<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:49:23.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You  may say I'm a dreamer</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>124</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7167062641183978778</id><published>2011-09-30T22:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T22:29:47.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CSU lost a student today. I really didn't even know him. Was introduced to him at a party and knew of him. And yet I still feel so incredibly sad for everyone who did know him, and his family. It sends replays into my mind of the moment I found out that Rea died. I don't wish these moments on anyone. All we can do is pray and hope and be there for each other.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rest in Peace Joel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7167062641183978778?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7167062641183978778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7167062641183978778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7167062641183978778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7167062641183978778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/csu-lost-student-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6514659914174763570</id><published>2011-09-08T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T23:01:35.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chaucy  Monster</title><content type='html'>I had to make one of the toughest decisions I have ever made yesterday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chaucer had gone in to get neutered and while he was in we had him tested for Feline Leukemia because one of the other kittens in his litter had it. Since only one of the other kittens had it we were sure we had nothing to worry about but just wanted to get him tested. Well at 9:30 in the morning I got the call that he did in fact have it.  My world came crashing own. I know it seems a bit melo dramatic that I was this upset over my cat being sick but really my little world didn't h ave far to fall. You see this also  happened to be the morning of my best friend's father's funeral. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I called Josh to ask him what he thought we should do but he was just as distraught as I was. There were two choices. 1. Let him live. and 2. Have him put down. I wanted nothing more than to let him live. To have my little boy come home that very night as if nothing had happened. But I knew that by letting him live meant a lifetime of suffering for my little monster. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The way this illness works in cats is they either get sick and die or they live the rest of their life never being sick but always able to pass it on to others.  But were we willing to take this 50/50 shot that he would not suffer? Did I mention that a cats life expectancy with leukemia is 3 months to 3 years? Our time with him would be numbered. Also he could never be around babies Even though cats can not spread the illness to humans a babies immune system is so low that it would still make them sick. Knowing that Josh and I want to start a family in about 5 years also made our time with Chaucer limited. And what were we going to do say well we wnat kids now so I guess it's time to put the cat down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you haven't already guessed we opted to have Chaucer put down. After seeing Ghost ( our yard cat) suffer until the day he died I just couldn't do that again.  Of course I wasn't in Columbus when I made this choice so coming home today was so much fun. Walking in the front door and not being greeted by him was so very sad. My tiny house now feels large and empty.  I have been the only one home for most of the day and I feel so depressed to be here by myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That little boy drove me up the wall. He chewed threw my cell phone charger, her chewed threw my ipod charger. He eat anything he could fit in his mouth. He always attacked my knitting and woke me up at 6:30 every morning.  He bit my face and attacked my feet and always jumped in the sink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I am going to miss him so so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6514659914174763570?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6514659914174763570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6514659914174763570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6514659914174763570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6514659914174763570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/chaucy-monster.html' title='Chaucy  Monster'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7018116308061277437</id><published>2011-09-06T10:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T11:06:53.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nannying it up and some updates</title><content type='html'>For a month now I have been nannying to amazing little girls.  It a job that is so much more amazing than I ever thought it would be.  It is days full of playing and laughing a lots and lots of play dough.   I am not saying that it is always easy. There are hissy fits and sibling rivalry but it is all a learning experience. I love these two little girls so much already.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of nannying I am busy all the time. Get off work around 5 trying to be in bed by 10 and trying to have a social life.... which for me really means knitting a whole lot. I am totally ok with this is :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Springer starts back up on the 17th and I am so excited to be working in theatre again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a much sadder note something that I have been dreading for about 7 years now happened. My best friend's dad passed away . For some reason I thought that since we knew it had been such a long time coming that it would be easier but it just isn't. The Donaldsons have been my second family my entire life.  I know that he is not suffering anymore and that he is at peace and that makes me feel a little better, but it will all just take time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are going in a good direction right now.  And I am happy with they way things are :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7018116308061277437?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7018116308061277437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7018116308061277437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7018116308061277437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7018116308061277437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/09/nannying-it-up-and-some-updates.html' title='Nannying it up and some updates'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2184869698257916502</id><published>2011-08-14T18:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T18:53:26.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Friend's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yesterday my best friend Shannon got married :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a beautiful location in Stone Mountain in a hotel that I didn't even know was behind the mountain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked beautiful and so did the ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful day and I am so happy I got to spend it with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhghS48_VR8/TkhRza_J5aI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yOlWZlwRheA/s1600/wedding.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhghS48_VR8/TkhRza_J5aI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yOlWZlwRheA/s320/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640848477140936098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2184869698257916502?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2184869698257916502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2184869698257916502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2184869698257916502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2184869698257916502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-best-friends-wedding.html' title='My Best Friend&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NhghS48_VR8/TkhRza_J5aI/AAAAAAAAAZg/yOlWZlwRheA/s72-c/wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-5223943357721694018</id><published>2011-07-29T18:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T19:09:14.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait..... Done Dog Done????</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow officially ends my summer at The Springer Theatre Academy. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-how is it possible that 40 days have already come and gone?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with Go,Dog.GO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What an amazing experience!!There were times when it was hard but it was always oh so much fun. My A5's were so amazing and talented. This is a very hard show, and they took on the challenge with eagerness and did so amazing! After two weeks of shows, it was very hard to see it end. To watch Springer students who have been doing this since they were 5 years old have to say goodbye to being a Springer Student. I am not going to lie. When they gave each other their tributes I lost it. I am so glad that I got this opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the show closed it was right back into TA mode. Although with it being the week of 7 presentations it wasn't like I had  to much teaching to do. It was a lot of watching what they had been working on and getting to sit there in awe of their talent. A4 made me cry like a little girl and impressed me more than they will ever know. A3 also showed great talent and put on a really cute show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow night is banquet. I have been told I am going to cry my eyes out. It is a time to honor all the hard work the students have done this summer. I am so proud of all of the students I got to work with this summer and am just so sad to see it come to an end.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know what I was expecting to get out of this summer. But the knowledge and experience that I gained will be something that I never forget. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-5223943357721694018?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5223943357721694018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=5223943357721694018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5223943357721694018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5223943357721694018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/wait-done-dog-done.html' title='Wait..... Done Dog Done????'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3703314445705715030</id><published>2011-06-22T23:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T23:16:17.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time and the Living is Hectic</title><content type='html'>I think it is safe to say that this is one of the busiest summers that I have had to date. Since I haven't updated since graduation I guess I will start with Maymester.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this May CSU started the Columbus Rep Theatre. This means that for 3 weeks I did nothing but work in the scene shop and go to rehearsals for Nunsense. It was a hectic and stressful time but all in all worth it. The girls are amazing and the show looks great. The process was not without it's drama and it's craziness but for the most part a very enjoyable time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to June. 23rd birthday, woot! 2 years with Josh! And now Springer Theatre Academy! We are in week 3 of Academy and I am loving it! Getting to see so many groups of kids grow over the  last 3 weeks have been so amazing. It is crazy at times and comes with a lot of mornings waking up way before I want to but it is so worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Already I have gotten used to waking up at 7am. This also means that on the weekends I am normally up by 8 or 9 since this is now sleeping in for me. I have gone back to my extreme hermitness and going to bed before midnight but let's be real I am ok with this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also on the agenda for this summer has been a whole lot of reading! I am on my 9th book since May. It is one of my favorite things of the summer, just having the time to read a good book at the end of the day to help me unwind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Josh is busy sending off resumes and trying to land his dram job. I however am trying not to stress about my job situation until later in July. I may have a job in the works but nothing is too final yet. As the summer goes on I am able to completely evaluate a game plan for life after college and look into possibilities that are arising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3703314445705715030?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3703314445705715030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3703314445705715030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3703314445705715030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3703314445705715030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-time-and-living-is-hectic.html' title='Summer Time and the Living is Hectic'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-900748805005062000</id><published>2011-05-08T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:06:53.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Undergrad</title><content type='html'>I have been putting off writing this, as if not writing it will stop the end of my undergrad from coming. But I know that is not how it works. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These five years at CSU have been some of the best and the worst times of my life. I have grown so much as a person, as an actor, a technician and a teacher. Who would have thought that a girl who knew so little about theatre would leave someone so confident in an art that they love. Yes there have been hard times. Yes there are times that I want to throw in the towel, but in the end this is who I am and what I want to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to end this with some advice to my freshman self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Get enough sleep, but the nights you stay up too late with your friends just because will be magical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.Eat. Even when you feel like you don't need to, eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.Study, after all it is what you are here to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.Take every opportunity and make some of your own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.Don't be afraid to let people in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Dating is scary, and no one is really good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Don't let the cast list dictate your happiness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Times are going to be hard, but you are going to learn so much from them. This is your time to do what you want to do and learn what you want to learn so enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with that I say goodbye to my undergrad and hello to my new life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-900748805005062000?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/900748805005062000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=900748805005062000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/900748805005062000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/900748805005062000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/05/goodbye-undergrad.html' title='Goodbye Undergrad'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6234951327642869627</id><published>2011-04-20T18:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T18:20:14.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An update on the life of a burnt out college student</title><content type='html'>As we reach this point in the semester I find it harder and harder to care about most things. Mostly school. There are days I am sure I could just sleep all day but I am never quite sure if that would even help this eternal state of half awake I seem to find myself in. Some days I even forget that I am almost done. In 19 days I will walk across that stage and worry about what comes next. Like I haven't been worrying about that for the last five years...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As strange as it sounds I don't always feel ready to leave. I know that I am ready but I am not always sure that my heart and my head are in the same place. I like school. I get burnt out on it but in the end I really like school. I like being a student. It isn't even a because it is  a carefree lifestyle thing. Or a not wanting to grow up thing. I just like school. It makes me wonder if I should look into grad programs, but I just can't will myself to do it. As much as I like school, I think that I have been in some sort of a learning center/school since I was 9 months old and it makes me realize that it is time to get out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on the now. 2 weeks of classes left. 19 days till graduation. A whole lot of stress in between. And an strange calm that has set over me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6234951327642869627?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6234951327642869627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6234951327642869627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6234951327642869627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6234951327642869627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/update-on-life-of-burnt-out-college.html' title='An update on the life of a burnt out college student'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6962482564226714105</id><published>2011-03-17T20:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:30:08.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My last spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;53 days.&lt;div&gt;In 53 days I will walk across the stage and be a graduate of CSU. This is still sinking in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But on to things that don't give me stress dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week was my last spring break! It was a great week of relaxing and getting to spend time with friends. On Thursday My mom, Josh and I drove down to Savannah. We went to just check some places out for the wedding. After doing some research from home we were all coming to the conclusion that the wedding might have to be somewhere else. As bummed as I was about this I knew it might be for the best money wise. After looking around on the first day it was looking like Savannah was even more out of the question than we thought. Considering the only place we really liked was a ten thousand dollar MINIMUM!! However on day two we fell in love with a venue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hUCZ_Whd9s/TYKmKvvO8QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_sRTVokgR0o/s1600/mul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hUCZ_Whd9s/TYKmKvvO8QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_sRTVokgR0o/s320/mul.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585209191436316930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the courtyard of the Mulberry Inn. The lighted room you can see is where the dinner will take place and the doors at the back of the courtyard leads to the dancing area. It was perfect for us.  And at a price that didn't make us want to get married by Elvis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course once you have a venue and hear the price the money thing starts to weigh on your mind.I am more than a little stressed out about how many people to invite and were to get the money to pay for this but I know that it will all work out in the end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While in Savannah I got sick. ugh. I tried so hard to pretend that I wasn't but to no avail. That was a week ago, and I am still sick and now so is Josh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Internship wise things are still going great. I don't get to work there as many hours as I was before because my new class has started but I am still at least 10 hours a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I just have to sit back and enjoy my last little time in college.  53 days... wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6962482564226714105?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6962482564226714105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6962482564226714105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6962482564226714105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6962482564226714105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-last-spring-break.html' title='My last spring break'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hUCZ_Whd9s/TYKmKvvO8QI/AAAAAAAAAYA/_sRTVokgR0o/s72-c/mul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6985692252499094755</id><published>2011-02-17T18:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:47:59.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 3</title><content type='html'>These last two weeks of my internship have been a lot of work and a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was my very last Thescon. I am happy to say that not only did I survive but it also ran very smoothly. There are always some bumps in the road but nothing too big. It is so strange to know that it is my last Thescon I ever have to go to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the internship side I have been busy busy busy! The season announcement party is the 24th so I have been preparing for that. It means a lot of envelopes need to be stuffed and a lot of lists need to be looked at to make sure no one has been left off the list or that we aren't sending invites to the same person more than once. I feel like I am always in a battle with my new nemesis, the printer. I will win this one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In Dreams/Nightmares opens this week, which is crazy to believe because I feel like we just started. I am both nervous and excited for it to go up. But mainly just excited that I get to see my family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6985692252499094755?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6985692252499094755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6985692252499094755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6985692252499094755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6985692252499094755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/week-3.html' title='Week 3'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-693165449287322429</id><published>2011-02-07T15:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T15:13:05.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Internship</title><content type='html'>New Year, new Internship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my last two internships this one is a little closer to home. And of course by a little I mean 15 minutes from my house. This semester I am interning at The Springer Opera House (http://springeroperahouse.org/plaintext/home/home.aspx).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My positions doesn't excatally have a name. I am the nomad of interns. If someone needs help doing something well than that is what I am doing for the day. Right now I am printing hundreds of envelopes and praying that none of them end up upside down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my last internship blog I do  not plan on updating this one every day. How know, it could happen but I'm not planning on it this time.  So here is my list of things I am excited about with this internship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Getting to work somewhere that I know people and the place.&lt;br /&gt;2. Getting to work in many different areas of the theatre.&lt;br /&gt;3. Getting to sit in on rehearsals for the different shows going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are more but the printing is distracting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-693165449287322429?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/693165449287322429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=693165449287322429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/693165449287322429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/693165449287322429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/internship.html' title='Internship'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-4250086931387136967</id><published>2011-01-14T13:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:59:59.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing Those Limits</title><content type='html'>This week has been a big challenge for me physically. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I have either worked out, danced or both. I can feel it in every part of my aching body too. My joints hurt, my feet are sore, my knees and back are bruised and I love every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has pushed my knee and ankle to their limits. I can't even remember the last time my ankle really got swollen but it sure did last night. Luckily Josh went out and bought me an awesome ice pack.  My knee has been hurting but it is always hard to tell if it is because it is actually hurt or because it is so flipping cold outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great first week of my last semester :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-4250086931387136967?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4250086931387136967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=4250086931387136967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4250086931387136967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4250086931387136967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/pushing-those-limits.html' title='Pushing Those Limits'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3302595792881603226</id><published>2011-01-10T23:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T23:46:55.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>I find it funny that when I get Cabin Fever I get productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved having this time off but I am going stir crazy. Case and point the house. Since this break started I have reorganized every room in the house but the bath room and Megan's bedroom. I've done loads of dishes, witch is the one chore I don't have to do here. We bought a bookshelf  and moved all of Josh's and my's movies onto it. This caused us to move the chair and to reorganize the bookshelves in the other room. I've cleaned out the drawers in my bedroom and threw out a bunch of stuff that I don't need anymore. I even got Josh to get rid of some of his old shirts. I even cleaned off my vanity and made it much more usable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also found loads of time to cook and bake. It has been wonderful! It is something that I have always loved to do but just never really have the time for. I know that once classes start tomorrow the only real day I will have time to cook a big meal will be on Sundays. Other days I will have to make due with the fast recipes that I have found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be sad to see this free/productive time go but at the same time I am so ready to be busy again. I also know that after I graduate I wont always be busy with things I like to do so I guess I will embrace this time while I have it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3302595792881603226?