This should serve as a warning to all the girls out there searching for a "reliable" boy. If they exist, they are extremely few and far between. Here are a few examples of an unreliable boy:
#1 Datt, you, and some other friends decide to watch a movie. After making an elaborate plan involving taking people home, calling people, getting the movie, picking people up, and finally watching the movie, Datt decides to meet you at your house. Sounds fair enough until you get home only to wait for an hour and never see any sign of Datt and never hear anything from him.
#2 Seter says he will stop by on his way through town. You are happy because you would like to see Seter and show him something cool (like your new house or something). The time rolls around when you agreed you'd call, but Seter comes up with the lame excuse of "running late."
#3 Byson wants to watch the musical your friend was in because he missed it. He makes a plan to meet at your house at 7:00pm Monday night. Byson then tells you to call your friend and tell her to bring the video over. Monday night at 7...8...9..10...still no Byson. You decide to watch the video without him. Finally, Byson shows up at 10:30 spouting off some excuse about cars not working or some such nonsense.
Now, as hypothetical as these examples are, they could happen. Let's just say-for argument's sake-that they did happen. I think it would be best to not be bitter and realize that Datt, Seter, and Byson are your friends, and while you may write about their unreliability in your newsletter or whatever, they still make you laugh! And, unreliable or not, you'll still call them next time.
MY SISTER THE RETARD:
On the way back from Casper my family stopped at Perkins in Sheridan. My sister's eyes grew wide when she found out that we were going in a public place for lunch and realized that she was only wearing her pajamas-slippers and all. She quickly threw on her sweatshirt in the 90-degree weather and her boots, which were the only shoes we could reach, and walked inside trying to hide. During lunch, Blake leaned over to me and said, "I'm wearing Dr. Martin boots, Tommy Hilfiger pants, and a Liz Claiborne top and I look like a homeless person." I died laughing and so did my family when I told them what she had said. After thinking about it, I realized that Blake has always tried to set that trend. She used to have some shoes that she wore so long my dad called them her homeless shoes and forbade her to wear them. I guess the "homeless look" never took off like she had hoped.
SAY WHAT?!:
Steph and I went down to our church's camp on Wednesday for their evening service. Afterward we went on a wild goose chase to find our siblings. Being from a loud family (except me), my sister wasn't too hard to spot. I found her and hugged her and then all her little friends hugged me too. Not only did they hug me, but they all made some odd noise at me as well. Hali was making some bizarre noise with her throat, Jenny was singing a ridiculous little song, while Blake was speaking gibberish, then Kristen came up and said, "Woooo! Wooooo!" All of a sudden I looked up and all the little children were swarming to me. They all began to sing the song Jenny was singing.
I don't want to be a chicken
I don't want to be a duck
So I'll shake my butt
Shake Shake Shake Shake (your butt of course)
Then they all formed a circle around me shaking their butts. I'm sure it was quite the sight. Finally, I asked, "Okay, so if you don't want to be a chicken, and you don't want to be a duck, so you shake your butt,.what are you?" They all seemed stumped for a minute until Blake screamed, "ME!!" They all seemed satisfied with that answer, so I let it go.
OTHER NEWS:
For all of you who have been asking-I will be returning to Bozeman on the 26th of August.
WARNING: Don't make me bring back the Brittany's Thoughts on Forwarded Messages column!
SIGN OFF:
I appologize to any of you who may have received this numerous times. I don't think my outlook express has been working properly, so I had to send this one in two parts. It's amazing what I go through for you people--you should be flattered.
-brit
