New Beginnings

First I'd like to tell everyone who may possibly STILL read my blog, Happy New Year and I'm sorry. I've let Vividly Bland become a big pile of nothingness but lets be hopeful that 2015 will bring in more blog entries and more content for everyone to enjoy! I have big plans for building my brand this year. I have dreams of becoming a mogul and I believe I may finally be ready. Sometimes we stand in our own way. We are exactly where we are in life because we made the choices to be here. So no more excuses. It's time to work.

Towards the end of 2014 I had numerous conversations with my friends about our dreams and aspirations we had right out of high school. What did we truly want to do yet we were too afraid to?? Why weren't we out chasing our dreams? We have so much potential to do great things yet we settle for mediocrity. So I set out to do whatever it is that I put my mind to. Right now its: Tarot Cards.

I finally purchased my first deck of tarot cards and I have done about 4 readings so far. Apparently they were a hit because I now have more people asking where am I located and when I can give them a reading. I don't think I'm ready to do strangers just yet. I need to learn the entire deck and study each card thoroughly so that I can give an accurate reading with no awkward pauses. BUT I will say that my readings were very much on point. I know that some may view the cards as some evil black magic that is not of God but I feel like anything revealed to me through the cards are indeed messages from God to help the person I'm pulling cards for. Nothing I say will be anything that you don't already know or have thought about. Like pulling the Devil and Death card in ONE reading was scary at first but by the placement of it... I knew that there was nothing to worry about. No one is going to die.

So this year we will focus on developing our craft and doing exactly what we want to do. I feel that for the last 26 years of my life I have existed only to please others. Today, I am ready to move on and have fun. Cheers to a wonderful and successful 2015!
-Bee

Baddie Bey

While I was on hiatus, soooo much shit happened. BEYONCE took over 2013 and it's still Black History Month. From singing the National Anthem at the 44th President's Inauguration, to slaying the Super Bowl Half-Time show AND snatching the wigs & edges off of EVERY naysayer with the superb HBO documentary Beyonce: Life Is But A Dream--- Yes. It is #BeySeason, and you will deal. Late last year Bey even joined Instagram as BaddieBey and aint a truer name in the world for my girl. 

This woman is perfection! How can you NOT like her? Why don't you love her? Tell me baby, why don't you love her?! When she makes herself SO DAMN EASY TO LOVE?!?!

From Blue Ivy to Jay to Miss Tina to Solo & Julez & even Julius... the #BeyHive lives. 

She even announced her latest tour "The Mrs. Carter World Tour" & unfortunately I was unable to get tickets. But I am confident that I will be able to get tickets eventually. When there's a will, there's a WAY! 

"Thank God for my Computer. Sometimes when there’s no one to talk to, I talk out loud. So I can get all of my thoughts out and try to figure out the issues that I’m having and I’m tryna’ find the answers. The best thing is looking back, and realizing how incredible life is. If you don’t take the time to think about and analyze your life. You’ll never realize all of the dots that are connected."

Bey said this in her documentary. And I FELT it. I do this all the time. Sooo many videos on my laptop of me just.. TALKING! Ahhh... I must make another video. I must post them. I must get back to writing. 

Everything happens for a reason. Just when I was thinking about giving up, I saw that I indeed had the power to push forward. God is SO real! And with him, I shall be enrolled in school in about 6months. That's when I qualify for financial aid again. *twerks* ALSO, a new job is in my horizon. Also, a MOVE is in my future. Must get away. I am far too amazing to be living so dormant. 

End of an Era

February 25, 2012 marks the end of the saga known as Anthony & Brittney. I don’t know why I let it go on as long as I did. This has been like 5 years of my life. Consuming all of me. For the last year he was all I ever thought about. He was all I ever wanted. I thought he was going to be the ONE for me. I was thinking marriage. Silly Brittney.
I do not want to be alone. I refuse to be alone. He was just this clutch I had. Something to lean on when things got bad. So I wouldn’t feel like I was alone knowing that I was. Just a safety net. I hate this shit.
It’s like how much must someone show you that they don’t want you for you to finally believe it? How many times do they have to tell you that they just want to be friends for you to believe it?
I believe it now. And it hurts so bad. But this is the best thing for me. ME. I just wanted to have something so bad.
What do I do now? How do I start over & somehow forget all about him? Pretending that things were better. When they weren’t worth shit.
Is your heart still mine?

BeePac's Back!

After about 3 months of no cable or internet services (outside of my cellular phone), BeePac's BACK! OMG! It feels sooo amazing to be able to blog from my living room again.! I know, I know.. I haven't done much blogging this year. Why? 2012 has been all about change & renewal. Eliminating toxic individual & practices out of my life.

I feel like my life is changing for the better & its only up from here. *praises*

So... stay tuned for a photo montage of what you've missed out on the past couple of months.

