a tavern, complete with somewhat dim lighting and candles. The food was delicious and it was my favorite restaurant that we ate at.

The college itself has gorgeous buildings on a well maintained landscape, nearly in the heart of the historic area of Gettysburg,  and is a bit larger than my high school. It has the traditional feel of William and Mary but there’s less of a pressured vibe to it and it’s not like other schools in its own weird way. It’s scholarly, but it’s not intimidating, and it’s interesting. I felt like I would fit in perfectly there, and I would never want to come back home. I’m sure I will, but I love that college so much it’s a problem. The library is wonderful, the on-campus housing is beautiful, and I love everything and everyone. Mom and Dad really liked it too, and was happy that I was happy. I really couldn’t put it into strong enough words at the time so the best I could do was emit high pitched squealing.

While we were there, that stupid cold front that dumped snow on Watson while she was looking at Notre Dame blew through while we were tramping about on the Gettysburg battlefield. It was muddy, it was cold, it was rainy, and that probably muddled my concentration on remembering the battle, but it was still really amazing. It’s a huge battlefield, and we only saw a few of the monuments. We tried to find where Lincoln delivered the Gettysburg Address (which my mom was surprised was only a few minutes) but the only sign we found about it said that it was “nearby.” Eventually we gave up because it was cold and rainy and went to get hot chocolate from Starbucks.

Today we went to Chocolate World in Hershey and made our own chocolate bars while wearing sexy hairnets. And then we drove home for most of the day.

Road trips aren’t a bad thing, right? And then you get caught in D.C. traffic. So you turn up the radio to distract yourself from the annoyances. This wouldn’t be so bad if you hadn’t spent most of the trip listening to music from the 70s-2010s. I like that music, but it gets less nostalgic overtime. And I would want to go back to the modern pop hits because my parents don’t like my indie rock jams, but dear god can radio stations overplay songs. So can society.

Let’s do a case study.

“Happy” by Pharrell was originally written for the movie Despicable Me 2. It’s a positive and upbeat tune that doesn’t discuss drugs, sex, alcohol, violence, etc. because it was originally intended for a children’s movie. It’s also been nominated for an Oscar for best song, but lost to Frozen‘s “Let It Go.” By now, if you haven’t heard this song, you’re living under a rock and I would like to join you.

Now, I like the song. It’s a good song, it’s refreshing. The video features normal people doing a happy dance and it’s cute. The only thing I dislike about it is Pharrell’s ridiculous hat.

I don’t get it! What is he, a mountie?! Why is this a thing?!

But then it comes on so much you can’t escape it. And then your school does a video with the teachers dancing to it. And they play that song in the hallways. And project the video during lunch. On loop. For thirty minutes. The video was cute. But then I grew increasingly UNHappy. My taste for being happy was soured by a bad case of Overplayitis. And that’s sad.

Of course I tried to change the channel a lot, but I was trapped in the back seat, so my arms didn’t extend that far. I also had earbuds and freshly loaded CDs on my phone, but phones die eventually.

The music industry is weird nowadays. I don’t like how they’ve allowed so much screaming of sex and drugs to be played so often, and they’ve let autotune rule everything. Then they spoil a perfectly good song and then it all goes back downhill from there. I really liked “Radioactive” by Imagine Dragons, and “Counting Stars” by OneRepublic. And then they beat it until it was beyond dead. “Happy” will be the same way. And looping songs like this made for a bad road trip.

I’m just glad to be out of the car. I don’t know how I got to this. It made more sense in my head, but it’s late and I’m tired. We’ll go with it.

Brittany talks about food.

Published January 26, 2013 by Britt

Today we’re going to talk about some of my favorite things: Food!!!

To start off, let’s look at the food item mentioned the most around here: The Mug Brownie.

Look at this ooey gooey deliciousness.

This stuff is GOOD. I had to tweak the recipe and added a bit more sugar to it, but wow. I love chocolate, I love brownies, give me more. And if you want to make your own, here is the recipe I use. Good stuff right here. It’s quick, it’s easy, and the stuff most likely is in your house this very second. If not, you don’t have the basic recipe items and you should get them now.

