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rocknload1. Name: Brittany.
2. Age: 22, almost 23! I look and sometimes act younger, but I'm not honestly all that immature for my age. Which sucks, sometimes, because it'd make excusing a bunch of stuff I do a whole lot easier.
3. Location: Flagstaff, Arizona.
4. Occupation: Land surveyor. I work for my father's engineering firm, and along with him and my brother, we make up the whole company. I end up working anywhere from no hours a weeks to well over forty, depending on how much field work needs to be done, and it's random, so the job sometimes takes a lot of time, and I always have to be prepared to go on a trip.
During the week I also work four to eight hours at GameStop, to pull in some extra money and kill some time. Would you like to reserve a copy of Guitar Hero: On Tour? Star Wars: The Force Unleashed? Would you?
5. Partner: The fact that I don't date is the subject of gossip for many people I know. I try to avoid talking about it, not because I feel a giant void in my life, but because the assumptions people make can be hilariously insulting. Not that it matters, because people find it so bizarre that they tend to spread the news around. Once a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer decided to use this information to insult me in a rather nasty way, not to mention incredibly presumptuous and I wanted to punch him in the balls.
I was later told that my response was pretty much the verbal equivalent. I could've told him, "The reason I don't want to go out with you is because you're an ugly unfunny obnoxious asshole," but considering even friends of mine told me this wasn't a good enough excuse, I had to go and be a bitch. And people wonder why I don't want to play this game.
6. Kids: No.
7. Brothers/Sisters: Bryce and Bridgette. Bryce is three years younger than me, but our personalities and the way we were raised made it so we turned out closer than our ages would imply. People think we're twins a lot, because I look younger than I am, he looks older, we're exactly the same height and have similar faces--we also have a lot of traits that are, like, stereotypical twin behavior.
However. This identicalness does not always, or even often, translate into getting along spectacularly well all the time. Sometimes, not even a lot. We try to give each other space; we also have learned to use our identical thinking patterns to our advantage. If we're on the same side of a video game, a debate, or a potentially dangerous situation, we cannot be defeated. Ever. We even learned how to have entire conversations based on slight changes in facial expression when we were kids.
And then there's Bridgette, also known as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
penginchan. She was a great deal younger than us--eight years younger than me and five years younger than Bryce--and so was the victim of rather horrible sibling torture until she got to be old enough for us to consider her a person. Since then, she began mimicking us and perhaps took our copyrighted Cool Slacker personality to the next level--at fifteen, she's a first degree black belt, she can drive a motorcycle, she can play the drums. And she collects souls, including my own, but that's a topic for another day.
She also steals my clothes.
My parents decided to name us Brittany, Bryce, and Bridgette for fun.
I spend a lot of time with both of them.
8. Pets: I had two pets, Vergil the parakeet and Bill & Ted the gold fish. Buying things for them and taking care of them was the source of a great deal of amusement in my life, until they both died in the same week. This has put something of a damper in my faith in my own responsibility, and I've avoided getting any kind of pet since.
I don't actually like animals, though, so I don't feel like I'm missing much. Not to mention that my family has a shitload of pets running around the house--like, more than ten, so ... yeah, really not missing much.
9. List the 3-5 biggest things going on in your life:
1. Work.
2. School.
3. Writing.
10. What did you go to school for? Oh, lots of stuff. I was a Spanish major for a long time, I was an engineering student for almost an entire semester, and I've taken classes in many random things. Right now, I'm starting to get my prerequisites to get into nursing school--if I don't actually end up doing that, I'm on the right track, I think.
I'm incredibly academically inept, so since I've started school again I've been complaining a lot. The whole school thing is really hard for me, so if I'm like FUCK YEAH I GOT A B, or even sometimes FUCK YEAH I GOT A C, well, that's pretty damn good, for me. Because I'm so bad at it, I tend to feel like a grade-A moron when it comes to higher education, so my self-esteem takes a massive dive whenever I'm in school. I think this has already surfaced, in every area of my life.
