To Spend As Many Days Here As Elvis

Well, it's that time of year again! That's right - it's summer. And summer for Brittney means only three things:

1. Depression
2. Anti-social behaviour
3. Reinvention

Indeed, summer is traditionally a time when no one talks to me so I go into a state of sleeping in as late as 2 or 3 everyday (everyday that I don't work, that is) and when I do go out, no one knows who the fuck I am because I am going through a period of rebirth, like a Phoenix.

This summer's reinvention catastrophe was kick-started by post-audition depression, and resulted in my locks being bleached four times and forced into submission - they are now a lovely golden blonde. Since this is the first time I've ever dyed my full head of hair, my hair is not too too happy about it and has become about as soft as straw, and virtually impossible to style. So I don't. I haphazardly run a straightener over the limp curls until it looks like I just got back from a day at the beach and then I shove a headband over top. Et voila, instantly chic.

This summer's soundtrack:
Bruce Springsteen's album "Born in the U.S.A."
and Billy Joel's Greatest Hits on tape.. that's right.
Also: Nujabes.

I'm also back on Weight Watchers, which makes socialization all that much harder. But if I lose enough weight, I plan to go get a tattoo to congratulate myself.

What's currently on my menu:
Blueberry frozen waffles with sugar-free syrup.
Ice coffee (and LOTS OF IT)
Pickles
Salads (preferably with radishes in them)

So I mostly spend my days not eating much, hopped up on caffeine, locked in the sewing room or watching Samurai Champloo with my little brother. With any luck, I'll be accepted back into Mount Royal so at least I won't have to waste another year of my life in a Safeway. If, for some bizarre reason, I'm not accepted, I'll just spend my year trying to save enough money to get myself to Reykjavik next summer, so I can spend my time being a recluse in another country.