It's time for a weekend.

Today I walked from the subway...through Little Korea...to work...with my skirt tucked in my underwear.

Springin'

Last night was my first softball game since third grade. It was so fun and the weather was perfect. And we won. I think my little cousin, Grant, would be proud, no?

On the way way home I was walking and a man in front of me grabbed the woman he was with at the stop light and started dancing with her. It was cute. They were happy.

Today I went to the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens with Samantha. It's a nice 40 minute walk from our apartment. I broke out the spring dress and we had ourselves a nice time:

Better than folding socks, Alison?

It reached the SEVENTIES today. I spent five hours cleaning. But then...

Me and Alison and Kate spent our Saturday night outside drinking wine, eating pizza, and blasting Pavarotti from our window.

Yesssss.

"High F above C..."

Last night I finished reading this book; Julie Andrews' memoir about her life up until she was offered the role of Mary Poppins.

When she was nine she started taking voice lessons and eventually was on the vaudeville stage with her mom and step dad. When she was twelve she began singing in a variety show called the Starlight Roof. The gag was, the host would have all the kids in the audience run up to the stage and he would pick out one to talk to (Julie) and after a few jokes, this random girl from the audience would sing.

She was a hit at first, but became a little boring as she got older and the song she sang got easier. So she showed them what she could do with "Polonaise Mignon."

You have GOT to listen to this. The whole way through. No cheating.



Now go buy the book!

Thank you, spring, for dresses and celebrities.

Today is sunny and in the 60s and I'm wearing a dress and boots. I couldn't be happier, even though I fell asleep on the couch last night and slept in thus prompting a semi-stressful morning.

I walked down to Union Square on lunch, like I have been doing for awhile now. It's about a mile away but I sit all day, it's nice out, I have a good book, and I like watching people.

But today, everyone and their dog was out. I mean that literally. Including Ethan Hawke and his dog. He walked by me on 21st street near Madison Square Park and was very involved in his phone conversation.

Anyway, it was really tough to find a place to sit down and read today that wasn't on the ground. Would it be weird to bring a lawn chair with me to work? Do they even have lawn chairs in New York?

Brittany makes stuff.

Check out my other blog that I just created at Alison's persistence.

Friday in the a-p-t.

Hmm...I spent my Friday night writing music. Two songs, AND I had time to whip up some brownies from scratch. I tell you truly, I am amazing.

I spent the first half of the night finishing up some stuff on the keyboard, then moved on back to my room and pulled out my guitar. It's been too long, guitar.

I added one song to myspace.

"Complete Me"

(I promise the song is not as lame as the title makes it sound...I think)

I've said terrible things
I've done horrible deeds
I was ashamed to tell you
I'm not what I seem
I'm not who they see

Tell me, Lord, that You'll fill the void
When I fall short
I need you, Lord, to fill the void
When I fall short
I'm halfway full
Complete me, complete me, Lord

I'm not good on my own
I'm a wretch on my own
I'm not ashamed to say
That I don't belong
I don't belong here

Tell me, Lord, that You'll fill the void
When I fall short
I need you, Lord, to fill the void
Where I fall short
I'm halfway full
Complete me, complete me, Lord

And isn't is just like You
Just like You
To fill my weary soul
Isn't it just like You
Just like You
Just like You
To mend my broken bones
And make me whole

Lord, please
Show us Your grace
Lord, please
Lead us with faith
We stand unashamed
For You are good to Your word

Tell me, Lord, You'll fill the void
When I fall short
I need you, Lord, to fill the void
Where I fall short
I'm halfway full
Complete me, complete me, Lord

I would like to thank Alison for letting me use her computer while mine is with the mac geniuses getting a new hard drive because mine crashed. We don't need to talk about it.

Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALISON! I love you and I don't know what I'd do without you. I know we joke when we say that but...seriously.