Yes, hello to everyone out in there in the vast regions of cyber space.

My life is changing dramatically, like so many other teens, so to help cope I was told by a friend to write in a diary, or start a blog. Since many of the people I know have blogs, I thought I’d break down and have one as well. I will save the juicy stuff for the pretty flowery diary I have.

My name is Brittney Miller. My life is hectic, warped and right now pretty much sucks but I suppose every teenager says that. I think that I, perhaps, have the right to truly feel that way.

Let’s just start from just the beginning of this year. While the other seniors were enjoying their last days of school, my grandfather accused me of trying to poison him, after I drove him to the hospital and stayed with him a week…the police seized a bunch of my things, including my new Linux computer, threatened to indict me, except *tada* they didn’t have any evidence to indict me so I was not indicted by the grand jury. I didn’t have anywhere to stay so my boyfriend of two and a half years and his mother let me live in their home. But as soon as school let out and we moved into different counties, he decides that we need to have time to grow. So we aren’t together as of last week. Really, it just sucks. I really disagree with the choice but I respect him enough to let him live his life. I do understand that he needs to get his life sorted out, I wish him the best in life. You never know, maybe after college, if we still love each other, things will work out. I hope so, but I am just glad we are still friends, he’s a wonderful guy. Stubborn but awesome. I have shared more with him than anyone in the world, and I would not trade our time together for anything in the world, no matter how horrible the pain of not being with him is (oh yes, it hurts BAD…more than any other break-up I have ever experienced). I will never say a single bad thing about Byron, no matter what happens. He’s one of the few truly good people I have ever met.

Also, there are several other things that I feel are personal enough not to share with the world. They are worse than what I have mentioned, in a way, and only a few people will understand when I say I miss Lola, named after the kinks song, god have mercy on me I know that’s strange to name anything after that particular song, but I love it. Plus, that’s my odd sense of humor kicking in.

I think this is a great song, rumored to be about Candy Darling, whom I admire (a transvestite in Andy Warhol’s circle of friends).  I admire the strangest people.

I will write whatever strikes me on this blog, and it may very well be scatter brained but this blog is for my benefit, not yours, so my guess is if you aren’t interested by this point you aren’t reading.  More later, so cheerio for now.