I'm still planning on suffering through it, though. Alas.
11. Parents: My parents were married before my mom could legally drink and had me when they were younger than I am now, and they're maybe the youngest set of parents of anyone I know. They still both finished college, with me and later with Bryce.
My dad runs the previously mentioned engineering firm, and he works for himself because he absolutely loathes doing what other people tell him. He makes about exactly as much money as he needs to in order to support us and occasionally to buy cool things. I think it's cool that he managed to create this self-sufficient unit that cuts out pretty much everything he doesn't actually like to do, and lets him structure his life in a ways that's convenient to him. He's also a third degree black belt in taekwondo, and a first degree black belt in hapkido. He lifts weights a ton, too, so he's pretty strong--er, basically, he could fucking kill you with his bare hands. Sometimes I forget that.
My mom is a professional writer and an unpublished romance novelist--she's written like ten books, and has a big shot agent in NYC she flies out to see once a year. While she's waiting for her agent to make a sale, she spends her time writing articles. I think she gets like a hundred bucks a piece for them. What's really cool is that she has some friends who are pretty well connected, which means when I go to writing conferences with her I get to talk about writing with really cool people.
I owe my parents a lot for making the fact that I'm almost twenty-three and living at home not completely miserable. I'm treated like an adult, which translates to more responsibility, but I kind of like it that way. It means that I also get a say in some of the stuff that goes on here, like GET RID OF TIM. NOW. HE HAS TO GO. NOW.
12. Close Friends: I actually have more than a few of these, which is weird, because while I'm somewhat extroverted, I'm not all that ... friendly, I guess. I don't consider myself all that great a friend, if I was going to be brutally honest, so the fact that I get saddled up with so many really nice, really smart, really amazing people is often totally mind boggling, sometimes. I'd be a totally different person without my friends, and odds are I'd be a worse once.
Wow, I really really hated doing that. Talking about myself makes me feel kind of sick. And it took forever. I want a sandwich.
2. Age: 22, almost 23! I look and sometimes act younger, but I'm not honestly all that immature for my age. Which sucks, sometimes, because it'd make excusing a bunch of stuff I do a whole lot easier.
3. Location: Flagstaff, Arizona.
4. Occupation: Land surveyor. I work for my father's engineering firm, and along with him and my brother, we make up the whole company. I end up working anywhere from no hours a weeks to well over forty, depending on how much field work needs to be done, and it's random, so the job sometimes takes a lot of time, and I always have to be prepared to go on a trip.
During the week I also work four to eight hours at GameStop, to pull in some extra money and kill some time. Would you like to reserve a copy of Guitar Hero: On Tour? Star Wars: The Force Unleashed? Would you?
5. Partner: The fact that I don't date is the subject of gossip for many people I know. I try to avoid talking about it, not because I feel a giant void in my life, but because the assumptions people make can be hilariously insulting. Not that it matters, because people find it so bizarre that they tend to spread the news around. Once a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer decided to use this information to insult me in a rather nasty way, not to mention incredibly presumptuous and I wanted to punch him in the balls.
I was later told that my response was pretty much the verbal equivalent. I could've told him, "The reason I don't want to go out with you is because you're an ugly unfunny obnoxious asshole," but considering even friends of mine told me this wasn't a good enough excuse, I had to go and be a bitch. And people wonder why I don't want to play this game.
6. Kids: No.
7. Brothers/Sisters: Bryce and Bridgette. Bryce is three years younger than me, but our personalities and the way we were raised made it so we turned out closer than our ages would imply. People think we're twins a lot, because I look younger than I am, he looks older, we're exactly the same height and have similar faces--we also have a lot of traits that are, like, stereotypical twin behavior.
However. This identicalness does not always, or even often, translate into getting along spectacularly well all the time. Sometimes, not even a lot. We try to give each other space; we also have learned to use our identical thinking patterns to our advantage. If we're on the same side of a video game, a debate, or a potentially dangerous situation, we cannot be defeated. Ever. We even learned how to have entire conversations based on slight changes in facial expression when we were kids.