And next, MEAT!!! I really love meat. Good stuff.

Despite its anachronisms, I love this movie.

I like to think of Chien Po from Mulan as my meat spirit animal. Beef, pork, chicken, mmmm. *Chinese whistling* I was on my forums this afternoon and someone posted that they would give their girlfriend heart shaped steaks for dinner on Valentine’s Day. You better give me heart shaped steaks. Well seasoned (I hate marinade because the flavor never stays). Wrapped in bacon. And chocolate to go with it. I’m really not that hard to romance, just be chivalrous and give me food and I’m yours.

Today I tried making this magical thing I found on Tumblr today called fairy bread. It’s Australian, and actually not scary and very easy to make.

It’s fabulous bread.

Guys, that is bread, butter, and sprinkles. SPRINKLES. That was a good snack today. A very good snack in my pajamas which by the way, I stayed in all day and my dad never stopped me. He won yesterday by sending me out to lunch with my grandmother. BUT NOT TODAY BECAUSE IT SNOWED AND WE DID NOTHING. HAHAHAHAHAHA. EAT THE FAIRY BREAD, FATHER.

Anyway, all digressions aside, back to food. One thing that I’m incredibly picky about is…

Mmmm salad.

Oh yes. Bacon. I like my bacon crispy, but not too crispy. And I dislike turkey bacon, it’s wannabe bacon. And don’t get me started on Canadian bacon, that stuff is ham. Don’t tell me that’s bacon. And the amazing thing is, bacon can go with just about anything. It’s fabulous. You can’t go wrong with it. It is BACON.

It’s so treasured, it’rs wrapped in gold.

CHOCOLATE. Nothing else to say. Just CHOCOLATE.

What food to I really hate though? Fruit. I don’t like the texture, I don’t like the taste, it’s just… ugh. I’ll drink orange juice and lemonade. I’ll eat the yellow Skittles. I’ll eat a cherry or even strawberry lollipop. But don’t make me eat the real stuff. I want to vomit. It’s nasty. Get out.

Anyway, what are your favorite foods? What foods do you hate? Are you willing to try this stuff now? Leave your answers in the comments, and I’d like to start hearing questions about me from you guys as well. I’ll answer my favorites in one giant post at some point.

I upset a bulimic woman once.

Published January 9, 2013 by Britt

Thanksgiving.

My uncle just had surgery and couldn’t go anywhere for the holiday, so they invited my family over for an after party almost. Upon our arrival we saw that there were some people there (I don’t really know who they were) that were playing cards and drinking large portions of alcohol.

Now most of you are probably thinking where this is going: I had alcohol.

WRONG.

My parents are really hard to sway when it comes to convincing them to let me have a sip. I ended up getting some dessert they had: chocolate cake.

Now, one of the girls there was coming in and out of the bathroom, puking. I had assumed it was the drunkenness. But that was until she started eating a bunch of food and then going into the bathroom: signs of bulimia.

As I got up to get something to drink, I think it was water or something, and the one guy there asked me how much I weighed for some reason, and guessed 98lbs. I responded with the correct answer of 99.

Just a quick FYI: I’m not anorexic. I have a high metabolism. I really love food. I own a shirt that says “I ❤ Bacon.” I love food, and you can’t say I don’t eat. I do. I just don’t look it.

I sat back down at the table and was about to start eating my half-eaten cake again when the girl picked up the fork I had used and just scarfed down the cake. It made me a little sad, because guess where that cake went? That’s right, right back up and into the toilet. I think I really upset her by answering the question, and sometimes I feel bad when I’m telling the story. I’m sorry, drunken woman!

And also, don’t starve yourself or binge eat. That’s bad. If you have these problems, go talk to someone, because chances are you’re going to die if you don’t stop. You’re beautiful the way you are, and don’t let anyone tell you any different. And I’m not saying only girls do this, because I’m sure guys do this as well.

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