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3302595792881603226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3302595792881603226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3302595792881603226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3302595792881603226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-8857845230142413135</id><published>2011-01-01T19:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T19:36:31.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolutions</title><content type='html'>I'm normally not big on New Years resolutions. They don't get kept or I forget about them. This year I plan on doing some that I think I can actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 365 Picture Project: This is something I have wanted to do for a while but decided to wait until the new year to start. You have to take at least one picture every day of the year. I have already put up my first one on Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. No Jeans for 1 month. I read about this on Collegefashion.net I wear a lot of jeans so I think this will be a fun challenge for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Another idea from college fashion, One month dedicated to dresses. I own a few dresses so this wont be the hardest thing in the world but I think the fun part will be finding new ways to wear the dresses so they don't get boring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Read at least one book that is a classic that I just never got around to reading before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is were I am starting for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to 2011!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-8857845230142413135?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8857845230142413135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=8857845230142413135' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8857845230142413135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8857845230142413135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2011/01/resolutions.html' title='Resolutions'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-9021225098062348740</id><published>2010-12-30T10:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T10:26:17.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>It's that time again. Time to see the close of another year and dream about the next. This year has been amazing. Who would have thought that a year that started out at Hooters would have turned out so nice. So the big highlights of 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Hooters....&lt;br /&gt;*Josh's and My's first home together&lt;br /&gt;*Crazy For You, enough said&lt;br /&gt;*So much dance&lt;br /&gt;*An amazing 22nd Birthday&lt;br /&gt;* ENGLAND&lt;br /&gt;*Getting engaged :)&lt;br /&gt;*Spelling Bee&lt;br /&gt;*Knitting, knitting and then some more knitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was filled with more love and friendships then I could have ever asked for. And now as I approach the final semester of college and the closing of a big chapter in my life. Now I get ready for the real world. For auditioning. For planning a wedding for living a my life to the fullest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-9021225098062348740?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9021225098062348740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=9021225098062348740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/9021225098062348740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/9021225098062348740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2127131408543617157</id><published>2010-12-20T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:44:48.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home again</title><content type='html'>It's good to be home :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit and realize that this is my last Christmas of college. The last Christmas break. It is both a happy and sad thing to realize. This break home is longer than last year, not like that is hard though. But it is still short, only a week. Today was the day to relax and knit. Tomorrow my dad and I are going Christmas shopping. Wednesday I am going to David's bridal with Leah and maybe Shannon. Thursday I am going into work with my mom and Friday Josh will be here to go to Christmas eve service with us. Then Saturday it is back to Columbus to spend the day with Josh's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have an Internship for next semester which is a relief because otherwise I would not be able to graduate in may. For now I will keep fingers crossed and enjoy my time at home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2127131408543617157?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2127131408543617157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2127131408543617157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2127131408543617157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2127131408543617157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/home-again.html' title='Home again'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-9070773938049654372</id><published>2010-12-14T23:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:44:06.024-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Fall Semester</title><content type='html'>Today I finished my last fall semester at CSU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few weeks have been nothing short of crazy. First of all there was my Senior Acting Recital. It went better than I thought it ever could. Kate and Larry gave us high accolades after our final dress and that just put us all on a high. Different pieces felt stronger on different nights but over all I was just really proud of the work that we had all done on the show. Of course we all bawled the last night, it was a very bitter sweet ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much time to ride the endorphins high however because it was now crunch time for finals. My final scene for directing also had to go up the day of my final dress for my acting recital. I had great actors and the best blocking I had, had for a scene yet. In the end I got an A on my analysis and scene and am very happy and proud about that. After a theatre history paper being written it was time to study study study. From the grades that have been posted it has been worth it. I got a C in Philosophy. Considering I thought I was going to get a D I was very happy. My theatre history final was this morning and I feel great about it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time of the year also calls for hard goodbyes and Christmas parties. I had to say goodbye to one of my first friends here at CSU, it's going to be very strange to not have Liz around anymore but I'm so glad that she is getting out there and perusing her dreams. A few of my other friends also graduated this semester, it is going to be so weird for so many people I came in with to be going in January. I feel like almost every night for the past week I've been to one Christmas party or another. It has been a great way to unwind. Last night was a Wine and Cheese party with a bunch of Josh's English friends. It was so much fun to just sit around and talk to a bunch of new people and to get to know Josh's friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my mom and Tori are coming to Columbus to see Oz and take me home on Sunday morning. I'm excited about coming home for a week and getting to see my old friends and possibly even start looking at wedding dresses. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-9070773938049654372?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9070773938049654372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=9070773938049654372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/9070773938049654372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/9070773938049654372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-fall-semester.html' title='Last Fall Semester'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-913337120591049100</id><published>2010-11-27T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T12:56:04.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much to be thankful for</title><content type='html'>So last year I didn't go home for Thanksgiving.  At the time I didn't think it would be that big of a deal. My family has always loved Thanksgiving but it never felt like this big important holiday.Boy was I wrong. It was very hard to be away from them and to spend it with someone else's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year however was much different. Josh and I drove to Paulding Wednesday night and stayed threw yesterday morning. As always it Thanksgiving wasn't a huge ordeal but it was my family, and it was perfect. Then yesterday we drove back to Columbus to have Thanksgiving pt.2 with Josh's family. It was a great break. It was perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my last real day of break and it is going to lots of fun. In a little while I'm going to go get new headshots then tonight we are going to a hockey game! In one week I will be almost done with my senior project. I still can't fully wrap my mind around this.It just means that graduation is that much closer. Next semester is going to be busy and fun and I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-913337120591049100?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/913337120591049100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=913337120591049100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/913337120591049100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/913337120591049100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-much-to-be-thankful-for.html' title='So much to be thankful for'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-8632815800236805301</id><published>2010-11-14T12:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T13:04:03.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running</title><content type='html'>So I might, and might is the key word here, be doing a commercial soon. It's Laura Croft theme so basically I need to get back in to the habit of working out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to get back into the swing of things I ran the half loop of lake bottom yesterday. It's not very far but it was a good way to get started. Of course today my body hates me a little bit. But it will be worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next semester I am taking swimming and dancing in Robin's senior project so that should help me stay in pretty good shape :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have missed running outside so very much. It is a great way to clear my head. When I run outside I feel like I could run forever. I love it so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-8632815800236805301?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8632815800236805301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=8632815800236805301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8632815800236805301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8632815800236805301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/running.html' title='Running'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2732672375921992123</id><published>2010-11-10T22:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T22:54:57.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop stressing</title><content type='html'>I keep stressing over the little things.&lt;br /&gt;This needs to stop. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;This always happens at the end of the semester. I just need to breath and remember that I am almost done with the semester. That next semester is the end. Honestly, and this is going to sound strange, I think that I am stressing so much because I have free time. I seem to stress more when I have time to not be productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But soon I will start rehearsals for my last directing scene.&lt;br /&gt;I will start rehearsals for Robin's senior project (YIPIE!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I have my senior project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should stop stressing and learn to embrace having time to be down with homework by 10pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2732672375921992123?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2732672375921992123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2732672375921992123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2732672375921992123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2732672375921992123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/stop-stressing.html' title='Stop stressing'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3031292258137625989</id><published>2010-11-06T00:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T00:18:48.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the go</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been very busy but for a change not in a stressful way!&lt;br /&gt;I've had general auditions,senior sem auditions,a directing scene, auditions for Robin's senior project and a Jury for my senior project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been nice to be so busy because it keeps the stress of what is to come after graduation away. It's a nice introduction to what the dream is. Auditioning a lot and finding time for what little free time you can have to yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note my mom and I have been sending pictures of wedding dresses back and forth a lot this week. It's really exciting! I know that it is still really soon to start looking at dresses but we are trying to get a lot of things done now while I am guaranteed to be stationary because in a few months who knows what could happen. Plus anything I can do now to prevent stress when the wedding is closer is alright with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3031292258137625989?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3031292258137625989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3031292258137625989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3031292258137625989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3031292258137625989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-on-go.html' title='Life on the go'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-5210009773935703058</id><published>2010-10-26T18:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:33:35.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Senioritis</title><content type='html'>I have senioritis something awful right now!&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with you I have had it for about two years now but it's kicking in full force this year. I feel zero motivation to go to class or do my work. I do both of these things and I am doing well in my classes but most days I just don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to wish away this year. Its my last year of college and I want to enjoy this "carefree" lifestyle while I still can. But with that light at the end of the tunnel so close, it just becomes harder and harder to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of this was triggered by senior sem on Friday. We read our manifestos. Now this is a paper that I never wanted to write. It has been stressing me out all semester. But once I wrote it, it was really not big deal. But when everyone went around the room and told what they wrote about it just become this really emotional day. Writing down what you feel about theatre but saying out loud is a whole other beast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was also KK's wedding and let me tell you how much that did not help my I'm ready to graduate mindset. It is still the strangest thing in the world to me that my friends and I are old enough to be getting married. Let alone that I am engaged. The wedding was a great way to spend time with friends that I haven't really gotten to spend anytime with in a while. It also made me want to get married so much more! Three years is such a long time to wait. All I want to do is plan things and try on pretty dresses but I know that I still have over 2 years to do all this and that I shouldn't start now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look back on my life here at CSU and I just have to laugh. I laugh at the good and the bad and the things that I have gone through. It just all seems so crazy. I wouldn't trade any experience I have had here. Sometimes I wish I could talk to my freshman self and just let her know that in the end it will all be ok. Like we said in senior sem the only advise we would give the incoming freshmen is to fail. Fail big time. And when your world feels like it is crashing down around you and you have to rediscover who you are, well then you know you are doing something right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-5210009773935703058?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5210009773935703058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=5210009773935703058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5210009773935703058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5210009773935703058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/senioritis.html' title='Senioritis'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2655925194345345403</id><published>2010-10-18T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T22:38:51.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break Come Back Please</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a whirlwind of a time with a lot of driving around. On Thursday Liz,Kristin, and I drove to Savannah. I love that city! We meet up with our friend Sam and got to hang out with him and some other friends from Columbus for the night. The next day was our GTC auditions. Before auditions I got to see my friend Jennifer from Flat Rock. It was so good to see her again! That summer will always be one of the best I have had and it's great to get to live in that moment again, even if it is only for a few minutes. Anyways..... The audition went, ok. I felt good about it, but it wasn't the best it has ever been. The audition felt kind of strange. But you win some you lose some. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night Liz and I drove back to Columbus. We were both a little punch drunk from the stress of the day but it was a lot of fun to get to spend that much time with Liz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I drove home. I got to have lunch with my dad and we went to a clothing warehouse and looked around for a while. That night we went out for Kaylee's bachlorette party. I will say before that night I had never been to a strip club. And now that I have been, I don't really want to go back haha! We had a fun time though so that is all that counts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my mom let me sleep in and skip church since I didn't get in till 3:30, but that afternoon we went to church for the instillation of our new pastor. After a quick dinner I drove back home to Columbus.whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I said whirlwind with a lot of driving. This weekend isn't going to be much better with Kaylee's wedding, but I'm really looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started analysis number two for directing class. This one is a little more slow going then the last. Granted it is an older script with way more characters in it then 'Night Mother. I am really excited to do it though. I turned in my Directing two application today so I feel like I have to do really well on this scene. All in all I am about ready for this semester to be over. A nice break will be a good thing. Next semester is going to be super busy but it's my last one so I'm ready to take it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2655925194345345403?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2655925194345345403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2655925194345345403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2655925194345345403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2655925194345345403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-break-come-back-please.html' title='Fall Break Come Back Please'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-4128327069594552969</id><published>2010-10-12T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:09:08.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Break</title><content type='html'>Fall Break was the best thing that has happened in a while!&lt;br /&gt;It gave me time to get over this stupid head cold that I have, alas I still have a cough but it wouldn't be GTC without a cough now would it! I got to sleep and see friend, it has been lovely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I plan on starting analysis number two! It is not due for about another month but I really want to knock it out early so that I am not stressing and so I can have Kate look over it for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that this semester is half over! I am starting to feel antsy and I just want to get school over with. I have been here long enough now it is time to test my wings and see if I will soar or crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at 998 days until I will be Mrs.Rebuck, and while this is still 3 years away the fact that it is under a thousand days just makes me really excited! It is a new chapter of my life that I can not wait to experience. It is honestly a chapter that I never thought I would be able to open. But it is true what people say. When you know you know. My dreams and goals haven't changed, now I just get to take someone along for the ride :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-4128327069594552969?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4128327069594552969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=4128327069594552969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4128327069594552969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4128327069594552969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/fall-break.html' title='Fall Break'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-4970482146383719037</id><published>2010-10-07T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T17:58:56.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And a little less</title><content type='html'>This week has been a roller coaster of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;First of all it was just a busy week. A paper for theatre history, my directing scene, two midterms and my manifesto. Lets just say I was not looking forward to it at all. &lt;br /&gt;My paper was easy enough I guess, I wrote a letter from a wife to her husband who is away at war.  Midterms were a hard, but it was my fault for not studying enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scene, oh goodness my scene. &lt;br /&gt;The cut of my scene was a very hard starting place, but I felt that it was the best place for me to start it. The end is really tricky to block, even the stage directions in the actual script were confusing to me. I had some people come in and watch my scene and help me fix the trouble spots which made me feel a lot better. In the end the scene went really well and I am very happy with it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manifesto is still not done and a rough draft is due tomorrow. uhg. I just need to sit down and finish it but I have hit a wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, did I mention that I have a senior project jury tomorrow? This is the one thing Im not too horribly worried about. Chad is a great partner and I love the scene and now I just need to work it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After tomorrow's jury I will be on fall break and all will be good :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-4970482146383719037?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4970482146383719037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=4970482146383719037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4970482146383719037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4970482146383719037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/and-little-less.html' title='And a little less'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7123851112217593426</id><published>2010-10-04T22:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:19:16.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, hello fall</title><content type='html'>So I went outside this morning and it was colder than it was in my house.....&lt;br /&gt;I love fall.&lt;br /&gt;I have always been a summer person, but for some reason this year I have really embraced this fall weather. I think it's because it makes me think of England. This is the weather, minus the rain, that I got to enjoy all summer and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started rehearsals for my directing scene and things are going really well! I was having trouble with my blocking so I had Josh come in and help me fix some things and now I feel a whole lot better about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I have two papers and two midterms.UGH! I am done with one paper which turned out to be not that hard, thank goodness! And the other one is the rough draft of my manifesto. I have been dreading this paper since I was a freshmen but I am not as scared about it as I thought I was going to be. I just need to sit down and write it. I am however nervous about my Theatre History and Philosophy midterms. I am currently taking a break from studying for my theatre history one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to keep thinking that we have a break after this week! That is what is getting me through. A nice long weekend and maybe Six Flags! I will just keep chugging along. And keep a positive attitude!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7123851112217593426?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7123851112217593426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7123851112217593426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7123851112217593426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7123851112217593426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-hello-fall.html' title='Oh, hello fall'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2390917561690912572</id><published>2010-09-29T11:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:42:45.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just bob with it</title><content type='html'>I actually went through with it, I cut my hair into a medium bob! I love it!! it sits just above my shoulders and feels so light :) It also makes me not look like I'm 15 so that's nice. It is also nice to know that if I can go this short I could go shorter, which I plan to do at sometime, I'm still dreaming about having that pixie cut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get my new headshots done today, which I am really excited about. I haven't had new ones since the beginning of junior year so it's been  a little while. Then I have to finish filling out all my paper work for GTC and that will be that. I only have a few more weeks till the conference and I am really excited about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/TKNeLQbeVBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sc0C1gZh1ig/s1600/short.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/TKNeLQbeVBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sc0C1gZh1ig/s320/short.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522361115568133138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2390917561690912572?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2390917561690912572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2390917561690912572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2390917561690912572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2390917561690912572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-bob-with-it.html' title='just bob with it'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/TKNeLQbeVBI/AAAAAAAAAXY/sc0C1gZh1ig/s72-c/short.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-4096131812738589701</id><published>2010-09-27T22:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T22:26:30.