I go into handicapped people’s homes and help them with daily activities such as cooking, cleaning, bathing, and I take them to do activities…I love it!

But I had to practice c.p.r. A lot.

C.P.R. is strenuous work, but I understand that it is very important to know when dealing with disabled patients, some of whom have suffered brain damage. But whew, I am glad I quit smoking a long time ago.

I think that things will get better now that I am doing something to contribute to the world around me.

Thought I would give a blog today since so far, I have had a decent day!

I went to the doctor for a checkup, that went well. I am loosing weight!

Now, I don’t think I am terribly fat…but I would like to loose weight. I put on some weight while taking birth control, which is LAME, but I am loosing what I gained initially…woohoo!

I treated myself to a moolatte…(I really am loosing weight…I just don’t eat healthy.) My thing is, if I just eat a little of what I want, I am good. I don’t do the healthy diet, really. I skip meals, except I don’t skip breakfast. Tried that, and it caused me to gain weight. So I have cereal for breakfast…a SERVING SIZE of cereal. That keeps my metabolism from shutting down. Plus, I pop two Leptopril to keep me from feeling hungry right after I eat. I think its helping but it damn well better, I spent nearly 40 bucks on those stupid things.

So…enough about that…because my method of dieting is weird. I strongly advise that no one follow my method, there. Now if someone tries it and gets sick I can’t be sued.

The moolatte from Dairy Queen is effing awesome. I drove around drinking that, wasting gas because I really didn’t have anywhere to go. But I felt the need to get out of the house, and driving is fun so just this once I drove around aimlessly. And I enjoyed every moment of it.

I would also like to aknowledge the fact that Obama beat Hillary, even though it really doesn’t make me a lot of difference because for once, I would’ve voted republican for Ron Paul. I don’t like our candidates, etc. etc., this has been politics with Brittney Miller.

I also got my last report card from high school EVER!!! Straight A’s, baby!

I am off to listen to the oldies station, currently the Beach Boys (fun fun fun until her daddy takes her t-bird away…) Cheerio!

The drama went on from there…oh but yes. He found out while I was there that she cheated on him (filthy whore) and the poor boy had a mental breakdown. She actually told him because she said she felt guilty, and I suppose I should respect her for having the decency to tell him of her infidelity, but it was just heart wrenching to see him so sad, I hate to see anyone I care about hurt.

Its very awkward, in case you have never experienced this scenario, to be around someone who has just learned their love has betrayed them. I love the boy, he’s a great guy and I’ve known him forever. I wanted to help him, but when someone has an aching or broken heart there is absolutely nothing that can console them. Trust me, I know. So I offered to give him time alone. He asked me to stay with him a while, and god help me he looked too sad to leave. So we hung out for a while, watched a movie, just relaxed a little. Talked music -Nine inch Nails, mainly… – But he was hurting, bad. So I hung around until he was ready to actually sleep. I honestly think he just didn’t want to be alone. I understand that mental state very well, I hate feeling alone more than nearly anything, I think he and I share that feeling.

I left him to sleep by Peanut, the wonderfully sweet Dotson dog of his. She is 10, and she loves him so much. She loves me too, which is funny since she normally doesn’t care for outsiders. -she hates his dad’s girlfriend-

I hope things get better for the boy.

You know, even if its hard, there is never really a dull moment in my life.

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.