Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

This made me very happy

So, here's something no one would ever say about Breanna. "She's just one of those girls that is sooo sweet. she'd never wish anything bad on anyone. she just sees the good in every person. i don't think she' s got a mean thought in her head."

cause the fact is, i do have some mean thoughts in my head. which is why these pictures made me VERY VERY happy.

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(no wonder Hugh prefers me!)

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I'm pretty sure all you bloggers think it's altogether awesome (especially the chicks). Even if you won't say so out loud.

Sunday, September 11, 2005

5 Reasons Hugh Grant Probably Digs Me

Reason Hugh Grant Probably Digs Me #1:
I've heard nothing to the contrary

This much is true—I have yet to hear a single thing about Hugh Grant not being completely into me. Since I've been given no reason to presume that Hugh Grant doesn't want me, I am left with no other conclusion but that, in fact, he most likely wants me pretty bad.

I remain flattered but uninterested. No doubt he's practicing writing "Breanna Grant" over and over again in his diary, with big swirly loops and hearts. And someday we'll have a drink, and I'll show him my diary with "Breanna hearts Hugh" written over and over again with big swirly loops and hearts, and oh, the laughs we'll have. Oh, the drinks we'll also have. Oh, how drunk he'll get. But mostly the laughter.

Until then, consider me forbidden fruit, Mr. Grant. All the swirly loops in the world won't change that, even ten million swirly loops. Do well to remember that.

Reason Hugh Grant Probably Digs Me #2:
Guys dig sweet, mysterious chicks

And let me tell you, I've got sweetness and mystery coming out my ears. Mysterious? How many chicks keep a spare wig in their glovebox? If you said "no chicks" you'd be wrong by precisely one chick:me.

Originally I did it because I wanted to turn my boring regular life into something that resembled that chick in Alias. Wigs always did the trick for her. So i decided to start some secret ops, you know, to make the wig worth it. but it turns out that bank tellers won't so much give you money when you look nothing like your ID. and they don't like it when you tell them that only the hair has been changed to protect the innocent. They start to ask questions, and not nicely. Accusingly. And eventually they get really accusing and mean, and you cry a bit, and you tell them you were only wearing a wig for the purposes of administering justice. And they won't listen.

Even though I had to scrap 90% of my original wig plans, I still managed to get a barrette with some blond hair attached to it.. Well, little blond braids. Even so, these barrettes still rocket me up to 10% Alias; by my calculations that works out to 100% blond-braided mysteriousness. Ask the weather man and he'll tell you: 100% mystery equals warm fronts with a 100% chance of Hugh Grant wanting me.

I will be completely frank with you: I can't actually conceive that Hugh Grant wouldn't be pretty turned on by all that. Plus, if he ever breaks a shoe lace I can always unsnap one of my braids and come to his rescue.

Reason Hugh Grant Probably Digs Me #3:
I'm pretty sure I heard him say he digs me

At least I think I heard him say he dug something—I connected the dots myself on that one. It was at a party a Hollywood producer was throwing in celebration of some movie or another. I think it starred Richard Gere, but then, so do a lot of movies, and you don't see any parties for them. Anyway, it starred some guy.

I don't know what Hugh Grant was doing there, exactly, except for "looking dashing" and "digging me, most likely," two things I’m completely positive of. I'd been breaking into the producer's house at the time on one of my Alias excursions, but all the noise from the living room kept distracting me from emptying out the contents of the den into a sack, so I decided to mingle a little.

The second Hugh laid eyes on me, he turned to some chick and whispered something. I'm a bit of a lip reader, and I'm almost certain he either said "I dig that chick" or "Eye-gag, thought shreek," which kind of looks the same lip-wise, even if it doesn't make a bit of sense. So either Hugh Grant totally digs me, or he's a blathering idiot. This syncs up with most of my theories on men to date, actually.

Sadly I was unable to chat the dashing, accented Mr. Grant up and get to the bottom of things, as through no fault of my own I was a little drunk and got into a hair pulling fight with some lady that was spending a little too much time oggling Hugh's tush. I most likely would have been arrested, except I managed to break away by gagging her with one of the blond braids.

Reason Hugh Probably Digs Me #4:
Science agrees with me.

I crunched a couple of numbers on this, and it turns out science backs my Hugh-digging hypothesis 100%. Check it out:

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Note the above scientific facts point only to the possibility of Hugh Grant proposing marriage to me, not any indication of my hypothetical response.
The naysayers among you might be able to refute the rest of my arguments, but you can't beat stone-cold science. That's why it's called science. Refuting scientific logic is like slapping Isaac Newton's face — it's simply not logical to do it. Who'd slap Isaac Newton's face? That's ridiculous. Anyway, that's you.

Reason Hugh Grant Probably Digs Me #5: Check out this handstand


[flawless handstand]

Your Honor... I rest my case.

Monday, September 05, 2005

the "if i had a life" post

If i had a life (which apparently i do not) i would post something along these lines today:

"Today was totally awesome! i hit the beach with 20 of my closest friends for a day of fun in the sun! this is the view from inside the boat as we went tubing!
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and here are some of the gang just chillin' in the water, taking in the rays
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after a fantastic day in the waves we decided to take a twilight cruise. Here's a shot from the cruise ship
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I couldn't believe how wonderful it was. we laughed and drank and had a grand ol' time. it was the best day of my life!!! I'm so glad I'm not one of those people who doesn't have plans on labor day and just spends the day grocery shopping and bleaching that space in between each tile on the kitchen counter! those people are losers!"

I'm going to bed. just as soon as i get the bleach smell out of my fingers.