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bee</title><content type='html'>Well I have now left Putnam County and I must say it was a very bittersweet goodbye. It was my last main stage show for CSU as I have decided not to accept roles for next semester. I know that it is a good choice for me. For one I would really like to direct a One Act. Of course I have to do well in Directing One first but I'm keeping my fingers crossed on that. Two I want to try and find extra work for the weekends if there is any that I can find so I have more to add to my resume which would be nice. But back to Spelling Bee. It was one of the best shows that I have gotten to work on at here, and the audiences seem to really enjoy it too! So I couldn't of asked for a better last show :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtc Convo was on Friday and I think that this is the best audition package that I have ever had! Overall I feel like CSU is sending a really strong group if auditioners. So I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directing one is not as scary as I thought it was going to be. My first analysis is coming along nicely and is due Thursday. I am really excited about my actors too and I know that they will do well! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will now get back to my knitting and enjoy what is left of my relaxing day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-4096131812738589701?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4096131812738589701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=4096131812738589701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4096131812738589701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4096131812738589701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-bee.html' title='Good Bee'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-4675358237583809684</id><published>2010-08-21T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:31:02.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>Well the semester has started back in  full force!&lt;br /&gt;All of the classes I am taking this semester require a lot of reading and papers. I told my mom that I am going to schedule a nervous breakdown in October. I know I will able to get it all done but I also know it is going to be a LOT of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spelling Bee is still going well. Of course with the good comes the bad,but it will only make me work harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tired on the wedding dress that my mom bought but never used to see if I liked the fit of the top so I could shorten it, but it didn't fit like I wanted it to so it looks like it is back to the drawing board for the reception dress. I also tried on the dress that my mom did use, it was beautiful but just not the dress for me, luckily my mom felt the same way :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-4675358237583809684?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4675358237583809684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=4675358237583809684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4675358237583809684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4675358237583809684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7443358057694171559</id><published>2010-08-12T00:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:39:05.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Bee thing</title><content type='html'>It is day three of Spelling Bee and I am already so tired! But in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like its rehearsals on crack, 5 hours a day doesn't seem like it would be that bad but it is a lot to take in a once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been doing a lot of character work for this show, which is not something I am used to doing with musicals, but with Dur it's pretty much a must. I have really liked that time to play though! Since I am the understudy I don't get to work on the characters on stage but when we do character work I get to work out these three different girls life's for myself. I have tired to take time each day to work on each one of them, but most. Something happened yesterday when we where doing once exercise. Something that it took 4 semesters of failed Misner to happen. I started to cry. Just putting my character in a situation made me cry! It was a very freeing moment. I also crafted an entire world for one of my characters that I am really excited to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got to go on all day as Marcy, which was fun and stressful all at once. It was fun to be someone, but it made it much harder to remember blocking for everyone else that I have to keep tabs on, especially while we where blocking a song. Granted I'm pretty sure no one wrote down much blocking for that song, things kept changing! But I think I have it all straight for the most part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to lie, now that we have started rehearsals it makes me more then a little scared to start classes. I am so tired at the end of every day that I don't want to do much. Once I throw class work in there things should get very interesting. I'm going to be glued to my planner this year. I must keep everything organized or I will lose a lot of time! Oh boy got to love a challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completely different note, I want to cut my hair really badly. I want to chop it all off! Not because of the heat, not because I am upset just because I want to. I know that I can't really justify it though and I can't really do anything to it until after the show or Kaylee's wedding anyways. Basically by then my hair is going to be stupid long, but maybe by then the feeling will change who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;270 days till graduation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7443358057694171559?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7443358057694171559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7443358057694171559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7443358057694171559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7443358057694171559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/that-bee-thing.html' title='That Bee thing'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7612639422671900427</id><published>2010-08-07T03:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T03:16:58.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless dreamer</title><content type='html'>Tonight marks night two that I have not been able to go to sleep at a normal hour. I finally fell asleep at 5 am yesterday and right now it is 3 am and there is no sleep in sight for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure it's just stress related due to school and looking for work and such, I just wish that it would pass soon so that I can get on a normal sleep cycle before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Josh walk around to a few different bridal stores today, I think he enjoys planning for the wedding more than we lets on. It's still really early so we didn't really look at much, just brides maids dresses and what colors we want. We decided on brown and green, technically clover and latte, earthy colors and a summer wedding for us!  It's still strange to me, I a few years ago I would have never guessed that I would be thinking about colors and dresses for me, for my friends sure but for me not so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spelling Bee starts Monday and I am really excited!  I am excited to work with a new director and just see this show develop. I am a little less excited about classes starting back up. I'm ready to get back into the swing of things but my classes are scaring me already! But I will get through it and in 275 I will be a graduate of CSU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7612639422671900427?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7612639422671900427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7612639422671900427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7612639422671900427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7612639422671900427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/08/sleepless-dreamer.html' title='Sleepless dreamer'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-5261854519239882433</id><published>2010-07-30T08:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:07:46.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On The Other Side</title><content type='html'>Well I'm home from England!&lt;br /&gt;To say it was amazing trip is an understatement. I saw more things in 3 weeks then I had in all the summers that I have been in college. So much history! So many Sheep! SO MUCH FOOD! We walked on average 5 miles a day, walking through cold and rain but so worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is interesting to see how people are the same no matter where you are. And yet so very different.At times I felt like I was sitting in Spanish class all over again because I couldn't understand what was being said to me! But once you get used to accents and slang everything gets a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I got sick while I was there. Cold plus dog equals fun allergies for Brittain! But I didn't let it ruin my trip in the least. With lots of water and medicine I was able to enjoy walking around after one day of being really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only saw one show while I was in England, Avenue Q.... Amazing! I stand by what I have been saying all summer. I didn't want to see a lot of theatre while I was there. I wasn't there to see theatre. I was there to see history and family and get to be a non theatre person for a little while. And the break from it was much needed but now I am ready to jump feet first right back into theatre, because I missed it but like I said it was nice to be able to do other things that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should mention that I did get ENGAGED! :D&lt;br /&gt;It was at a castle with one of the most amazing views that we had seen the whole trip, granted I am slightly biased about it now. It is funny to think that when we started dating neither one of us wanted to get married. But in time it just felt right. Being together felt right.It is weird to make plans with someone, to talk about a future and it doesn't scare me. It's still a weird concept to me but hey I have 3 years before we plan on getting married, plenty of time to figure out how to reach both of our goals and dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-5261854519239882433?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5261854519239882433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=5261854519239882433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5261854519239882433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5261854519239882433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-other-side.html' title='On The Other Side'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1072724982396995234</id><published>2010-06-29T11:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T11:37:47.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Days till take-off</title><content type='html'>Since this is the first summer of actually vacation time that I have had since the summer after freshman year, it took me a while to get used to it. But now that I have, it realize that it was just what I needed. I just needed a break from everything, and even though it has sucked not having a job, it has been nice to catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been able to go home more this summer than any other time this year. It actually feels like I don't really live there for the first time since I have moved out. My room is really not my room, it is a holding place for clothes and things that need to be given to good will. Hell I am even getting payed to watch the house and animals this weekend! It was nice having a brother for the summer too. I know my parents really loved having someone in the house again, and they couldn't have lucked out anymore than having Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks have also been filled with what seems like nothing but weddings. It is like everyone I know is getting married, planning a wedding, or having a child. Emily and Mac's wedding was beautiful, one of the best weddings that I have ever been to. I have always loved traditional weddings, there is something so breath taking about them to me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for England a week from tomorrow! I can't believe it is already time to go. I have been dreaming about it, and dreading that I wouldn't be able to go for one reason or another. And that it is actually here, I am so excited. I refuse to let the worries that have been building up lately to bog me down while I am there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So until I am back in the states, I may not blog again. See you on the other side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1072724982396995234?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1072724982396995234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1072724982396995234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1072724982396995234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1072724982396995234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/8-days-till-take-off.html' title='8 Days till take-off'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2495640438116316825</id><published>2010-05-31T00:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:34:29.711-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, not so planned.</title><content type='html'>I can tell already that this summer will be different than any other.&lt;br /&gt;Not having anything planed until July is very relaxing. &lt;br /&gt;It has been rough going trying to find  a job since I will be gone so long, but I haven't lost all hope just yet. I still have two more prospects and if those don't pan out, well then I will just have to deal with it then I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Megan has moved in all of her stuff and will officially move in on Tuesday :) It will be nice to have another girl in the house. It will be a bit of an adjustment however. Josh and I have gotten into a groove and throwing someone else into it will take so getting used to, but I'm really excited about her being here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only major downer to this summer so far have been the fact that I will not be able to graduate in December like I had planned. I was really mad at first but there is nothing I can do about it, and I was going to be here anyways so it's not like I have to find someone where to live or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the major things for the England trip have fallen into place. I have enough spending money to go over there with, the tickets are bought, and my passport came in. I can't wait for this trip! Three weeks in a a country that I have only ever dreamed of being in. I know we are going to try to go to London for at least a day and maybe even Scotland!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I hit the one year mark. I was both stunned and amused by this. Stunned because I have never been able to make a relationship work for this long before. And amused because most days if feels like so much longer, we really are an old married couple some days but I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2495640438116316825?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2495640438116316825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2495640438116316825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2495640438116316825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2495640438116316825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-not-so-planned.html' title='Summer, not so planned.'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-9087537867349471848</id><published>2010-05-09T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:28:44.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna cry, not one sad or happy tear</title><content type='html'>It's a very strange feeling to see all my friends from back home graduating. They did it. In four years they got through college and now are going into the real world. And me? I still have one more semester. Let's be real. I was never planning on graduating in four years. I never really wanted to. I wanted to take my time, make decent grades and enjoy the ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel like I have fallen behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also know that in a few short months I will be done.&lt;br /&gt;And it will be a great feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;The semester is over and I am so very glad. Now it is time to relax and take a break for once.  I am still on the job hunt, but I have a few leads that look promising. My goal list for the summer is a bit domestic for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the house in good shape.&lt;br /&gt;Find material for my senior acting recital.&lt;br /&gt;Work out.&lt;br /&gt;Teach Josh how to ride a bike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to take this summer on with open arms and a positive attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-9087537867349471848?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9087537867349471848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=9087537867349471848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/9087537867349471848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/9087537867349471848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-not-gonna-cry-not-one-sad-or-happy.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna cry, not one sad or happy tear'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-5963977593393648948</id><published>2010-04-04T11:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T11:56:02.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>where they go hardcore and there's glitter on the floor</title><content type='html'>I really think this entry could have just been called crazy for you, for that is what has taken over my life for the past few months. It has been a crazy ride with our director leaving  for a month which meant we ran what we had a lot. When she came back we hit the ground running getting everything else done and had a cute new china baby to play with. We went into tech last weekend and the negative emotions surfaced. None of us are really used to working on a show this long without preforming it. We have had injuries and are all in general just sleep deprived.  But we have pulled it together and I know that this weekend the show will be amazing. I just hope my leg can hold out that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mist all this craziness I have also moved into a new house. The house is still a mess because we have both been too busy to organize but it feels more and more like a home every day. It isn't the easiest living situation, living with your boyfriend never is. There are fights, but over all I think it has brought us closer together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester is almost over which is strange for me, I feel like we just started. With only one semester left I can finally see that light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-5963977593393648948?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5963977593393648948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=5963977593393648948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5963977593393648948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5963977593393648948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2010/04/where-they-go-hardcore-and-theres.html' title='where they go hardcore and there&apos;s glitter on the floor'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-612273663644103878</id><published>2009-12-31T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:32:52.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So long 2009</title><content type='html'>"The time has come," the Walrus said,&lt;br /&gt;"To talk of many things:&lt;br /&gt;Of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--&lt;br /&gt;Of cabbages--and kings--&lt;br /&gt;And why the sea is boiling hot--&lt;br /&gt;And whether pigs have wings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has come and gone. When this year started out I saw it as a new hope and a new beginning and in many respects it was just that. This past year has been one of the saddest, most stressful, and best years of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated new years twice.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow survived Reefer Madness. &lt;br /&gt;Dated someone new.&lt;br /&gt;Got a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;Danced,danced, and danced some more.&lt;br /&gt;Had a Stress Free Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;Learned Why we tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;Lost one of the most beautiful people I have ever known.&lt;br /&gt;Came to terms with everything that happened with him.&lt;br /&gt;Spent a week on the beach with my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;Moved into a new apartment.&lt;br /&gt;Meet someone who proved to me that love is real.&lt;br /&gt;Had an internship at Flat Rock.&lt;br /&gt;Understudied one of the hardest shows I have ever been in.&lt;br /&gt;Was a man in a show... kinda.&lt;br /&gt;Got cast in a main stage musical.&lt;br /&gt;Made some amazing new friends.&lt;br /&gt;Grew closer to others.&lt;br /&gt;Made plans for a future that doesn't scare me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has forced a lot of us to grow up, in ways we didn't even know that we had to. I have seen many people, including myself, come into their own. Find happiness in their own way. I know that this year the good has by far out-weighed the bad, even if it didn't always feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this new year also represents is the past 10 years of my life. I remember ringing in the year 2000 in Leah's grandmother's living room. Things like the 6th grade seem so long ago. I don't think I could even begin to write about all that has changed since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I do know is that this year I am ringing it in, in the most unconventional way  yet. I have the honor of working 5 to close tonight. That is right, I will be ringing in the new year at Hooters, in my uniform and all. It will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I said last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is to a new year.&lt;br /&gt;Here is to love&lt;br /&gt;to friends&lt;br /&gt;to happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-612273663644103878?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/612273663644103878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=612273663644103878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/612273663644103878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/612273663644103878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-2009.html' title='So long 2009'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7553368535355138610</id><published>2009-09-21T13:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:51:35.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And this life is a beautiful one</title><content type='html'>It is very strange to go from updating everyday to never updating.&lt;br /&gt;These past few weeks have been crazy busy. I feel like I live in this whirl wind that if you blink you miss 50 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to Aubrun with what I am sure to be one of my only free weekends until November. It was great to see Shannon and to get out of Columbus for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I survived understudy run of God's Ear. And the comedic effect the show was given with Garrett and I jumping in and out of different characters I am sure was a much needed break from the depressing show that it normally is. With that being said we also opened and closed God's Ear. I almost had to go on but luckily I did not. The show seemed to be well received and effected some people much more than I thought it was going to. I guess that when you have seen the show a million times sometimes the effect gets lost on you. But I am glad that it made people think and even scared them to a point. Even though we don't always appreciate it when theatre does it to us I am glad that it is able to have that effect on people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester has already seen so long and draining. I almost feel as if nothing more could happen, good or bad. But I know that is not true. Most of the time I don't want to think about any of it. I would just like to pretend that everything is sunshine and rainbows. But I can't help anyone and I can't help myself by thinking that way. Things just change so fast around here its almost hard to keep up with it all. I just remind myself. Trust who you know you can trust. Love who you can love. And put faith in yourself and God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7553368535355138610?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7553368535355138610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7553368535355138610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7553368535355138610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7553368535355138610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-this-life-is-beautiful-one.html' title='And this life is a beautiful one'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7310979647298770829</id><published>2009-09-08T17:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:37:44.432-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Union Jack</title><content type='html'>I have decided not to do GTC this  year. &lt;br /&gt;I was presented with two options.&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to GTC, God willing go to SETC and once again God willing get summer work. &lt;br /&gt;-This would mean being gone for the whole summer working at a theatre, like I have the past two summers only hopefully this time acting.&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to England.&lt;br /&gt;- Josh has asked me to go to England with him this summer for his grandpartent's 50th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this decision wasn't that hard for me to make. Almost from the moment that he asked I knew that I would go. But I did have to think about it. It is passing up an opportunity to act. But I feel like not going is also passing up a life experience. Besides Mexico I have never been out of the country, and lets face it I have always wanted to go to England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also feel like completely taking a summer away from theatre will be good for me. I just get so burnt out here with school that I don't want to lose a my passion with being so burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still getting used to making decisions that will effect me in this much of the long term. Because I know that in saying I will go I am putting a lot of faith in trust in my relationship. Because obviously I will only get to go if we are still together 6months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep breaths.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7310979647298770829?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7310979647298770829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7310979647298770829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7310979647298770829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7310979647298770829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/09/union-jack.html' title='Union Jack'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6065130629205625195</id><published>2009-08-16T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:29:40.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shh I am trying to imagine the rest of my life without you.