My Real Name 2.

My real name today zesty
My name tomorrow shall be hopefull
My name when I become a mother
will be overbearing
When I am in trouble my name
is brittany catherine
To strangers my name is unknown
To some my name is crazy
To others my name is kind and caring
All of my different names are me,
who I will ne for the rest of my life.

My Real Name 1.

My real name is something hidden from this filthy world.
My name today most people will forget,
For those who will remember me my name is outragious
For the people who know the real me,
my name will always and forever be crazy
My name changesfrom day to day but overall
I am every single one of the names people call me.

Image Two

An empty field. Reminds me of being lost. It's so beautiful and peaceful looking. If I got lost and ended up in this field i'd never leave that place. It's somewhere to think and to get all of your feelings out. You could run for miles in this field, and it'd never end. A secret place to be is this field. You could bury people in this field and no one would ever know because the field is lost and no where to be found. If you end up in this field you'll never come out...I know that's a pretty scary thought. But it's true, bury people in this place and no one can know.

Image Three

She's falling into hell. The expression on her face is fear. She's nervous to get away from this place because she's being selfish for leaving everyone else behind. But her only way out it so let go and fall into a place for all eternity. The white dress is so beautiful and innocent, truly it hides her pain and anger.

I Remember,

I remember the day I left my dads house forever. I threw all of the bags into my moms car. Going back into the house to finish my hair for the lst day of school. I remember how hot it was that morning, my hair all frizzy and my makeup running down my face from crying so much, yet I stuck it out and left that house.
I remember the last day of school at MHS, exam day and I skipped the first half of the class period to walk around the town for the last time with my best friend emily.
I remember the day my mom got remarried, I was so excited for her, me and my sister cried a little.
I remember when I first seen Sarah. Somewhat looking like a bia, and then I met her. She's amazing ecspecially when she brings two loafs of bread and a tub of butter for us losers to eat.

First Memory.

My first memory is with my great grandmother. I loved to play polly pockets when I was a little kid. Polly pockets are little plastic dolls that have a house for them. Anyways, at a family event I took my great grandmother in a room to play polly pockets with me. I loved the fact that I always had someone to play with me... I call her Grandma D. She is amazing, a fragile thing who says exactly what is on her mind. She is now 90 years old, still walking and talking as if she was 20. I know for a fact that she would still play polly pockets with me til this day.

Full Mood Me

I Am Who I Am

I am a square,
Rough around the edges
I am a lost soul seeking his love
I am a no body trying to find the right path
I am haunting memories,
Bringing shame and unhappiness
I am awkwardness,
Strange and unwelcome
I am a computer chip,
Encrypted codes and hidden secrets
I am a crumbling wall,
With a deteriorating foundation
I am the reaction in the sky,
When sun and rain combine
I am a re born life,
A time for new beginnings
I am a tidal wave,
Ready to hit the ridged rocks
I am who I am.

-Brittany Stanek

New Words.

Noun-
hassenpfeffer-a stew of marinated rabbit meat garnished usually with sour cream
translocation-a change of location.
dipper-a person or thing that flips.
rove-an act or instance of roving.
cesspit-a pit for receiving wastes, as sewage, or other refuse.


Adjective-
solicitousness-anxious or concerned
niggling-petty; trivial; inconsequential: to quibble about a niggling difference in terminology.

"Let's Blog A Little."

I'm not so sure how to do this 'blogging' thing is supposed to go. But here goes nothin; Today is going pretty good, minus the tension during lunch; it's an awesome day for me... Maybe hanging out with my brestie Sarah after school, which is very nice to be reconnected with her.

School is almost over. I'm officially beginng to be afraid of leaving this school and go out into the 'real' world. Being able to do what I want, when I want is truly a scary thought. Most of us are used to having rules, but as soon as we step foot outside of this place on graduation day, most of us are on our own, it's scary huh?.