I Have a Real Real Problem With This.

At least once in my life, someone told me that I remind them of Youtube personality Miranda Sings when I get frustrated. That's because when I'm upset my voice gets weird and I say "WHAT?" in what can be described as a Miranda-esque voice. 

Now what I'm about to write made me so mad that I didn't even say "WHAT?" like I normally would.

No, ma'am. And no sir. I don't discriminate by gender who reads this blog. And because that last sentence reminded me of She's the Man here's a clip about not discriminating based on gender. Watch or don't. I just thought maybe it would help you follow my train of thought better. 

But getting back on topic. I am real riled up about something that happened to me last night. Actually, this morning.

At 4:40 in the AM to be precise.

Now, I'm sure everyone reading this (who hasn't already heard this story because I did rant a little about this to one or two friends today) is thinking "Breanna, you goose. You should have been SLEEPING at 4:40 AM."

I was, friends. I truly was. So asleep. So asnooze, like the Whos or whatever.

I was asleep, that is, until the phone rang. It didn't so much ring as make a terrible sound which is supposed to be "vibrating" but sounds like a jammed woodchopper is searching for my soul in order to devour it.

This terrible thought invaded my sleep, but as I do with just about any alarm or sleeping interruption I waited for it to stop or for Trenton to fix it so I could keep sleeping.

Then this conversation occurred:

The scene: Breanna and Trenton's bedroom. 4:40 AM. 

Trenton: Breanna. Your phone is ringing.

Breanna: huh? *checks the phone. It is indeed ringing* What on earth? (the thought process here as I looked at a number I didn't recognize was "no one on earth would call in the middle of the night unless there was a dang good reason. If someone is in trouble, I want to know. So I answered the phone.)

Breanna: Hello?

Man with VERY strong accent with background noise of bustle and chatter: HELLO!

Breanna: *hangs up. is mad*

Phone: rings again and is same number

Breanna: Are you serious!? *answers phone again* Hello?

Same Man as before (not Trenton, silly, the other one): HELLO!

Breanna: It is the middle of the night. I'm not taking this call right now.

Man: *hangs up*

And then I couldn't sleep well for the remainder of my limited resting time. And I'm still so mad! I'm mad that he called twice and interrupted my sleep, but also hello lack of professionalism. He should have at least said, "Alright, sorry" or "My bad" or "bye". 

I'm not pleased. I'll get over it. Life is still beautiful and wonderful and full of joy, and so many worse things in the world have happened. But this is the thing that made me frustrated. SO. If a man calls you in the middle of the night ESPECIALLY if this happens when you're already sick, please know that I am more than willing to commiserate and perhaps start a group to track down call centers and find people who call other people in the middle of the night and tell them to their face, "Your actions hurt my feelings. I hope you make better choices in the future."

New Semester: More Dancing, Less Writing and lots of Random

I haven't updated this blog in a long time. Not a famously long time like three years, but long enough that it feels weird to be writing. Weird but good. Kind of rambly. Not sure exactly what to say. And I hate that feeling, because it's been a long time, so I should have PLENTY to say. Heaven knows I ramble and ramble every single night while Trenton's trying to sleep but apparently my day was SO interesting that I have the right to interrupt him. And then I sit down and realize its been months since I've posted and....

...

and words decide they don't want to hang out. It's like when you get together with a friend you were really close with but haven't seen in a long time and then have no idea what to say. It's awkward. Know what? Maybe just I'm awkward. Psh. That can't be true, I mean, yes, I am awkward, but I'm sure the not knowing what to say thing has happened to other people besides me.

But enough of that. It is a new semester, and this semester has decided to remind me that I'm a dance major. I am taking a LOT of classes, and only one of them in a non-dance class. I probably would forget that there even was an upper campus if it weren't for that darn physical science class way the heck over in the Clyde Building. But I digress. All the dancing is certainly happiness making.

Another happy making thing is that I finished reading through and marking up the full first draft of my novel. Back in December. Aaaaaaaaaaaand since then I haven't really touched it. Which is TERRIBLE and I feel guilty, but it's a little overwhelming to be honest. I went through my full draft and used an upsetting amount of post it notes and slashed through full paragraphs with the red pen and it felt glorious to get through all that. I found all the problems. Oh boy. There are lots. More than twelve, even. This next step, fixing them, has got me pretty stressed out. But now that I've written it down and confessed my pathetic unwillingness to carry on to all of you my loyal readers of this immensely popular blog, maybe I will man up and actually get down to business (not to defeat the huns, but nearly equally as epic.)

Or, maybe I'll just watch more Gilmore Girls. I haven't watched that much Gilmore Girls actually, because Trenton thinks its kind of stupid (he says he doesn't, but he does and that's ok) so I just watch an episode every now and then. But today I felt ill and lame and Trenton was at school and I was woozy so I just watched like three episodes. And might I just say, that it has been a treat for Trenton. I have been singing him that blessed theme song throughout the evening. He's been a saint and hasn't acted annoyed. Here it is if you care to hear. I promise I sing it in all its affected 90s glory.

Oh gosh. It's a gem, folks. Also, I need to tell you all that if there's one thing that drives me crazy its that all the music in Gilmore Girls consists of a WHOLE lot of la-ing. If you would like to hear my rant about the la la la la la music in that show feel free to ask. Otherwise I will spare you all.

Well. This has been a disjointed and not very purposeful blog post, but hopefully it will serve its purpose of getting me back into blogging. Let's even set some goals.
1. Write a blog post about once a week. Unless there are super important things to say, then obviously way more blog posts are needful.
2. Edit that novel. Take the silly manuscript down from the top of the bookshelf and fix the problems. I commit to spending at least half an hour five days a week to this task. That's all I can promise today, but its a lot better than nothing.

Keep being beautiful, kind, loving people. Wherever you are. And with that, I bid you good night.