</title><content type='html'>I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being back in Columbus has been wonderful. I know I said it a lot this summer but to actually get back here and not have issues from last year was a really great thing. And the fact that it actually worked out the way I wanted it to was more than I could have asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one thing I wish I could change. But I know that I can't. I guess sometimes you just have to deal with the fact that people will decided not to have you in their lives anymore. But I am the happiest I have been in years and I am not going to let it bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gods Ear rehearsals have been going really well. I am excited to see this show grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been putting a lot of thought into the future lately. With only a year and half left its something I have to do. But I am not used to having plans. I am not used to planning for thing that are months or years away. But I find myself doing it more and more. &lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;This time last year these things would have sent me running. But I don't want to run anymore. No one is promising me forever. But right now I don't need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6065130629205625195?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6065130629205625195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6065130629205625195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6065130629205625195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6065130629205625195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/shh-i-am-trying-to-imagine-rest-of-my.html' title='Shh I am trying to imagine the rest of my life without you.'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-556357452567011989</id><published>2009-08-08T06:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T06:53:39.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventy</title><content type='html'>Well its my last morning here on the rock. I am writing this at 6:45 in the morning because I could not sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was, well the word amazing doesn't really even begin to describe it but its the only word I can really think of at the moment. It started out at the fire pit. We all got candles and passed around the flame and then walked up to the grassy hill next to my housing. We then listened to the second years talk about what Flat Rock has meant to them, to us. We then watched a really cool fire show. Then it was up to the paint deck. The acts at Chet were not like the ones at normal midnight studios. They had a lot more meaning to them. Most of them where about saying goodbye. Maze sang a song all about flat rock, just turn left on little river road. Chris sang a song he wrote, he called it his goodbye song. Jesse did a great monologue, Scarecrow I will miss you most of all. Brenna, Austin,and Bently all sang songs. John did a dance. Cindy, Tressa,Ryan and I sat linking arms pretty much the whole night. At the very end the came around with rollers and painted everyones hands, then we left our hand prints on the deck. We then proceeded to smear it on each other. Then it was time for goodbyes. Most people didn't know that I was leaving today. It made it that much harder to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second years said something last night that rings very true to me. We found family,friends, love, and happiness up here. But most unexpectingly we found ourselves. I am going to miss it here so much. But in an hour I will say goodbye to my roommates for the last time. Get in my car and drive off lot. Its hard not to look back, to want to do it all over. But I know that the magic would be gone. My time here has run its course and I have gotten more out of it then I could have ever hoped to. And now its time for a new start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-556357452567011989?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/556357452567011989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=556357452567011989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/556357452567011989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/556357452567011989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-seventy.html' title='Day Seventy'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-330378731692852741</id><published>2009-08-07T16:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T16:14:00.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Nine</title><content type='html'>Last day of camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't think we would make it but we did. The kids where just as crazy as ever today. One even got most of her skirt wet during snack playing near the creek. But the show went well and in the end that is the important part. I got a nice thank you card from Tania as well as a painting that she had done. After work I walked over to the Wrinkled Egg to spend my gift card. I got this wall hanging that says LiveaGoodLife. I think it will go well in our home. I came home and took a quick nap and then finished my packing. Everything except what I need for tonight and tomorrow morning is in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been hands down the best summer since I started college and most likely one of the best summers I have ever had. I am so sad that it is coming to an end. Although I can not think of a better way to spend the last week of it then in Columbus with my friends, going to rehearsal and the pool. And even though I have a list of things to do when I get back to Columbus, I will relax this week and enjoy one of my only true weeks of summer vacation. I am going to be very sad to be saying goodbye to everyone at midnight studio tonight and then driving off lot in the morning. As much as I miss home I have grown very fond of this place and I will miss it a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also know that one can not stay in one place forever. I will get to go home and see all the people who I love and have not gotten to see this summer. And start a great new year with a new outlook and re energized.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-330378731692852741?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/330378731692852741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=330378731692852741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/330378731692852741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/330378731692852741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixty-nine.html' title='Day Sixty-Nine'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3467103060187196368</id><published>2009-08-06T13:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T13:25:27.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Eight</title><content type='html'>Easiest day of camp to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day seeing Rootabaga! Stories. Then Tania and I decided to take them to see the goats. By the time we got back to the education center it was 11:35. I got them their Popsicles and then I left for lunch. After lunch  I downloaded the last of the pictures, cleaned my desk off, vacuumed the office and swept the stairs, then I was done. All I have to do tomorrow is count up how many people came to see the shows and turn in my keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that this summer is over it has seemed to go by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I am really happy with the way things have worked out.&lt;br /&gt;I love that I didn't gain a bunch of wait this summer. And that I will continue to workout once I get back. The friends and contacts that I have made. The relationship I have grown. This year is going to busy but good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3467103060187196368?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3467103060187196368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3467103060187196368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3467103060187196368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3467103060187196368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixty-eight.html' title='Day Sixty-Eight'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-372562509806240854</id><published>2009-08-05T21:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T21:24:08.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Seven</title><content type='html'>Only two more days with these kids.&lt;br /&gt;This weeks kids are driving me nuts! It doesn't help that we are ready for it to be over. But I am trying to make the best of it. I did get to leave my camp for a while today when a little girl in the Suseing around camp got stung by a bee. I sat with her and talked with her till she calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work began the fun process of school stuff. Thank God my mom is amazing and was willing to sit on hold with CSU for me today. She was on hold for about an hour. But we finally got some of the stuff kinda worked out. I had to e-mail someone about my finical aid. Payed my balance. Tried to get in touch with housing but their voice mail was full so I am just going to call back in the morning. I hate being stressed out by school stuff when I'm not at school. Well really at all but when you are 300 miles away it just seems worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner tonight was well.... lack luster.&lt;br /&gt;The conversation went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: So Jim said that we might have to heat up our vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;Maddie: No kidding! They are still FROZEN. Look there is ice on my broccoli.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan: So second dinner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-372562509806240854?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/372562509806240854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=372562509806240854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/372562509806240854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/372562509806240854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixty-seven.html' title='Day Sixty-Seven'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-8446627539056359609</id><published>2009-08-04T21:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:51:00.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Six</title><content type='html'>Second day of last week of camp.&lt;br /&gt;Blocking.&lt;br /&gt;It went smoothly enough.&lt;br /&gt;We took a really long snack break.&lt;br /&gt;With only 6 kids we tend to get done with games and such faster so we have more free time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to work right after lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Swept and moped.&lt;br /&gt;Filed some paper work.&lt;br /&gt;Wrote down phone messages.&lt;br /&gt;Went home for a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up and it was storming.&lt;br /&gt;hard.&lt;br /&gt;Went out to dinner with Cindy.Teressa.Ashli.and Cindy's brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got in a fight with mom.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you CSU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-8446627539056359609?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8446627539056359609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=8446627539056359609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8446627539056359609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8446627539056359609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixty-six.html' title='Day Sixty-Six'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-788997578852769222</id><published>2009-08-04T08:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T08:44:31.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Five</title><content type='html'>This might possibly be my easiest week teaching yet.&lt;br /&gt;6 Kids.&lt;br /&gt;Who can for the most part all read.&lt;br /&gt;Who all seem excited about the play.&lt;br /&gt;They are hyper.&lt;br /&gt;And get annoyed when playing some theatre games but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saddest thing.&lt;br /&gt;We get served lunch every day at 11:45. We are trained, there is a dinner bell and everything. Yesterday we didn't get feed until  12. No one was happy about this. We wanted our food..... fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the office right after lunch. No Charles this week, so I have no problem being there. I don't have a whole lot to do this week. Its nice. I got done at 130.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Night Review.&lt;br /&gt;One Word.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;Party afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;I sang Karaoke. I was so nervous. Its hard to sing in front of people who beat you out at GTC to get a job. But I did it. And everyone was surprised. I'm going into work a little later than normal. I'm tired of being the only one there for 20 mins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days until I am back in Columbus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/SngtB8GagEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NJx-rEgYb2c/s1600-h/IMG_0261+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/SngtB8GagEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NJx-rEgYb2c/s320/IMG_0261+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366088467348095042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I’ve learned is not to change who you are, &lt;br /&gt;because eventually you’re going to run out of new &lt;br /&gt;things to become.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-788997578852769222?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/788997578852769222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=788997578852769222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/788997578852769222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/788997578852769222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixty-five.html' title='Day Sixty-Five'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/SngtB8GagEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/NJx-rEgYb2c/s72-c/IMG_0261+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6514594353194701047</id><published>2009-08-02T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T13:46:32.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Four AKA Looking back</title><content type='html'>This time next week I will be in Columbus. I will have left Flat Rock Playhouse pretty much for good and have many great memories to look back on. So lets recap on the lessons learned shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got here a full month after everyone else and yet I felt very welcome right from the start. My roommates are amazing and so are most of the other interns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that just because you have to celebrate your 21st birthday away from your friends and family doesn't mean its not going to be possibly the best birthday you have ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a good secretary. I'm not a bad one but I make little mistakes a lot, mainly because of my dyslexia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan Dee may not have the best food in the world but when its the closet thing you come to a home cooked meal for two months you learn to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running almost everyday is good for the soul, mind and body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carl Sanburg's Home is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching is just as hard as it looks. When doing it with little kids its a lot of fun. But at the same time one of the hardest things that I will ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every job there will be something you do not like. This year it was my boss. But at least I still had a job I enjoy waking up at 8 am for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends off aren't as much fun without anyone to spend them with, but the time alone is good for your sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC has plenty of fun, beautiful land to explore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being 300 miles away from your boyfriend is not fun, at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having family and friends come to visit is better feeling than Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you let it happen, you will find a lot in common with your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alarm only setting on my phone saved my life this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream fixes most things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small showers can be fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I will miss:&lt;br /&gt;My beyond wonderful roommates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the friends I made up here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running in the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rootabaga! Stories/ Popsicle days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud feeling at the end of the shows on Friday when the kids have done a great job and there parents look so impressed and proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs from little kids who run up to me calling me Miss Brittain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fire Pits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long walks with Teressa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Studio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on my front porch listening to the show, watching movies or just hanging out and talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having countdowns &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to do this post today even though I still have a week because I can sit here and remember it all in my room. I am going to miss it here so much. Even if I am so ready to be back home. Today is my last Sunday, my last lazy day. I have eaten great pizza done some office work and will now just sit back and watch it all happen. I feel so much better than I did at this point last summer. I feel like my life is on a good track. I feel like things have fallen back into place. I can go back to Columbus with a smile on my face ready to make the most out of my remaining time there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6514594353194701047?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6514594353194701047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6514594353194701047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6514594353194701047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6514594353194701047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixty-four-aka-looking-back.html' title='Day Sixty-Four AKA Looking back'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7227316118132516424</id><published>2009-08-01T21:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T00:48:20.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Three</title><content type='html'>I woke up far earlier than I  meant to today. I didn't really do anything thought. I am signed out for meals so around 12 30 I went and got food. Then I started my laundry and took a nap. And finally got rid of my headache. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teressa and I went to my Aunt and Uncles for a cook out tonight. It was a lot of fun, and nice to get away from lot. We came back home, watched some movies went to a fire pit and really thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan talked me into staying through next Friday night. He made a good point, this way I get to really say goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7227316118132516424?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7227316118132516424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7227316118132516424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7227316118132516424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7227316118132516424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-sixty-three.html' title='Day Sixty-Three'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-8143250625120239021</id><published>2009-07-31T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T10:11:51.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-Two</title><content type='html'>End of this week of camp.&lt;br /&gt;The morning show actually went really well. Some parents where really catty though, I hate that. I then ran to get some food. Everywhere was full! I was so pissed I just wanted to eat. But I did finally get some food so thats good. I then went back to the second camp. I love that we did a new show this week because its actually entertaining to watch. They did an awesome job, I was so proud! I didn't have a lot of work to do when I left so I got to leave pretty much right after work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after work I left to go hang out with my Aunt and Uncle. I helped them clean up a little bit because they are hosting an archery tournament on Saturday and Sunday. I then walked around the the course with my aunt witch was really cool because I go to see almost all of our family land, and man is there a lot of it! I then called my Aunt Judy and walked over to go see her. We ended up talking on the porch for almost two hours. Which is funny because its something I never thought we would be able to do. I am going back up there tomorrow night for dinner :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home in time to get ready for midnight studio. It was my last one which is really sad. But we all had a really good time.Fire pit after wards, drinking, hanging out, good times with friends and lots of texting ppl on my end. All though I did fall asleep right in the middle of a text conversation with Mike haha oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-8143250625120239021?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8143250625120239021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=8143250625120239021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8143250625120239021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8143250625120239021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-sixty-two.html' title='Day Sixty-Two'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1633454549456674722</id><published>2009-07-30T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:17:59.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty-One</title><content type='html'>Easy morning.... sort of.&lt;br /&gt;It was a Rootabaga! Stories day. The hike to and from was uneventful. It was once we got back that we had problems. One of our little girls found a worm. She decided that the worm was her new friend and that she was going to keep the worm. She then burst out into tears when Claire and I told her that she could not have the worm and had to put it back. She almost didn't rehearse the show because she was so upset. And let me tell you there is no reasoning with 5 year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon camp was same old same old. Did find out that blind deaf old women carry camel repellent in their purses in case of a camel attack on an Africa safari. But really that was about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work after was stressful. The copier was not being my friend but in the end I got it all worked out. Teressa and I went on our walk after dinner. I like our little walk. Then she and I went over to the education center where I proceeded to steal their broadway soundtracks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my last day with Charles which I am very excited about. I think next week is just going to fly by. I still can't believe that its my last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1633454549456674722?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1633454549456674722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1633454549456674722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1633454549456674722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1633454549456674722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-sixty-one.html' title='Day Sixty-One'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3101942483059969029</id><published>2009-07-29T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:02:23.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixty AKA the day Robin comes home!</title><content type='html'>Today was a challenging day to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;Morning campers didn't know there lines.&lt;br /&gt;They couldn't remember most of their blocking.&lt;br /&gt;They didn't really want to listen to any of us today.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that both Tania and I are so ready for camps to be over.&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon camp was kind of boring for me today.&lt;br /&gt;They where blocking the show. And then ran the show.&lt;br /&gt;Since I am not in the show there wasn't really anything for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily there wasn't a lot of office work this afternoon either though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that I needed to get back on a running schedule today. I haven't run in about a week. Running after you eat spaghetti and a Klondike bar, not the best idea. But add the fact that I wore a hoodie to run in, made it worse. I almost threw up. But after I cooled down a bit I was able to finish my work out and then even went on a walk with Teressa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to talk on the phone with Robin today!!!! She is back in GA :) I'm so excited that I get to see her in about a week and a half. The three roommates will be reunited and much fun will be had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3101942483059969029?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3101942483059969029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3101942483059969029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3101942483059969029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3101942483059969029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-sixty-aka-day-robin-comes-home.html' title='Day Sixty AKA the day Robin comes home!'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-8659217003993829842</id><published>2009-07-28T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T19:37:29.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Nine</title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty laid back today.&lt;br /&gt;Morning camp was blocking the show today. I didn't have anything to do while they where blocking the show so I drew a wedding dress. Its really the only thing I know how to draw. After lunch it was on to the afternoon class. They got their scripts today and when I showed up they where finding out which parts they where getting. Then it was on to playing a few theatre games before we sent them home for the day. Work after camp wasn't bad. Found out that I didn't have to move all the stuff down stairs. So all I really  had to do was download a video onto a disk for Charles and I got to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 11 days left here on the rock. Its so strange because I feel like I am still just getting started at times. I have learned more this summer than I did last. I like how this summer has worked out in many different ways. I have been really happy this summer. I hate how somethings have worked themselves out but really its for the best. When someone stops caring about you it will only bring you pain to try and hold on to what is not there. I am already getting stressed about the up coming semester. I have a lot on my plate and I just hope that can find time to do it all well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-8659217003993829842?