Buster Brown

Buster Brown was my chow-chow/golden retriever dog mix who recently passed away for an unknown reason. He was close to ten years of age and still full of life. He was my best friend and one of the best dogs I have ever known.

What better way to wake up then to have your dog lying next to your bed, and standing up and wagging his tail when you whisper “Buster!”? This was one of two ways Buster would greet me in the morning. The other? He would wait at the bottom of the stairs and I would look over the landing and joyfully say his name and wait for him to look up at me with his big brown eyes and wag his tail and wait for me to walk down the stairs to pet him.

If I was the first one up and awake, I would go into the office room and sit on the couch and turn on the TV. Then, Buster would plop down beside me and stare at me until I pet him. If I was unlucky enough to wake up last, I would watch TV in the living room and Buster would hop up on his chair across from me and we would watch TV together.

During the day, Buster Brown would follow me around often, especially if I had some food. He would just sit next to me and stare at me. Or he would just lie near me. Either way, he was always near me throughout the day. If I ever left the house, Buster would follow me to the door and stand there, staring at me as I said, “Peace out, home dog.” After I got back, I would be stalked for the rest of the day.

At night, when all was calm and I was ready for bed, Buster would follow me up the stairs and into my room. He would sniff around the room like something had maybe changed from the night before. Then he would find his way to the rug next to my bed, sit and wait for me to pet him and say goodnight. He would lie down and I would listen to him breathing as we both fell asleep.

Buster Brown. Always in my heart.

By Brittany

Renaissance Festival

I went to the Renaissance Festival and what an amazing place it is. Stores of clothing and jewelry and armor and weapons and other odds and ends. Then there are rides and shows of all sorts.

If you happen to arrive early, you have the chance to see a small skit before they open the festival. As I stood there watching, straining to hear the King and Queen, a strange shadow came behind me and my friend nervously moved away. Frightened, I did not move a muscle. All of a sudden, a giant hand touched the top of my head. Then another hand came from the left and touched the side of my head. As quickly as the shadow came, it left. The shadow was none other than a giant King costume. I have never been more frightened and more excited in my life.

After inside, my friend and I browsed through stores, staring at the jewelry and clothing like they were the most amazing things in the world. The clothing is so meticulously made and beautiful. And expensive and uncomfortable. I got the opportunity to try on a corset, a deep red. After it was all laced up, I felt pity for women in the Renaissance era. It is not possible to breathe or bend or do anything in a corset. If I had the money, I would buy one nonetheless.

If my first two experiences were not enough, more were to come.

If you have ever gone to the festival, you surely know who the Washing Well Wenches are. And if you do not, shame upon you. These two ladies, Izzy and Winnie, are hilarious and quite talented. They can make you feel awkward and excited at the same time. I just have to say, thank goodness I am not a man. During the show, Izzy sat on a man shoulders and covered his head with her dress (do not fret, she had on bloomers underneath), and told him to be quiet. Awkward, yet funny and exciting.

Renaissance Festival. You must see it sometime in your life.

By Brittany

College

It is almost senior year and it is that time to start looking at colleges and deciding what colleges you like and applying to colleges and getting rejected by colleges and all that fun stuff. I just cannot wait for summer to be over and get right down to the college process. I have over four thousand colleges in the US alone to choose from. I only wish there were more to choose from make my decision just a tad harder.

I do believe I will be able to narrow it down to approximately twenty to one hundred colleges in a very short 6 months. Then, I get to apply, which, by the way, will probably be my absolute favorite part. I figure it will only take me four days to fill out each application, which, when you do the math, comes out to almost three months to around over a year for filling out applications. Stacks of papers and envelopes and essays and stamps and rewriting my name and address and phone number over and over and over. I can already smell the fresh scent of pills and lovely people in white coats. I think I shall be able to send out my applications within two years. I will just hang out in high school for an extra year to pass my extra time.

The excitement of receiving a letter from a college just makes me so giddy. I have already got my tent supplies ready to camp out next to the mailbox right down my street. I do not think I could take the suspense of having to walk three hundred feet to the mailbox everyday. Scaring the papers out of the mailman’s hands just sounds so much more fun.

I have been told that receiving a rejection letter is just so…heavenly. A little piece of you just dies inside and I only assume that piece goes to heaven, so it must be a nice feeling. I want to feel a little piece of heaven, so naturally I am excited to receive these letters.

College. The question is, are you ready for me?

By Brittany

My First Post!

Hey everyone! This is my first go at blogging, so I've decided just to make a blog just about random stuff. I will be blogging about pretty much anything. Gaming, programming, graphics, sports, music, food, life tips, school, absolutely anything pretty much.