And then there's Bridgette, also known as
penginchan. She was a great deal younger than us--eight years younger than me and five years younger than Bryce--and so was the victim of rather horrible sibling torture until she got to be old enough for us to consider her a person. Since then, she began mimicking us and perhaps took our copyrighted Cool Slacker personality to the next level--at fifteen, she's a first degree black belt, she can drive a motorcycle, she can play the drums. And she collects souls, including my own, but that's a topic for another day.She also steals my clothes.
My parents decided to name us Brittany, Bryce, and Bridgette for fun.
I spend a lot of time with both of them.
8. Pets: I had two pets, Vergil the parakeet and Bill & Ted the gold fish. Buying things for them and taking care of them was the source of a great deal of amusement in my life, until they both died in the same week. This has put something of a damper in my faith in my own responsibility, and I've avoided getting any kind of pet since.
I don't actually like animals, though, so I don't feel like I'm missing much. Not to mention that my family has a shitload of pets running around the house--like, more than ten, so ... yeah, really not missing much.
9. List the 3-5 biggest things going on in your life:
1. Work.
2. School.
3. Writing.
10. What did you go to school for? Oh, lots of stuff. I was a Spanish major for a long time, I was an engineering student for almost an entire semester, and I've taken classes in many random things. Right now, I'm starting to get my prerequisites to get into nursing school--if I don't actually end up doing that, I'm on the right track, I think.
I'm incredibly academically inept, so since I've started school again I've been complaining a lot. The whole school thing is really hard for me, so if I'm like FUCK YEAH I GOT A B, or even sometimes FUCK YEAH I GOT A C, well, that's pretty damn good, for me. Because I'm so bad at it, I tend to feel like a grade-A moron when it comes to higher education, so my self-esteem takes a massive dive whenever I'm in school. I think this has already surfaced, in every area of my life.
I'm still planning on suffering through it, though. Alas.
11. Parents: My parents were married before my mom could legally drink and had me when they were younger than I am now, and they're maybe the youngest set of parents of anyone I know. They still both finished college, with me and later with Bryce.
My dad runs the previously mentioned engineering firm, and he works for himself because he absolutely loathes doing what other people tell him. He makes about exactly as much money as he needs to in order to support us and occasionally to buy cool things. I think it's cool that he managed to create this self-sufficient unit that cuts out pretty much everything he doesn't actually like to do, and lets him structure his life in a ways that's convenient to him. He's also a third degree black belt in taekwondo, and a first degree black belt in hapkido. He lifts weights a ton, too, so he's pretty strong--er, basically, he could fucking kill you with his bare hands. Sometimes I forget that.
My mom is a professional writer and an unpublished romance novelist--she's written like ten books, and has a big shot agent in NYC she flies out to see once a year. While she's waiting for her agent to make a sale, she spends her time writing articles. I think she gets like a hundred bucks a piece for them. What's really cool is that she has some friends who are pretty well connected, which means when I go to writing conferences with her I get to talk about writing with really cool people.
I owe my parents a lot for making the fact that I'm almost twenty-three and living at home not completely miserable. I'm treated like an adult, which translates to more responsibility, but I kind of like it that way. It means that I also get a say in some of the stuff that goes on here, like GET RID OF TIM. NOW. HE HAS TO GO. NOW.
12. Close Friends: I actually have more than a few of these, which is weird, because while I'm somewhat extroverted, I'm not all that ... friendly, I guess. I don't consider myself all that great a friend, if I was going to be brutally honest, so the fact that I get saddled up with so many really nice, really smart, really amazing people is often totally mind boggling, sometimes. I'd be a totally different person without my friends, and odds are I'd be a worse once.
Wow, I really really hated doing that. Talking about myself makes me feel kind of sick. And it took forever. I want a sandwich.