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8659217003993829842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=8659217003993829842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8659217003993829842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8659217003993829842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifty-nine.html' title='Day Fifty-Nine'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6470577659625275746</id><published>2009-07-28T08:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:40:40.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Eight</title><content type='html'>It was another long day.&lt;br /&gt;We have 11 kids in my morning class this week. 11! It doesn't seem like that many until you realize that 5 of them are rising 1st graders, and they can't read. It took us forever to get through reading the script for the first time today! But for the most part they seem like a good group of kids and I am excited to work with them. And it also helps that we have a helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to lunch again today. But they don't feed us on Mondays.... fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon camp only has 6 people in it. Talk about the complete opposite problem that we have from the morning. Its almost not enough kids. For the most part they seem like  a good group. We have one boy who is going to test my nerves all week but I think it will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a nice big project to take care of this week. I have to move a lot of boxes from upstairs to a closet downstairs. This of course is made harder by the fact that we don't have an elevator. Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I was planning on skipping my nap so I could go to bed really early since I was really tired. This did not happen. I feel asleep. I woke up with my dinner alarm. Apparently called Josh. And went back to sleep. I woke up an hour later to a voice mail asking why I called,opps. After eating some dinner Cindy and I decided to go and see HPB again. Yes we know we are dorks. It was fun though because there weren't a lot of people there so we could talk a little about the parts that confused us haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6470577659625275746?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6470577659625275746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6470577659625275746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6470577659625275746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6470577659625275746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifty-eight.html' title='Day Fifty-Eight'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2738676737206810096</id><published>2009-07-26T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:42:24.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Six and Fifty-Seven</title><content type='html'>Columbus Weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after the show Josh came over to get ready so we could go hang out at Gus's. I got to see even more people that I haven't seen all summer which was amazing. We only stayed for about two hours because it was getting pretty late. I was suppose to sleep in on Saturday but that didn't happen. I woke up at 8 am. Why? Because my body decided that it was a good idea. Josh had spent the night since he has family in town an there for has no place to sleep. So at 11 I went into the room that he was sleeping in and told him that he had to wake up because I was bored and hungry. We went out to lunch and then came back to the apartment and hung out for a while. He had to leave to go to his mom's citizenship party. My mom showed up right as Josh was leaving. Tori, Janine, my mom and I went to get them food since Tori had not eaten lunch yet. Janine then had to leave to go and get ready for the show but Tori, my mom and went shopping. Really less of shopping and more walking around the stores. We got back and Tori and I decided to go to the mall to see if they had any corsets. I mean we where going to see Rocky Horror, might as well look the part right. Well they didn't have any but I did get a dress for the show. Speaking of the show. It was such a good show! I was so proud of all of my friends. There hard work really paid off :) After the show we all went out to Ihop to get something to eat. Then Josh Tori and I went over to Zac's house since he was having a moving in party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We where going to go to church this morning but my mom decided to let us sleep instead. We did all go out to lunch though before everyone left. We got up at 10 and had 3 people showered, dressed and out the door before 11. Lunch at Chilies then a quick trip to Wal-Mart and that was all she wrote  about my time in Columbus. the plan was for me to take a nap and then get on the road. The nap didn't happen. So i got on the road an hour or so earlier than I was planning. I got here and realized that I left my bag with all of my makeup and a few other things in it in Columbus. Oh well I guess I will have to live without it for the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend. And it makes me want to be back in Columbus for good now. I know that I have two more weeks here and I am not going to wish them away. Because this has been a great summer. One of the bests that I have had in years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2738676737206810096?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2738676737206810096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2738676737206810096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2738676737206810096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2738676737206810096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifty-six-and-fifty-seven.html' title='Day Fifty-Six and Fifty-Seven'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1653286022523050648</id><published>2009-07-24T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:33:16.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Five</title><content type='html'>Its official, I survived a week of teaching by myself!&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't think it was going to happen, the show went great! The parents loved it and I was so very proud. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I got back to the office 30ish mins early. I then cleaned up the set, and made my way back upstairs. After running to Ingles to pick up some more ice pops Charles let me go home. Thank GOD! Because it took me 5 hours to get to Columbus. I got to the theatre just as everyone was showing up. I got picked up 4 times and got jumped on once. It was so good to see everyone!!! Since I am going to see the show tomorrow, I came home. God I missed my apartment. Now I am just waiting for everyone to get out of the show.... story of my life this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1653286022523050648?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1653286022523050648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1653286022523050648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1653286022523050648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1653286022523050648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifty-five.html' title='Day Fifty-Five'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1636044454867094569</id><published>2009-07-23T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:24:27.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Four</title><content type='html'>Rootabaga! Stories day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this whole week the bridge has been out because they are painting it. This bridge is the fastest way to get to the path to get up the mountain to see the play.So today I had to take the kids around the lake and decided that it would be faster to go up the hill that I often run/walk. Of course one thing I did not really think about is the fact that this hill is extremely steep. 9 kids all 10 and under and a very steep hill is not a very good combination. But none the less we did make it up the hill in plenty of time to see the show. The kids where really excited to get ice pops like always. We then got to run the show in the Blue Room, which turns out to be a very good thing since its not looking like we will be able to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long list of things to do when I got back to the office. Charles decided that part of my intern duties included figuring out how to work electronics. It was not something I really wanted to do. But it was ok because I did figure it out. I finished everything up and got to go home before four. Granted I did have to go back after dinner. There was a camp going on until 5 so I couldn't sweep and mop the blue room or move my set to the green room until after they had gone home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rocky opens tonight and I wish that I could be there. But I will see it soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has seemed to go by so much faster than last. I guess that's whats happens when you actually like your job. And even though I can't believe that I have been up here for two months, at the same time I am so very ready to be back in Columbus. I am ready to get back to my friends and family. I am ready to get back to being an actress. Its the first year since I started college that I am not afraid to go home. I don't have all these demons waiting for me when I get back. I have love and friendship and the hope of a wonderful future. Who could ask for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1636044454867094569?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1636044454867094569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1636044454867094569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1636044454867094569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1636044454867094569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifty-four.html' title='Day Fifty-Four'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-710805693354924148</id><published>2009-07-22T20:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:12:26.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Three</title><content type='html'>Today started off horribly. &lt;br /&gt;I went out to my car this morning praying that it would start. It didn't. So I called my Aunt Linda and asked if there was any way they could come and look at it. Thank God that they could. But without a whole lot of time to dwell on that I had to get to work. The kids where just as hyper as ever but I think that we got a lot done today. Granted it was made a lot harder by the fact that my assistant didn't show up to work. For the first time the kids loved their costumes!! That made my day so much better. We ran the show 3 times and I think that we are going to do really well on Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I showed up to the office only to find that Charles had gone to the sharing at the Green River Preserve and I had a list of things to do. They were all pretty simple tasks and I got everything done before 3. Which turned out in my favor since my Aunt and Uncle showed up on time! Who would have guessed. Turns out, Thank God, that it was just the battery. So one trip to the auto parts store and 85 dollars later my car is working just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is the opening night party tonight but its not on lot, so I think I may not be going. Oh well. Rootabaga! Stories tomorrow. Fun will ensue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-710805693354924148?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/710805693354924148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=710805693354924148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/710805693354924148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/710805693354924148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifty-three.html' title='Day Fifty-Three'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2938256429799440552</id><published>2009-07-21T22:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T22:32:43.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-Two</title><content type='html'>Blocking all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;It only took 30 mins to block the show which isn't bad, and I think the kids get it for the most part.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't a have a whole lot to do after lunch today. I got to leave at 2... I get there at 1.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner Teressa and I hiked up the mountain. Round trip 3 miles. Good hike. When we got back we went to Ingles b/c I needed gas. We tried to drive away after getting gas but my car didn't want to start.FAIL. So luckily a nice man jumped my car for me. I'm going to have someone look at it tomorrow lets pray its just the battery cables and not the alternator. If I don't get to go out of town this weekend I am going to be so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I have been giving some serious thought to grad school lately. MFA in musical theatre. School I am looking into, Boston Conservatory.Who would have thought it, me in Boston. It looks like a really good school. Part of me really doesn't want to go though. The other part of me knows its a good idea. Who knows. I'm too stressed to think about it right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2938256429799440552?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2938256429799440552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2938256429799440552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2938256429799440552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2938256429799440552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifty-two.html' title='Day Fifty-Two'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-604341601841194470</id><published>2009-07-20T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T22:21:20.771-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty-One</title><content type='html'>My first day as a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a good group of kids. They are  rambunctious and loud but hey they are kids and they are in the end a great group of them. I don't know what it is about my assistent Heath but every time he helps me out the kids want to hurt him. Oh well. After lunch I walked back to the education center only to find out that I had been locked out of the building. Luckily Dave showed up not long after me so I was able to get in and do my work. I only had to work till 3:30 so thats nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and talked to Josh for a while since he is in tech tonight for Rocky Horror. I then went and hung out with Teressa until dinner. Ryan's car decided to shit itself and then attack him went he ran out of it and tried to run around to the front but he hit the door.... yeah. When we got back from Ingels to get Ryan some ice cream Teressa and went on a hike. Then decided the watermelon that has been in our fridge since the 4th needed to be eaten. Good thing it hadn't gone bad yet :) Then it was the three of us eating ice cream and talking. Its been a long day but I'm just ready for it to be Friday. .... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-604341601841194470?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/604341601841194470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=604341601841194470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/604341601841194470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/604341601841194470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifty-one.html' title='Day Fifty-One'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1191300190324364749</id><published>2009-07-19T19:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:15:11.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifty</title><content type='html'>Lazy Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to lunch which was once again grits which means after my trip to Wal-Mart I also grabbed something else to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went into the office to do a little work. Talked to Josh then took a 2 and a half hour nap.Went to dinner. High lighted my kids scripts and am now watching a movie. Lazy day indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1191300190324364749?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1191300190324364749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1191300190324364749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1191300190324364749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1191300190324364749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fifty.html' title='Day Fifty'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-8082343681674989994</id><published>2009-07-18T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T22:51:06.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Nine</title><content type='html'>I woke up way too early for a day that I didn't have to work. 8:30 am came and I was not happy about it. But none the less I made my way to Nanahla Rive to go rafting with my church. I got there about an hour and a half before them because they left late so I just sat in my car and read and listened to music. I ended up being in a raft full of high school freshmen who had no attention span for paddling the raft. This is why my arms feel like they are about to fall off right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got back I ate some dinner then went for a run. Then Teressa and I went and Saw A Perfect Wedding. Right now strike/change over is going on all around me. Once again it is strange to see and hear this happening while I am not helping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on sleeping a lot tomorrow and getting everything ready for camp. YIKES!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-8082343681674989994?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8082343681674989994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=8082343681674989994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8082343681674989994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8082343681674989994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-forty-nine.html' title='Day Forty-Nine'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1519033580473119552</id><published>2009-07-17T22:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:27:48.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Eight</title><content type='html'>3 shows one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning show went ok. We still had some problems with one of our kids not paying attention but in the end the show looked good and of course the parents loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't actually help out with clown camp but I wanted to see the show. Which I guess was good that I did b/c Jeff had me take pictures for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get to leave for lunch until 1, but I was back by 1:30 go me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon camp's show went much better than I thought it was going to. Everyone remembered their lines!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work it was back to the office. I'm really starting to dislike that part. Charles just puts me in a bad mood. But I guess there is always something people don't like about their job and in my case the good definitely out weighs the bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1519033580473119552?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1519033580473119552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1519033580473119552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1519033580473119552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1519033580473119552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-forty-eight.html' title='Day Forty-Eight'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-497214897809575069</id><published>2009-07-16T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:06:07.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Seven</title><content type='html'>Waking up today was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. Staying awake didn't prove to be much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actors have the week off so we didn't go and see Rootabaga! Stories today. Of course Lauren and I didn't find that out until yesterday afternoon. So we came up with plan B. We did a line through of the show. Then we took them on a tour of the lot. It was really cute watching them walk around the stage and being so excited to see everything. Our I had to pick up our littlest Stella so that she could actually see some of the stuff because the older kids where all standing in front of her. When we got back to the Education center we watched the original Cat In The Hat movie. So trippy!! Then we watched the first 20 minutes of Charlotte's Web before going down stairs and running through the show once before the kids had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got back to the camp I had to change right into costume so we could run the show for a guy from the news paper. We then took the kids upstairs to play some games. We where playing harassment circle when our high school assistant was in the middle of the circle one of our campers walked up to her and said "mom I'm pregnant". Katie then yelled " Haven't you ever heard of a condom?!" We quickly sent someone else into the circle and she didn't go back in that round.  After class let out Katie went up to her and apologize and she said "its ok. I didn't even know what that thing you said is"..... How the 12 year old who is going into the 7th grade didn't know what a condom was I will never know. We are just hoping that she doesn't go home and ask her mom some questions.ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my normal nap after work today. Only this time I didn't want to wake up when my alarm told me to. Which meant I slept through dinner... opps. Oh well. At least we got paid today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-497214897809575069?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/497214897809575069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=497214897809575069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/497214897809575069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/497214897809575069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-forty-seven.html' title='Day Forty-Seven'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1046179448227066027</id><published>2009-07-15T19:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T19:33:00.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Six</title><content type='html'>HARRY POTTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so we went to the midnight premier last night. I really enjoyed the movie. I know I am a nerd but I don't care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I did go to the midnight show this meant I only got 4 hours of sleep last night. What this means is Brittain went to Starbucks this morning in order to make it through today. Pepermint mocha in hand I had to go and check in with Charles this morning. Of course I thought I had done something horribly wrong, I mean why else would he call me into his office at 845 this morning. But no, he just wanted to know how my list of things to do this week was coming along, thank God. Morning camp went well. The kids remembered their blocking, for the most part. And everyone was memorized.... they just didn't always know when to come in. Plus the day they get their costumes is also fun. We had popsicle day early this week which I was totally cool with :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After noon camp was blocking the show today. Went smoothly enough from what I could tell. By the time I got there we only had about 3 pages left to block. We then ran the show, played some games, ran the show again and then it was time to go home. Today was ask Brittain a million questions day. They started asking me about my tattoo.Then they wanted to play with my belt that I was wearing over my dress. Then they wanted to know where I bought all my clothes that I was wearing that day. It was entertaining to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After camp was not so much fun. Dusty and I pulled some costumes which wasn't bad. Then I had to change the marque. Then I had to continue to copy the binders from the library. Luckily Charles came to check on my progress. He didn't realize how many binders there where, so he told me I only had to copy 5 of them. Thank you Jesus!! I finally left work around 5:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was leaving dinner tonight Jim, our cook, called me over. I taught three of his grand kids my second week. He was telling me about his granddaughter  who lives in Atlanta who is doing a theatre camp there. And telling me how the kids talk about me and how much they loved camp. Then he thanked me for everything I do up at the camp. I am not in this job for the recognition, at all but hearing that really made my day. Its great to know that I had a hand in helping a kid find a love for theatre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1046179448227066027?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1046179448227066027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1046179448227066027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1046179448227066027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1046179448227066027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-forty-six.html' title='Day Forty-Six'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-5796281922965126071</id><published>2009-07-14T20:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:57:58.579-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Five</title><content type='html'>Blocking didn't take nearly as long as it normally does. Even though the kids thought it took forever.ha. They went a little crazy at snack break today but it wasn't anything that was too crazy. And I did get to hear one of the little boys say " Don't hurt the moth! We have to save the environment!"  Got to love little kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the the Day camp just in time to catch the end of "casting". Both Katie, the high school assistant, and I have to be in the play this week do to lack of kids. We got to do skeleton scenes today. In my first scene my partner was my mom and my dog just died. When the kids where guessing they thought that my boyfriend had just broken up with me  and that my partner was comforting me. When they started to guess that someone died Dusty asked them to decided which one they thought it was. One girls logic was that it doesn't hurt to be broken up with and I looked hurt. Obliviously this girl has never been dumbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After camp I saw that I had some new things added to my to-do list. This of course included copying some binders. All 15 of them. I got 4 done today and it took me about an hour and a half to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to get stressed about next week. I am so afraid to teach by myself. Even though I know that I am ready. And I know that I am going to ddo a good job, I am still nervous about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter tonight at Midnight. Supper excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-5796281922965126071?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5796281922965126071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=5796281922965126071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5796281922965126071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5796281922965126071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-forty-five.html' title='Day Forty-Five'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2829628748470050002</id><published>2009-07-13T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:46:19.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Four</title><content type='html'>I don't like waking up early.&lt;br /&gt;I had to be at work an hour earlier than normal today.