Oh... Fudge....

Now, my good people.

I have a secret.

Sometimes...

I say curse words.

I know what you're thinking,

"Not Brittany! She's too small and adorable!"

Well, I'm totally with you on the adorable part, 

but unfortunately... you're wrong.

It's not all the time, 

but when I get hurt, or very angry, or when I'm at Lagoon

sometimes they slip out.

One such time happened last week.

I was at Swing Club, I had been dancing my little ginger heart out and decided to take a break and sit down for a little bit.

I was sitting on the floor, and the club is held in a dance studio room so there's a bar halfway up the wall and my head was right underneath it.

My friend Patrick asked me to dance, and without thinking I jumped up to dance and ended up smacking my head

really, really hard on that stupid bar.

Now, not that smacking my head wasn't painful and embarrassing enough; but at that exact second, the song playing ended and so in that three second pause of silence, the entire swing club heard me yell out a curse word. 

That's right

I didn't just say a swear

I yelled it

pretty loud.

And, I totally would have been embarrassed about it, but I've kind of become immune to embarrassment, and also my head really hurt. 

So there you have it

my guilty confession.

Judge me if you will, 

but I don't really care what you think about me. 

So, you know. 

Whatevs. 

How Lumberjacks Ruined My Life

I love Logan, 

I especially love Fall in Logan. 

I love how many trees there are here, and when they begin changing colors the whole city looks like a kaleidoscope of oranges and reds.

There is one particular spot where the trees are especially beautiful, this spot was my favorite place in Logan until two days ago.

Right behind my apartment, there is this adorable little canal. It's not very big, but it's beautiful and I love it.

All along the canal, on either side are these big beautiful trees, and they all lean in towards each other and make a tree-tunnel. When you're looking down the canal, and all the trees are reflecting in the water, and it's just nature and just beautiful; you feel like everything is ok with the world. 

Yes, bad things are happening other places, there are wars and starving lonely people; but right here- right in this spot.

Everything is peaceful 

and beautiful

and right.

For me it was kind of a magical place.

And then Monday, I woke up to an awful sound.

A horrid sawing, screeching sound.

I looked out the window

and found to my horror

that a group of lumberjack men were cutting down my trees.

Now,Monday was just not a good day for me. I had a really crappy cold, I was going through a lot of emotional turmoil, I was out of Dr. Pepper- and now they were cutting down my trees?

They were ruining my favorite spot!

I'm not going to lie, 

I cried.

Maybe it's just because I'm a weird hippie, 

but I get really attached to trees

and watching these ones get cut down, especially since I loved them so much- it broke my heart a little bit.

I walked past the canal when they were finished

and I was pretty devastated.

With the trees and the beautiful colors of their leaves gone, 

everything was just brown and dead looking.

The beautiful little canal was now sad and naked. 

Like a mountain after a forest fire, or those little starving African children. 

My favorite place in the whole city is now just a dingy little puddle, all the magic that was there before is lost.

I don't know why the trees had to go,

but I hope that the men cutting them down were at least a little sad while they did it. 

I hope they understood what they were ruining.

I hope they cared.

The End.