&lt;br /&gt;Not my idea of a good way to start off the week but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning campers are going to be great. They seemed really excited about the play and just energetic in general. We have one little girl named Stella who is adorable! I just really hope that she wont be too shy to actually say her lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon camp is all girls. That is going to be interesting. All we did today was play theatre games which was a lot of fun. Played the most intense game of bibbity bibbiy bop ever! We could not stop laughing it was great. Zip Zap Zop was almost as bad. Pretty much one of my favorite days of camp thus far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2829628748470050002?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2829628748470050002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2829628748470050002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2829628748470050002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2829628748470050002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-forty-four.html' title='Day Forty-Four'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3508022731044317942</id><published>2009-07-12T14:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:53:39.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty-Two and Three</title><content type='html'>Saturday morning Josh and I woke up around 9:30 so we could go see Rootabaga! stories. Yes this makes the 5th time that I have seen it this summer. We ended up walking around there a little while, went up to see the goats and such. One goat almost ran straight into Josh while we where walking around. Then we walked down the road to the Wrinkled Egg to get some lunch. They have really good pizza! Once we got back to my place we changed our clothes and started on the adventure to Sliding Rock. We got lost a few times but we manged to find our way there. Of course it started to rain pretty much as soon as we got there but we didn't care. I mean we where about to slide down a rock into freezing cold water,whats a little rain? The water was take your breath away cold but it was still a lot of fun. Plus I was much warmer once I got out of the water. After coming back home and taking showers we went out to a German restaurant for dinner. I just let Josh order since I don't know German food, at all and he lived there for two years. Then we ended up back at Carl Sandburg's to walk around the lake for a little while. Later that night we went to the back room. There was a band playing which I forgot they do on Saturday nights. They actually weren't that bad. So we stayed there for a while and drank and had a good time. While we where sitting there Josh kept looking over at me and then saying no I can't. So as you could guess I was more than a little confused. Once I finally convinced him to tell me what ever it was he was thinking about, he told me that he Loved me :D. I have never had anyone I was dating tell me that before. I couldn't stop smiling the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we where really lazy and didn't end up leaving my apartment until after 12. Got some lunch, went to Wal-Mart and came back here. Then it was time for him to head back to Columbus, since he has work at 6 am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the best weekends that I have had in recent memory and I really didn't want it to end. But Life has to get back to normal. But I am still smiling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/Slow0DEgNII/AAAAAAAAAVc/HhC6-C1u3kc/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/Slow0DEgNII/AAAAAAAAAVc/HhC6-C1u3kc/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357648377446151298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just hold me close&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you love me -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3508022731044317942?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3508022731044317942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3508022731044317942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3508022731044317942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3508022731044317942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-forty-two-and-three.html' title='Day Forty-Two and Three'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/Slow0DEgNII/AAAAAAAAAVc/HhC6-C1u3kc/s72-c/IMG_1971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-665212648226422702</id><published>2009-07-10T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T22:29:54.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fourty-One</title><content type='html'>So as I said yesterday I got off really early. Which was great because I wasn't dead tired from work when Josh showed up :) We went out to dinner with Cindy and two of her friends for Cindy's 19th birthday at El Paso. Then came back here and hung out for a while. Lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we played a lot of games at camp. These kids had a lot of energy and it was the best pre-show thing to do for them. We almost didn't even have the doors open until 12 which was funny since we normally have the doors open by 11:40 at the latest. The show went well. One girl refused to wear her hat but at least she went on since she wast the girl who almost didn't last week. Then I had three others who freaked out on me right before they had to go on stage. But luck for me all it took was a smile and a you are going to do great to get them on stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work today wasn't awful. Not a whole lot to do. And at 3 I had to go help pick up the mats but Charles let Josh come with us for that so that was nice. Once we got back it was time for me to go. Although I did find out that I have to be at work at 8 am on Monday to help set up for clown camp. Oh boy! Oh well its the only time this summer I will have to be in that early so I can deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work I took a nap b/c I was beat. Then we drove around to find something to eat. We decided to go walk around main street since I didn't want to go back to lot just yet. Turns out there was a classic car thing going on so that was cool. And we got a root beer float, yummm. And now we are just killing time until midnight studio. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-665212648226422702?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/665212648226422702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=665212648226422702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/665212648226422702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/665212648226422702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-fourty-one.html' title='Day Fourty-One'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-8361952975111778624</id><published>2009-07-09T13:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T13:59:02.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Forty</title><content type='html'>Today it wasn't only overcast but it was also raining a little. But none the less we took the kids up the mountain to see Rootabaga! stories. It was actually a lot of fun. I don't mind walking around in the rain and the kids where even more excited about seeing the show. Luck for us the show took place in the garage behind the barn which was really small. The actors where nervous but the show was still good. On the way back down the mountain our high school assistant slipped and fell, and then a few minutes later one of our campers slipped, yay for hiking in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back to the camp we got to put on the show for a few guests. Then it was time for Popsicles. I think its my favorite day of the week :) Some kids wanted to get some pictures of the whole group which I thought was really cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I had to make a few phone calls and then I was done. Josh is on his way and yeah.. thats about all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-8361952975111778624?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8361952975111778624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=8361952975111778624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8361952975111778624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/8361952975111778624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-forty.html' title='Day Forty'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-5322574282878320611</id><published>2009-07-08T19:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T19:29:23.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Nine</title><content type='html'>Although a cloudy day at the rock, still a beautiful one.&lt;br /&gt;The kids where really excited today to be getting their costumes. Every few minutes they asked if we where running the show with costumes today. For once they loved their costumes! It was great. And we even got the kid who is playing King Lion to wear the Lion mask today. This thing is kinda awesome, it makes him look like an 80's rocker.This is going to be the first group of kids that I am really going to miss that wee have had in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back to the office Charles was off running errons, so I got a list of things to do and almost two hours to do them. I really like afternoons like that. Its a lot less stressful. I got my list almost done before he got back so that made things nice and easy when he did show up. Basically all I am doing right now is the definition of busy work, which kinds sucks but oh well, its a job and I am getting paid and I am mot working in a scene shop for 8 hours a day. Tomorrow Charles is not going to be at work at all. And its my easy day, yay Rootabaga!. And Josh will be getting here around 4. So all in all its going to be a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-5322574282878320611?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5322574282878320611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=5322574282878320611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5322574282878320611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5322574282878320611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-thirty-nine.html' title='Day Thirty-Nine'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3366688454909178821</id><published>2009-07-07T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:37:37.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Eight</title><content type='html'>Once again today was a day of blocking. But it went really smoothly so thats good. We worked right through when our snack break was suppose to be so we took it around 11 30. I leave at 11 40 so basically I ate a snack then left to go to lunch. Best conversation of the day by far. &lt;br /&gt;Little girl: What does your bracelet say?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Reea&lt;br /&gt;Little Boy: Why does it say Rea?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Its short for Rearcous, he is one of my friends at home.&lt;br /&gt;Little Girl: Rearcous?! That's a Mexican name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work this afternoon really just felt like a bunch of busy work. Charles really just tries to keep me there until at least 3:30 but sometimes, hell a lot of the time we just don't have enough work to keep me busy that long. I did find out that I have to go at 3pm on Friday to pick up mats from Hendersonville Elm. for one of our camps next week. I am really not all that happy about this because Josh will be here, oh well I have to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner tonight we decided to go to the hooka bar. It ended up being Cindy, Teressa and I  and had so much fun! It was great to have a night off lot. And to just bond and have a girls/ roommate night. And even though I now have a headache we still had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/SlQGBPOuJTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/v-npleuzhPU/s1600-h/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/SlQGBPOuJTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/v-npleuzhPU/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355912475188274482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the most exciting, challenging, significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself, and if you can find someone that loves the you you love, well thats just fabulous." Sex and the Cit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3366688454909178821?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3366688454909178821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3366688454909178821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3366688454909178821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3366688454909178821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-thirty-eight.html' title='Day Thirty-Eight'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/SlQGBPOuJTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/v-npleuzhPU/s72-c/IMG_1946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7019012378264385476</id><published>2009-07-06T23:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T23:50:28.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Seven</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th On the 6th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically we had shows on the 4th of July and so we could not celebrate it. So today was our celebration. We started at 4:30 which is also when we started drinking the mystery punch. Hamburgs and Hot Dogs where eaten and we all just sat around and talked. We where given different colored ribbons which split us up into three teams. We then precoded to play games. &lt;br /&gt;SO MUCH FUN!&lt;br /&gt;It was a bunch of relay races, bobbing for apples, wedding dresses out of toilet paper. All around fun.&lt;br /&gt;We then ate ice cream and had a fire pit. It was a really great way to spend the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp this morning went really smoothly as well. We have 8 kids this week and they all seem to  at least want to be here which is nice. We have one girl from last week, the one who freaked out on the day of the show. Hopefully we will no have a repeat this week.Tania left to go to a memorial service for about 30 minutes so I got my first taste of how running the camp as the head teacher is going to be. Not nearly as scary as I thought it would be. Although I was very happy when Tania showed back up. I didn't really have a whole lot to do when I got back to the office that afternoon. I installed the programs for the new digital camera and uploaded the pictures. Organized some stuff in the library. Then was sent to Wal-Mart to pick up the new ipod/cd boom box that we had ordered. This proved to be a difficult task since my car keys had fallen off of my caribeaner. I luckily did find them however and by the time I got back to camp Charles had gone home so I got to leave a little bit before four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 2 more days until Josh gets here. I can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7019012378264385476?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7019012378264385476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7019012378264385476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7019012378264385476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7019012378264385476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-thirty-seven.html' title='Day Thirty-Seven'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2393718398307335626</id><published>2009-07-06T12:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:26:07.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Six</title><content type='html'>So our internet was out last night so I will do yesterday's post today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teressa and I ended up going to Jackson Park to see the fire works on Saturday night. it was so much fun! We got there about an hour before they started so it wasn't too long to wait. Getting out of there was a bit crazy because of all the people but we made it. Once we finally did get out of there we realized that we would be getting back to the Rock right as the show was getting out which would be almost as crazy as leaving the fireworks so we got some food and went to Wal-Mart since I was going to do that Sunday anyways. I was actually social and went to a fire pit and hung out for a while when we got back. I think I like the smaller gatherings at the fire pit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back inside I saw that I had an E-mail from my boss. I had messed up an e-mail, so I told him I would go into work on Sunday morning in fix it. It put me in a really bad mood because I keep messing up really stupid easy things at work and of course that is what he sees because he is not there when I am teaching and helping out with the kids. But I know that it will all work out and I will just have to be extra extra careful from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides going in to fix that e-mail I didn't do a whole lot yesterday. I ran for a mile after lunch and watched the first two episodes of Dead Like Me, which is a really funny show, before dinner. After dinner we watched the Family Stone, which basically Teressa and I spent the whole time talking about how we wanted a white Christmas and how it must be so awkward to send holidays with your boyfriend's parents. Then we made a CVS run to get Teressa some icy hot for her knee. We started to watch The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers: The Movie, because yes we are that cool. I didn't see much of the movie though because Josh called so I went and talked with him for a while. As I said we lost the internet last night so I tired to go to bed after I took a shower. But since it was only 11 I was A. Not tired and B. to anxious to sleep. So I watched part of He's Just Not That Into You and played solitaire until I was final tired enough to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all around good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will do today's update tonight haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2393718398307335626?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2393718398307335626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2393718398307335626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2393718398307335626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2393718398307335626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-thirty-six.html' title='Day Thirty-Six'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-5410580752087971108</id><published>2009-07-04T18:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T18:50:34.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Five</title><content type='html'>Happy Fourth of July!!&lt;br /&gt;Midnight Studio was amazing last night! The host had on black body suits and then had stick figures outlined in glow sticks on them. So funny! After that I went and hung out at the fire pit for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to sleep in this morning :)&lt;br /&gt;After lunch Teressa, Casey,Jennifer and I went to Triple Falls. We spent the next hour and a half hiking up to the water fall, hoping around on the rocks, laying out and swimming around. It was so much fun. Then Teressa and I decided to walk around down town and get some ice cream. Later we drove over to Ashville to go to the bookstore/mall. Then back to lot for a yummy burger dinner. All in all it has been a really good 4th so far. Later tonight we might be going to see fire works. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-5410580752087971108?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5410580752087971108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=5410580752087971108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5410580752087971108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5410580752087971108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-thirty-five.html' title='Day Thirty-Five'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1003949849960560618</id><published>2009-07-03T19:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T20:59:12.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Four</title><content type='html'>One more week of camp down.&lt;br /&gt;And I am officially half way through with camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning camp was interesting to say the lest today.Jophia showed up 20 minutes late but luckily she got there before we had to call. We had to put in our high school assistant because one of the kids just could not get his blocking down and it was really important to the show. Lauren felt really bad about it but the kid wasn't all that phased by it. Neither of us had ever worked with a kid that had autism before, and even though he had high functioning autism it was still hard. We then had to hold house for 15 minutes waiting for a parent to show up b/c they where having car trouble. When we where finally able to start I went back stage to check on everyone and we had a kid who was having a stage fright attack and was hiding behind the curtain in fetal position refusing to go on stage. We tried to talk her into going on stage but she wasn't having it. This meant that I would have to go on as her part, so I went off to find a script since I didn't really know her part. By the time I found one and went back to run the lights she had decided that she did in fact want to go on. This was more than ok with me. The show went really smoothly and all the kids and parents seemed to be really happy with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then had to run to get food off lot. I was at the gas station when my boss called me. It was just past one, and that was when I was suppose to be back. I was really afraid that I was going to be in trouble, but all he was doing was calling me to ask me to give someone a message. He must have known that I didn't leave until after 12 30. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second show ran just as smoothly as the first one. We once again had to hold house for a family. But other than that we didn't really have any big upsets. I even got to leave at 4 which was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to go for a run before dinner tonight. But my knee and ankle where not having it. Between the fact that I ran two miles yesterday and the fact that the weather is changing up here, they were not happy. So after a mile my ankle gave back and I had to hobble back to lot. I guess I can't run for 5 days in a row and expect my body to be happy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is the first weekend I will have with someone to hang out with and I am very happy about this. Even though we will not be celebrating the 4th of July until Monday it will still be a fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a new book for the past week. It is called A Million Little Pieces. So far its a really good book, but I don't know if I am going to be able to bring myself to finish it. The book is about a man who ends up in rehab. Its an autobiography and is very detailed. Its more than someone disturbing most of the time. Its something that is very hard for me to read because of the people in my life that I know are lucky to be alive. And even though I know that I should look at a book like this and see that someone made it out ok, it is still hard. I guess because it makes me think of my own demons. The ones that don't want to go away. Its the same type of habits, its the same train of thought, its just a different medium and that in itself is a very scary thought. None the less I would still recommend this book to most people. I know that once I finish it I will be happy that I read it. Who knowns maybe something in there will help me or let me see things from a new perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1003949849960560618?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1003949849960560618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1003949849960560618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1003949849960560618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1003949849960560618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-thirty-four.html' title='Day Thirty-Four'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1016529027414214851</id><published>2009-07-02T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T19:49:15.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Three</title><content type='html'>I am dragging today. I shouldn't be this tired but alas I am. I guess it is because I have gone to bed at one the past two nights in a row. Oh well such is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was fun. The opening night party was a lot more relaxed than last time. It was fun to get a little dressed up and just hang out with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did a lot better today in my morning camp. After leaving a little late for the show because we had to wait for one student to show up, we hiked up the mountain. The kids absolutely loved the show. It is a really cute show, and even though this is my third time seeing it, I still find amusement in it because the kids love it so much. When we got back to the education center we gave them frozen lemon aid. This is also something that I will not get tired of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon camp was better today. We lost one kid, he decided to go home, we are not sure why but oh well. I think that the show will fun smoothly tomorrow, I'm just not sure how entertaining it is going to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of work today after the camps where over today. I had to send out some e-mails, file and enter new forms, alphabetize a section of the liability waivers, and make copies of all the boarding camp kids paper work. This all meant I did not leave work until around 4:30 which is about 40 minutes later than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran about a mile today, maybe longer I am really not sure. But I was really dizzy afterwards. But I have apples not so hopefully that will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week till Josh gets here :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1016529027414214851?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1016529027414214851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1016529027414214851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1016529027414214851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1016529027414214851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-thirty-three.html' title='Day Thirty-Three'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-9012961505004376206</id><published>2009-07-01T19:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T19:37:32.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-Two</title><content type='html'>Today has been an eventful day in the world of youtheatre.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all that bad for my morning class. We got to be in the room where they will actually do the show on Friday today since the Day camp went up the mountain to see Lincoln. These kids need to get there act together! None of them had an desire to work on the show today, it was painful to watch run after run of it. Lauren and I thought that maybe once they got their costumes things would be better. No such luck. Most of the girls either hate the fact that they have to wear a dress or the fact that their dress is pink. But with that drama aside Issac made me laugh throughout the costume trying on processes. This little boy is five and very small. We gave him the smallest pair of pants that we could find in our costume shop. They where huge on him. He walked out of the bathroom and asked me for help. He let go of his pants to show me how big they where and they fell around his ankles. His shirt was also sallowing him whole. Then when it was time for them to put their clothes on I went into the girls bathroom to help everyone in there. Issac couldn't get his shirt unbuttoned. So he walked back to the room where Lauren was to ask for help. Only problem was he wasn't wearing any pants. So she asked him to go back and put pants on and then she would help him with his shirt. This would be the point where I heard him singing in the bathroom. So I went in there to see if he needed help and he was still just standing there in just the button down shirt and no pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that fun morning it was time to go work with the Day camp. Apparently I had missed some fun this morning. Dustin couldn't hike up the mountain. He had to keep stopping then he looked like he was about to be sick so Charles took him back to the education center to call his parents. By the time they got there he was fine so he stayed for the rest of camp. I would like to point out that this kid is not over weight or sick, nor do we have any documented problems for him. Oh well. Then we had a little girl fall and scrape up her knee on the hike which caused some tears. Also our assistant this week came down with something and will not be here for the rest of the week. Which means that I am now in the play. Then we tired to give them their costumes. One girl was so upset that she has to wear a beard... she is a dwarf. It almost brought her to tears, this is not something that I have a lot of pertinents with. Luckily we got through the rest of the afternoon without any other problems. And tomorrow is a fairly easy day since we will take the kids to see Rutabaga! up the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is the opening night party for The Perfect Wedding. Its outside this time so hopefully that should be a lot of fun. I hate that I have to leave early because of work but being hung over while working with little kids just is not something that I really want to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a completly unrealted note I am in love with Pandora radio. I have been listening to it pretty much non stop since I have been up here. My favorite station is my Gavin Degraw station. If you like, Gavin Degraw, Jason Mraz,Sara Bareilles you will love it, go give it a listen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-9012961505004376206?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/9012961505004376206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=9012961505004376206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/9012961505004376206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/9012961505004376206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/07/day-thirty-two.html' title='Day Thirty-Two'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6557418636721836258</id><published>2009-06-30T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:49:37.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty-One</title><content type='html'>Today was a day of blocking.&lt;br /&gt;Blocking with little kids is hard because they don't always understand what you are telling them to do at first. But after a while, an hour in this case, we get the show blocked and then are able to  run it one more time before going home. I just really hope that they have their lines down by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blocking with middle schoolers is hard because they have attitudes and short attention spans. We have one kid who kept telling the other kids when they needed to talk. I had to put a stop to that, it was getting on my nerves so that I know it had to be annoying the other kids. But just like with the other show, we got the show blocked and here is hoping that they know their lines tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had my midterm review today. Charles told me that I am doing a good job and to keep it up. Of course there was some room for improvement but besides that it was nothing to bad. Some of the things are just who I am. I am quiet and it is sometimes hard to tell if I am having a good time or not. I'm sorry, this is just who I am. I do my job and I get the work done. What more do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight was my first really night with someone to hang out with since Tressa is not on crew for Perfect Wedding. So we went to Target and bought some movies. We are right now watching Penelope. Its been a good day. This week is dragging on but I know that is only because I only have 8 more days to wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6557418636721836258?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6557418636721836258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6557418636721836258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6557418636721836258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6557418636721836258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-thirty-one.html' title='Day Thirty-One'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1741969956118283302</id><published>2009-06-29T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T20:57:17.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirty</title><content type='html'>Oh Mondays.&lt;br /&gt;Two new groups of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning group is a little older this week. I have one girl who I have had for the past three. so thats ... fun. The other kids seem great. We have one 5 year old who is one big ball of energy but is so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and bought lunch today, because they don't feed us on Mondays. Except for every third Monday when we have change over. Guess what today is. Oh well at least I have a pizza in the fridge now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon class is going to be my lest favorite this week. They are just so, I don't know strange is the only word that I can think to describe them. I am being hopeful that once we give them a script things will be better. But we have one girl who doesn't talk.... but wants to be in the play..... ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my longest run since I have been up here today. It felt great! I just have to keep this up, because everyday I don't want to go running and then I am glad that I did. Oh what a love hate relationship I have with working out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1741969956118283302?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1741969956118283302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1741969956118283302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1741969956118283302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1741969956118283302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-thirty.html' title='Day Thirty'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7425293729396812721</id><published>2009-06-28T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T16:23:51.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Nine</title><content type='html'>Today has been a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in as long as I could, which granted was only till 11 but its better than nothing. Then it was time to get up and get ready to go to lunch. I found out the hard way that Sunday lunch is ALWAYS grits. I don't eat grits. I hate grits. So this meant that it was time to go off lot to get some food. I knew I should have gotten something healthy to eat, but I got Pizza Hut instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got back it was so sunny and beautiful that I wanted to spend sometime outside. SO I took a towel and a book and read outside behind the paint deck. I finished reading Slumdog Millionaire, which I must say is a really good book, and started reading A Million Little Pieces. So far its a good book. Then it was time for a run. I was going great at first. But I forgot to drink water when I came inside so I could run for very long since I was very dehydrated. Its ok though. Since it was the first time I had run in a few days it was nice to take it easy and just walk the trail a bit. I will finish working out later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just the relaxing day that i needed. Tomorrow it is back to work, back to kids. But at least its a new group of kids. And its back to my normal schedule of 9-3. Only 10 more days till Josh gets here. And thats about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7425293729396812721?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7425293729396812721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7425293729396812721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7425293729396812721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7425293729396812721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty-nine.html' title='Day Twenty-Nine'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3180188240168962350</id><published>2009-06-27T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:12:04.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Eight</title><content type='html'>Weekends lose pretty much all sense of fun when you have to spend them by yourself. Never the less I had a good day. Last night was a once again amazing Midnight Studio. The theme: Alabama Jones and the quest for the Hijab. So funny! I then came home and talked on the phone for a little while before hearing some commotion going on, on my front porch. It turns out a very drunk Chris and Micha where trying to tie us into our room but Teressa caught them. So we all hung out on the porch and talked for a while. Basically it was a fun way to end the night. I had been so tired all day but could not force myself to got to sleep for some reason but I did end up finally falling asleep around 4. I forced myself to sleep until 11 because for some reason my body really wanted to wake up at 8:30 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch I decided to go and check out this pool that I had heard about earlier in the week. I think you might have had to go into the office and get a scan card thing and I just didn't really feel like doing that so I decided to find something else to do. I ended up driving up the mountain a bit and going to Jump Off Rock. I was thinking there would be water involved and since I was in a swim suite I figured what the hell. There was no water. But there was a very pretty view and some fun hiking trails. So I walked around there for a little bit and climbed on some rocks, which proved to be much easier said than done since I was in a skirt. After getting lost on my way back down the mountain I thought like ice cream sounded like a wonderful idea. I realized that I had never really walked around the strip downtown so I parked my car and started to walk around on the way to the ice cream place. It was packed so I ended up walking out. But I had seen another place to get ice cream down by my car so I headed down there. They were also packed. So I walked back to my car defeated. No ice cream for me. But on the way home I saw a McDonalds. I mean a McFlurry is better than nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back on lot I enjoyed my ice cream then decided it was time for a movie and a nap since everyone else was still in the show for at least another hour. I started watching Rachel Getting Married and got about 45 minutes in before I feel asleep. What I saw was pretty good. The camera work was getting on my nerves but that was about it.Then it was time for dinner. Leftover night, not the best night ever but since most people have family in town tonight there was plenty to choose from. I finally sat down and read a few chapters of my book after dinner and am now sitting on my porch just sitting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said weekends aren't as much fun by yourself but I am still finding ways to entertain myself while everyone is busy. But some good news! Teressa is not on crew for the next show. So after tomorrow I will actually have someone to hang out with at night and on the weekends. Should be fun. Plus Josh gets here in two weeks. I think I will now go inside and watch some movies while I wait on a phone call/wait for people to get out of the show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3180188240168962350?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3180188240168962350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3180188240168962350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3180188240168962350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3180188240168962350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty-eight.html' title='Day Twenty-Eight'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1261344853948497414</id><published>2009-06-26T20:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T21:07:10.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Seven</title><content type='html'>I really do think that Friday's are my favorite day of camp, and not just because it means that the camp is over for the week.&lt;br /&gt;Our morning camp was actually excited about being there today! I guess all it takes to get them to want to rehearse is to know that mom and dad are coming to watch them. Its really cute. They didn't need to feed any lines which was a first and everyone really seemed to love it. I even got a few hugs from some of the kids and was asked to take pictures with them. It made my morning. I was sad that my camera's batteries died before I could get pictures of them though. I was however able to run to CVS before my second camp to pick some new ones up. Office work wasn't so bad today. Charles showed up an hour after me so I basically got to do things at a very laid back pace. Then once he was back in the office there wasn't really a whole lot for me to do. Mainly we talked about what I wanted to do once I graduated, and CSU. Then at 3 he told me to just take a break until the kids showed up. yay for 45 minute breaks! I've really been slacking on reading Slum Dog Millionaire this week so it was nice to have a chance to catch up on that. The second camp was full of even more energy than yesterday. This is something I did not think was possible. We ended up taking all the kids upstairs to look at one of our little boys websites. Yes this week we had a little boy from LA who was been in movies and on some tv shows. He drove me up the wall but really was a great kid. Go look at his site he is one of the cutest things ever! joshuarush.net Once again the parents loved the show and the kids did a great job. Its a very proud moment I must say when everything turns out well. Especially after a week like this one where everything seemed to be going to hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1261344853948497414?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1261344853948497414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1261344853948497414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1261344853948497414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1261344853948497414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty-seven.html' title='Day Twenty-Seven'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-2598526904771457979</id><published>2009-06-25T20:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:07:05.842-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Six</title><content type='html'>Today was a much better day all around. &lt;br /&gt;We took the AM camp to see Rutabaga! stories which is always a lot of fun. The hike is the most amusing part of my day actually. Between the fact that the kids are really short and therefore it takes them a really long time to get anywhere, especially this one little girl that we have that is the cutest thing I have ever seen b.c she barely comes up to my knee. And the fact that they are not used to physical activity and so hiking up a hill is a lot of work, it just makes my day.  There are two kids in my morning group that really test my patients. They don't take instruction and have horrible attitudes. Its very hard to work with that but luckily the majority of the kids are great and love being there. The afternoon camp was amazing this afternoon! The kids have been doing so much better than Tania and I ever thought they would! So we spent the first hour or so of the time warming up and playing games. Its a lot of fun to just run around and act like your six every once and a while. And to see just how much it really does involve theatre it makes it even better. I then had a nice long talk with one of my roommates. I love days that end like that. Its so picturesque just sitting on the front porch talking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-2598526904771457979?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2598526904771457979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=2598526904771457979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2598526904771457979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/2598526904771457979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty-six.html' title='Day Twenty-Six'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-5499331916988088281</id><published>2009-06-24T20:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:36:58.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Five</title><content type='html'>Today has been possibly the worse day of camp that I have thus far. I woke up this morning and had a horrible sinus headache. Note to self always take your medication. Then it was off to work. The little kids don't really want to be there this week. It makes it really hard to want to go to work. But I thought that the day would get better, I was wrong. Something went wrong at work. Some money got put on the wrong desk. Everything worked out just fine, but it all got blamed on me. It kind of put a downer on my whole afternoon. Luckily the afternoon camp went very smoothly today. The kids had their lines memorized and knew their blocking. It seems like everyone kinda had a slow/ down day today though. Both dinner and lunch where very quiet. It was ok though. After dinner I drove around for a little while and then I went for a run. I just needed to clear my head. I need to finish out this week with a good outlook. Because when it comes down to it, I really love my job and I don't want to start looking at it in a bad light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing today, just writing. It was about happiness. About how people deal with losing it. How I dealt with losing it. How I found it again. It was nice to write again. Something that wasn't depressing, something that wasn't a blog. Just to let stream of consciousness run its course and put to paper how I felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-5499331916988088281?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5499331916988088281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=5499331916988088281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5499331916988088281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5499331916988088281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty-five.html' title='Day Twenty-Five'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-4557297481291137068</id><published>2009-06-23T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:13:23.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Four</title><content type='html'>I had so many issues focusing today! I think I just got way too much sleep last night which is strange. Getting 10 hours of sleep should help you function better not make things worse but whatever. After getting to work today we found out that one of our little girls does not want to be in the play.... at all. So we did some part moving around and I was put in the play. Oh well. Besides that the morning went fairly smoothly. Some whinnying but nothing too out of the ordinary for 1st-4th graders. I then had to drag myself back to work after lunch b.c leaving my room just did not seem like an option to me. But alas it was my only option. Work this afternoon wasn't anything too bad. Little bit of paper work. Figuring out how to work the software for the camcorder and looking up pricing for a cd/ipod boombox. Then it was off to FTT. It was so cute to see all the little kids in their costumes. Even though blocking this show was proving to be a beast. There is just so much show, and they are all so young. Its the first time I am actually a little afraid of how the show is going to look on firday. I mean i know that I can rest assured that no matter what the parents are going to love it and tell the kids they did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love nights like tonight. Granted its nights like tonight where I end up not working out. Their aren't shows on Monday or Tuesday nights so there are people around to hang out. Its a very nice thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-4557297481291137068?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4557297481291137068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=4557297481291137068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4557297481291137068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4557297481291137068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty-four.html' title='Day Twenty-Four'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6453399544053289104</id><published>2009-06-22T19:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:09:43.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Three</title><content type='html'>Back to work I go.&lt;br /&gt;I worked with Lauren for the first time in the AM Camp today. She seems pretty awesome, she is my age I think so we mesh very well. We have an interesting bunch of kids this week. One of them is the cutest thing I have ever seen. She might be 3 feet tall and is 6 years old. She is almost always clued to either lauren's or my's hip. We had two girls start crying today because they didn't get the part in the play that they wanted. I really hope they have better attitudes when they come back tomorrow. Otherwise this week is going to be hellish. Last week Tania told me to start coming in at 2 this week b/c there wasn't a day camp but we had Fairy Tale Theatre Camp at 4. So I did. Charles was not told about this and called to see where I was... opps. When I got back into the office all I really had to do was work in the theatre library, oh boy! So basically it was lets text Josh for an hour and  a half while I do work. Then at 4 I started working on FTT. We have 12 kids, YIKES! It does seem like a pretty good group, I just really hope they can learn this script by firday. But I am sure they will do just fine. It was cool because I now get a say in who gets cast in what part, its fun. I went for a run for the first time in a week today. It was only for about 25 minutes but it was still nice. I figure as long as I keep this up I can at least feel good about weighing as much as I do. Its hard but I am trying to be ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All and all things are still going great up here. After this week I will be half way done which seems so strange to me. I feel like by this point last summer all I wanted was to go back home. And now, even though yes I did go back home this past weekend, I am ok with being up here a little longer. I just kinda wish people would come to me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6453399544053289104?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6453399544053289104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6453399544053289104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6453399544053289104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6453399544053289104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty-three.html' title='Day Twenty-Three'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7774990913140041896</id><published>2009-06-21T23:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:01:29.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-Two</title><content type='html'>Happy Father's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Today was a pretty normal day for our family, father's day or not. My mom and I went to church, then we took my dad out to lunch at a new mexican restaurant near our house. After getting home I crashed.I did not sleep well the night before and since I had to drive back to Flat Rock today I needed to be awake. Then my mom and I went to CVS to buy more medication and a netty pot for me.oh boy! Then she took me to Borders to look for more books..... we ended up buying a movie oh well. Then it was time for the 3 and a half hour drive home. SO BORING! But I made it back safe and sound. I got to see at least one of my roommates and hung out at the fire pit for a while. Now I am about to crash yet again b/c I am so tired. And I have work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea. My mom very awkwardly asked me if I was a virgin this weekend, without coming right out and saying it.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7774990913140041896?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7774990913140041896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7774990913140041896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7774990913140041896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7774990913140041896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty-two.html' title='Day Twenty-Two'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-4922624106586564530</id><published>2009-06-20T22:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T22:37:41.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty-One</title><content type='html'>So today was not spent at flat rock. In fact today was not spent in North Carolina at all.ha. But lets start with last night. After Josh got here we headed over to Target to say hi to Leah, since she didn't know I was home. Then it was of to Sidelines in Marietta to see World's End play. It was so good to see Andrew! We haven't seen each other for 3 years! Then off to Waffle House to get something to eat. This morning we went out to lunch with my parents, and did some running around with them. After spending a few hours with them I figured it was time to get away for a little while. So we went hiking at Sweet Water Creak. Josh, who has only ever really been hiking up mountains was in for a little more than he thought. I made him wade through the water with me and go down a waterfall. It was a lot of fun. After we got back to my house to change clothes we went to dinner at the Irish Bred Pup, yumm! But then it was time for him to head back to Columbus so he could see his friend's band play. So I watched He's Just Not That Into You with my mom. So I have spent the majority of the day outside, have some new unintentional tan lines, am tired but had an amazing day at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/Sj2bkVKi21I/AAAAAAAAAU8/EbpWWZ9jMas/s1600-h/IMG_1811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/Sj2bkVKi21I/AAAAAAAAAU8/EbpWWZ9jMas/s320/IMG_1811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349602980844985170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my whole heart laid out in front of me, and I finally can see the way its always been; the need for peace starts from within. -Devendra Banhart,  'Seahorse'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-4922624106586564530?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4922624106586564530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=4922624106586564530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4922624106586564530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4922624106586564530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty-one.html' title='Day Twenty-One'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RItH9cLTW5s/Sj2bkVKi21I/AAAAAAAAAU8/EbpWWZ9jMas/s72-c/IMG_1811.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3907232754939297281</id><published>2009-06-19T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T20:08:21.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twenty</title><content type='html'>Once again. "it's the day of the show y'all!"&lt;br /&gt;But this time it was not one but two shows.We took the little kids to see the older kids play then ran through theres before their parents got there. It went great and the parents loved it. Then it was time to go help out with the older kids. I introduced them to Bibbty bibbty boop. Their show also went really well. I was really, really impressed by two of the girls in particular. Then after sweeping and moping the dance floor I was in the car back to Atlanta.:D. I successfully surprised my papa by walking into his office and saying " so i figured it wasn't really father's day unless I was home". And now Josh gets here pretty soon. YAY weekends home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3907232754939297281?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3907232754939297281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3907232754939297281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3907232754939297281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3907232754939297281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twenty.html' title='Day Twenty'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7738926275950730819</id><published>2009-06-18T23:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:19:03.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nineteen</title><content type='html'>Today was a little out of the ordinary but it was a lot of fun. As soon as all the kids got there we hiked up the mountain a little ways to go see the Carl Sandburg Stories, Rutabaga! It was so cute and the kids loved it. Its really good for them to see other people act b/c it makes them want to do it even more. I got all excited that I actually got mail today but it turns out that it was just my mom sending my the new car insurance cards. Oh well. With the older kids we just ran the show, got finale costumes and played a really entertaining game. After that it was up to the office to do very minimal work before I was released. I thought I had to go to a meeting at 5 but it turns out there was just a miscommunication between my boss and I and I didn't have to go. Woot. Then it was off to dinner at El Paso with Dusty, Jessica and Tania who are some of the other teachers. It was a lot of fun! Then Jessica and I went and saw Man of La Mantcha. Such an amazing show! Now I am just packing up for this weekend. I am so excited to be coming home for a few days. I am excited for everyone I get to see :D. And it will just be nice to be at my house for a day or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7738926275950730819?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7738926275950730819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7738926275950730819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7738926275950730819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7738926275950730819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-nineteen.html' title='Day Nineteen'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-80694173267459700</id><published>2009-06-17T18:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T19:03:06.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eighteen</title><content type='html'>Now that I know that I am going home these days seem to drag on... But I still had a fun day at work. The older kids where suppose to go see Lincoln  Stories today so we got to use the Blue Room to run through our show. it kind of sucked for them because they got rained out but it all worked out in the end. After a run through of the show we went back into the Green Room to play some games. On my lunch break our fire detector went off yet again. For no reason. It is getting really really annoying. All we really did with the older kids today was run the show a few times. We also played the Yes and game which is always entertaining. After all the kids left, I went back to the office and Charles was actually there haha! I had a few phone calls to makes then ran some things to the box office before I could start on the second leg of my day. I had to go BACK to Urgent Care. My ears are really still bothering  me and I don't want things to get worse so I went back. They told me I no longer have an ear infection bt I do have fluid in my ears. eww. They prescribed me 4 more medications. That makes six. Then it was off to get some food before heading back to the rock. I now feel like I am attacking my body with medication. I also bought he is just not that into you at Wal-Mart since it was only 10 bucks. YAY movie night.  Hopefully I will be feeling better soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days&lt;br /&gt;52 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-80694173267459700?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/80694173267459700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=80694173267459700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/80694173267459700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/80694173267459700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-eighteen.html' title='Day Eighteen'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-594895737381242720</id><published>2009-06-16T17:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:36:37.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Seventeen</title><content type='html'>Drama day for sure!&lt;br /&gt;Little kids weren't that bad. We blocked the show before snack break and then ran it again when we got back. Then it was time for me to go to lunch, for real today. Then I walked across the street to the used book store and bought two books for 3 bucks, Hell yea! I got Slum Dog Millionaire and A Million little pieces. Both I've heard really good things about so I'm really excited to read them. I recommend The Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing to everyone btw.  Then it was back to the middle schoolers. Apparently I had missed a bit of drama this morning. One of little girls proved herself to be a huge bitch! She made one of the boys cry! Yes, he has a learning disorder which makes him socially awkward so its most likely not that hard to make him cry but still. She didn't even show any remorse at all. It was awful, then she started crying and going on and on about how no one liked her and that she wanted to go home. In the end she stayed so I guess thats good? After that class was over I went up to Charles' office to see if I had any work to do. He had a note on my desk that said lock up when I left. So i took the thing that needed to go to the box office and headed home. I got to take my nap already :D. And it seems to be sunny right now so hopefully I will be able to run after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to go home this weekend for father's day. I haven't really spent it with my dad in about two years so I think it will be a good way to spend the day. Things that make this even better though, I get to see Shannon :) Oh yea and Josh is coming down friday night and then spending saturday with me. I am one happy girl right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the best IM conversation I've had in a whle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brittain&lt;br /&gt;i'm in love&lt;br /&gt;haah&lt;br /&gt;5:19pmLiz&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy for u!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5:19pmBrittain&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;its the best music site i've ever had before&lt;br /&gt;5:19pmLiz&lt;br /&gt;oooo&lt;br /&gt;haha i misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;my bad&lt;br /&gt;5:20pmBrittain&lt;br /&gt;hahah&lt;br /&gt;5:20pmLiz&lt;br /&gt;lol im super lame&lt;br /&gt;i thought u were talking about josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 days&lt;br /&gt;53 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-594895737381242720?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/594895737381242720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=594895737381242720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/594895737381242720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/594895737381242720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-seventeen.html' title='Day Seventeen'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-54646170830810185</id><published>2009-06-15T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T21:10:56.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Sixteen</title><content type='html'>Today was my first day with a new group of kids. I think i am really going to like this group. We have two boys who are the same age and so they are going to be little boys but I can deal with that. After spending the morning with them it was time for me to go to lunch. This is where I failed at life. I walked all the way to the cafeteria, which granted isn't that far of a walk but it takes about 5 minutes. I got all the way there and then I realized that they don't feed us on Monday so I had to walk all the way back to the education building grab my purse and then went to lunch with one of my roommates. Then it was back to work. This time I was working with the older kids, all in middle school. There is only one right now that really annoys me. So I think that it will be ok. Then I came home and took a nap. I woke up and talked to Teressa and Ryan and then tired to go to dinner.... which they don't serve on Mondays.... again fail. So then the three of us went to subway. Yup I have now had subway two nights in a row. Now I am sitting on the deck with my roommates downloading music. Its fun times all around basically. I love nights like this, even if I didn't get to run because of the rain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-54646170830810185?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/54646170830810185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=54646170830810185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/54646170830810185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/54646170830810185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-sixteen.html' title='Day Sixteen'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-7983581220718612059</id><published>2009-06-14T21:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T21:20:17.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fifteen</title><content type='html'>I got woke up this morning at 10:40 this morning by my mom calling me to tell me that they where at church.... thanks mom. So I figured that meant it was time to get up and get dressed for the day. I thought my Mom and Grandpa where going to meet me here. I was wrong. She called me at 1 and told me to come over. They live 20 mins away, I was hungry and not very happy by the time I got there. It all worked out in the end. I went over there, had a veggie burger then My mom, my Aunt Judy and I went to Target to get some stuff that I needed. Then it was back to Flat Rock. I went for a run, but it started to ran so I only got to run for about 10 mins. I then came back in side and a little while later Josh called to let me know that his flight had landed. Then I called Scott and talked to him while I drove to get some dinner. After dinner, I hung out with my roommates for a little while and then Josh called me again. So I talked to him while he walked home from the Groom station. Yes I said walked. Then I decided to go for a second run. Not the best idea but I got through the run. And now I am sitting in my room about to fall asleep. We get new kids tomorrow and I am really excited about that. It will be fun to see how it is to  do the same show with a new bunch of kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Days(possibly 24 haha I know I know it keeps changing)&lt;br /&gt;55 Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-7983581220718612059?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/7983581220718612059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=7983581220718612059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7983581220718612059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/7983581220718612059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-fifteen.html' title='Day Fifteen'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-6776624411050513451</id><published>2009-06-13T21:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:05:19.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Fourteen</title><content type='html'>Well today wasn't really spent at Flat Rock at all.&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 11 got ready and drove to Mills River to meet my family. We then started to drive around. First to Marshall's so my aunt could get something for the grill and I got some new running headphones :D. Then off to lunch at Beef O'Brady's. Then off to the Earth Market to get some stuff for dinner. I feel asleep waiting for my aunt to get out of Ingles and for the rest of the drive back to her house. I then spent the next hour or so reading "The Girls Guide to Hunting and Fishing". Its a good book so far. Sadly I only have about 100 pages left and its my last book that I brought up here this summer. Good thing there is a used book store across the street. The time it took for dinner to be ready seemed to take forever! My cousin Rachel-Marie came over and it was really awkward because she really just sat there and didn't really talk much. I know that I've talked about it before but she and I really just don't have much of anything in common anymore and it makes the time we have to spend together almost painful. Dinner was wonderful as usual. I left there around 8:30 and got back to Flat Rock just before 9. It was too late to go running by the time I got back so I worked out in my room some and am now taking a break from reading some more. Oh in really good news, my mom finally broke down and got us unlimited texting!! Now I wont have to worry about going over anymore. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26 days&lt;br /&gt;56 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-6776624411050513451?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6776624411050513451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=6776624411050513451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6776624411050513451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/6776624411050513451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-fourteen.html' title='Day Fourteen'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-4855490986496233984</id><published>2009-06-12T22:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T02:08:15.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Thirteen</title><content type='html'>So as it gets said a lot around here&lt;br /&gt;"It's the day of the show ya'll!"&lt;br /&gt;Today the kids got to show their parents what they have been working on for the past week. It went really well,I only had to give out a few lines. I even got to wear a costume :). I was sad to see them go, but I am really excited to have a new group of kids next week. After lunch I made some copies of the script for next week, then had to go through and highlight all the different parts. Then I was back to the theatre library to finish alphabetizing the vocal selection books. While I was in the middle of doing that Charles comes in and tells me that the Mac has freaked out and completely whipped out our address book. FML. I can just imagine how I am going to be spending next week putting all that back into the computer. Neither Charles nor I are really Mac savoy so we weren't sure if there is some way to reset it like there is on PCs. So I started making some calls to India first to see if she knew how to reset it, she did... just not for this model. Josh didn't really know how to but he told me to call his friend Zac who is really good with computers. Let me just say that even though I don't mind calling a complete stranger and telling them that their kid's camp has been canceled I hated having to call Zac who I have only meet once... at karaoke. Of course he didn't pick up, so I had to leave a voice mail, it was awkward. I'm sure Charles got some entertianment out of it since it start off something like this," Hi Zac this is Josh's girlfriend Brittain.... He said that he texted you and told you I was calling...." Yeah fun times all around there. We ended up leaving work without getting the Mac fixed which meant calling Zac again and leaving another voice mail asking him to call on Monday and ask for Charles since I was going to be working with the kids. I then came home and crashed bc I was exhausted. Then it was off to Mills River b/c my mom and Grandpa Brittain are in town. I had dinner over there but opted to come home tonight. I am spending the day with them tomorrow though so that should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for this weekend. I love this job but I love having time off too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So slight change in the countdown since Josh is now getting here a day earlier than I originally though :D&lt;br /&gt;27 days&lt;br /&gt;57 days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-4855490986496233984?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4855490986496233984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=4855490986496233984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4855490986496233984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/4855490986496233984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-thirteen.html' title='Day Thirteen'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-3034334761183922522</id><published>2009-06-11T20:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T20:33:23.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Twelve</title><content type='html'>Today has been a good. day. But lets start with last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the Opening Night Party. So much fun. It was nice to just hang out with everyone and drink. I had to leave around 1 since I had to go to work this morning but everyone else stayed till around 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning to a semi-drunken voice mail, more on that a little later. Work was fun today. The little girl who was sick yesterday was back today. We ran the show with full costumes and then took a snack break out by the stream. When we got back in we made funny head shots. Basically we drew ourselves on a paper plate. But we only got to draw one eye. Then we passed the plate to the right and continued on the next persons. Its very cute and will be going on the theatre wall as soon as I get back home. After lunch Charles pretty much just had me do busy work. Could have been worse. On my way back from work it was nice and sunny, which was nice since it was thundering and lightening when I was there earlier. Although when I left the electricity had just gone out. I figured it would be out for a few minutes and then come back on. I was wrong. As I was walking it started to sprinkle then the bottom let out. And I then had to sprint to the box office since I had something to drop off. The storm ragged on for about an hour. We had no electricity so I opted to take a nap. We weren't sure if there was going to be dinner tonight but there was and after we had been there for about 10 mins the lights came back on. Everyone was very excited. Especially the actors b.c their afternoon show got canceled during act two since well there was no power. After dinner I went for a half a mile run then called Josh. So its been a good day. Tomorrow the kids put on the show for the parents and I think I am the most excited about this. ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to this voice mail. After talking to Josh I did find out that he doesn't really remember what he said. Basically it was your standard drunk dial. I miss you, can't wait to see you in a couple of weeks. Then he got a little sappy ha, it was cute. He called himself out on it though which was the really amusing part. Then his friends started yelling at him to hang up the phone and stop leaving me a voice mail. One of his friends then yelled I love you! He just laughed. He said my friends love you. And I love you..... It took me till the second time listening to the voice mail ( don't judge me) for it to really hit me what he had said. Of course it was more out of reflex than anything else but still. It was different hearing it from him. But at the same time it didn't freak me out. Yup I've fallen hard. Oh boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-3034334761183922522?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3034334761183922522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=3034334761183922522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3034334761183922522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/3034334761183922522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-twelve.html' title='Day Twelve'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1925469220774526091</id><published>2009-06-10T20:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T20:25:38.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Eleven AKA the Blog dedicated to Robin</title><content type='html'>So today started off on not such a good note but it got better.&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed last night at 10 pm. Thats right I went to bed at 10, because I am an old lady. Oh yeah and the whole not having internet thing might have had something to do with it. Anyways, I always set my alarm for 8 am. That gives me 45 minutes to get ready and out the door for work. However when I woke up this morning it was 8:23.... my phone was on silent. So I had to jump out of bed and get ready and to the education building very quickly. It ended up not being a big deal since I was the first person there and Tania didn't show up until 9:15 anyways. The kids where very excited about today because today was the day we started giving them costume pieces, I have to admit they looked pretty darn cute up there. I had to fill in for the little girl who was out sick today. Ways to make you feel like a giant, put yourself on stage where you are the tallest and the next tallest person comes up to your boobs. After lunch I got to read for a while then back to work where we pulled the rest of their costumes. Charles then had me do a few quick office things before letting me go at 2:30. Yup I was only at work from 8:45-2:30 and that is with a break from 11:40-1. But he let me go so that i could go to urgent care since I still have the plaque. I got to urgent care around 3:30 since it took me forever to find out its address so I could put it into Gizzmo. I then sat in the waiting room for the next hour and a half waiting for them to call me back there. Oh well at least I got to read 4 more chapters of my book. So things you never want to hear from your doctor. While looking up your nose: Wow thats not good. While looking in your ear: Oh hunny your ear! I have both a sinus and ear infection but they said that I should be better in the next 3-5 days so yay. I then made my way through the monsoonoutside to Wal-Mart so I could get my medication. They told me it would be a 20 minute wait so I called Josh since he had called me while I was in the waiting room and I didn't hear my phone go off. After Wal-Mart I was off to my next stop of the day which was........ BEST BUY!!! My computer was fixed :) I once again have internet. So when I finally made it back to my dorm at 7:30 I go to eat subway, take my new drugs and get online on MY computer. So see the day has turned out much better than I thought it would. AND the opening night party for Man of LaMancha is tonight so bascially fun will be had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 Days&lt;br /&gt;58 Days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1925469220774526091?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1925469220774526091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1925469220774526091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1925469220774526091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1925469220774526091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-eleven-aka-blog-dedicated-to-robin.html' title='Day Eleven AKA the Blog dedicated to Robin'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-1902674686085771121</id><published>2009-06-09T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T20:08:37.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Ten</title><content type='html'>31 Days&lt;br /&gt;59 Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I go my first full day without my computer. I am once again using Cindy's while she is at tech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a much better day than yesterday. We blocked the whole show with the kids which is a chore when they are mainly all in 1st grade but still wasn't that bad. Had to make some copies of Rocky Horror for Charles. Ran some errons with Tinia. I then went for a mile long run when I got back from dinner. I am really trying hard to lose this weight in a healthy way. And I am feeling better but I know that results are slow and that I can not do it any other way than this so I am just going to have to keep at it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to wake up at 6"15 this morning to call Josh to make sure he woke up in time to go catch is his flight. But due to traffic he missed it. Oh well. He is in PA now and that's all that matters. It is going to be werid not talking to him tonight however. Every night since I have been here we have talked on the phone for at least an hour, if not more. It is what keeps me sane while everyone else is teching the shows. Oh well at least I got to talk to him for a few minutes before dinner tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-1902674686085771121?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1902674686085771121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=1902674686085771121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1902674686085771121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/1902674686085771121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-ten.html' title='Day Ten'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7815669572962866792.post-5350248699850838991</id><published>2009-06-08T21:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T21:23:54.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Nine</title><content type='html'>So some days I think that my life is truly one big cosmic joke. Today was one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I both loved and hated today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our first day with kids. It was a lot of fun! I love working with Tinia and I think I am really going to learn a lot from her. One little girl in my class named Emma really reminds me of me when I was 6. Another one of the girls is a little diva I just want to scream at her sometimes. But I know she is 7 and I just have to keep reminding myself of that. After the kids left I was free to go get lunch. On mondays for some reason they dont' serve lunch here so I have to go off campus to get some. i had an hour and I though no problem I'll be back in plenty of time. Fail. Traffic was awful. I got back at 12:50. i was suppose to be back at 1. Then I did some office work, hung a curtain, got some blocks, and went to ace heardwear to get spray paint and other such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I came home to take a nap. I woke up to a voice mail from Josh :). So I called him back and was on the phone with him for about 5 mins before my computer diecided to shit itself and crash. I was so pissed. In teh end I had to drive to ashville which is the next town over and take it to a best buy. And lucky for me Josh was willing to stay on the phone with me until I got there and helped me calm down. After I spent 45 mins in best buy I went to go get dinner, did i mention I had to skip dinner to try and fix my computer. And I called Robin. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I ran. I love running it clears my head. Now I am slightly less stressed but I will be without a computer for the next few days. I am using my roommates right now while she is at tech. so yeah. Today could have been worse but tomorrow will be better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7815669572962866792-5350248699850838991?l=dreaminherheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5350248699850838991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7815669572962866792&amp;postID=5350248699850838991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5350248699850838991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7815669572962866792/posts/default/5350248699850838991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreaminherheart.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-nine.html' title='Day Nine'/><author><name>Brittain Mackinzie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11496156009627114066</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-F-TFleBU7PI/TjXiG3LWd5I/AAAAAAAAAYo/IeK9iBFNSLQ/s220/283521_653689808726_50505506_33618197_4872317_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