Bikini Bottom.

just moved into my new apartment. ecstatic. Also, been working out & dieting... You can see the progress. Yay! I'm literally at the pool blogging because I haven't set up my internet yet. I'm really happy right now. My hair is BIG and awesome.. I'm still tweeting my life away... I have started back living for ME! and I'm happy. Oh did I tell you guys I got my nipples pierced?? yea.. i did.. Worst pain ever. They aren't completely healed just yet... Anywho. Enjoy. Peace.

Beezy Like To Smoke, Drizzy Like To Smoke

 *sings "We'v got something in common"* Hahahahahaha...
I never smoked because it was "cool". I just did it because--i do what the fuck I WANT. Yea, its bad for my lungs but so is 98% of the food we eat. Oh fucking well. Granted I haven't smoked in months... but yea.

Action, For The Love, Black History Month Discount...

found videos on my camera & hard drive. enjoy





"Can you take 40 acres & a mule off my ticket?"

Bee & Her Fro...

Peep the cheap boots.. sweater dress.. zebra print purse..  leg propped up on the dash.. grabbing a fist full of hair.. saddest thing is that I was singing "Make It Rain". *sigh* Whenever I hear "You wanna see some ass, i feel compelled to show a lil hip and thigh (which is visible in the pic as well).

oh notice the hair. dry twist out.. 

I'm Single... Still.

I'm Single.. Still single that is. Very single. Like, not even close to being in a relationship. I don't even talk to any guys right now. Hell, I really don't even care about my disastrous nonexistent love life for once in my life. Things are the way they should be. I've accepted the fact that I've got this weird tendency to chase after guys that I know don't want to be committed to me or that really think I'm 100% psycho. Eh, whatever. I actually thought about not being as crazy just to see how it would work out with someone but I've finally realized that... that shit is for the birds.  I am merely a shell of myself if I eliminate my so called crazy trait. I'm so boring. I don't feel like myself anymore.

I don't know where that came from. Everyone is trying to change me back to the old me or change me into someone totally different.. but I don't want to change. I just want to live my LIFE.

I am NOT changing. I will never change. Fuck.

Im sorry. My blog is such a bore now. I never write about shit. No rendezvous. No crazy antics. No witty commentary. No nothing. I've let you down. I'll get back on it soon. Just wait. I just need to... exhale.

Side Pouf & Teal Nails.

Aint I cute?

My 1,000th Post

I've been putting off writing this post because I was looking for something special to do to commemorate this day. Alas, I am here with nothing profound to say or a reason to hold the "contest" I thought of originally. I mean, no one seems to read blogs anymore. No one seems to care about my writing anymore. The only reason I seem to get hits is when someone googles something and stumble upon the name "Vividly Bland". I shouldn't care about views. I'm not getting paid to blog. I'm not getting anywhere near my ultimate goal. Vividly Bland isn't paying my bills. Seems pointless to try to make this into a career. I still love blogging and writing and voicing my opinion, I just don't have the same feelings about the blog. Twitter killed the blogger. This is so true. Tumblr as well. (http://vividlybland.tumblr.com).

Anywho, this is the 1,000th post. I'm still thinking of how I can become closer to my dreams. If I have to write my ass off until the day I die, someone will hear what I have to say and I'm sure I'll make it MY way.

Thanks for reading.

Brittney.

50,000 Views Later..

OMG! We've finally surpassed 50,000 views!!! And we are approaching our 1000th post! *white girl yippie*
IDK what i'm going to do for my 1000th post. Maybe a giveaway? Autographed t-shirt? Picture of me? Ummm what would you guys want?? Random item of mine? Hmmmm. Possibilities are endless. I'm so proud of Vividly Bland and everyone who reads us. I'm really gonna give away something to you guys.. just send in ideas to vividlybland@gmail.com or whatnot.

I Broke A Nail Today

Narcissistically Humble

I love my blog. Mainly because it's about me and I absolutely LOVE me. 

... and yes, i did take pics of myself taking pics of MYself.

narcissistically humble & vividly bland.. has a nice ring to it, eh?

Day Nine

Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.

*_* =]

Saturday Inspiration

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring" 
— Marilyn Monroe
Sometimes Miss Monroe just speaks to me. Today I needed her and I remembered those wise words. My flaws and how I embrace them is what makes me beautiful. I feel as if I come off so crazy at times because MY MIND is so full of ideas and thoughts that need to be shared with the world-- I'm really a freaking genius! And
though I may come off as completely loony, I am quite entertaining and that's wayyy better than being boring.
"I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love." 
— Marilyn Monroe
Pretty self-explanatory. If you read any of my posts you'll realize that the one underlying them is LOVE. That's all I'm looking for; someone to love.

I Love Nicki Minaj when Im Drunk

Rapping along to Nicki Minaj is the BEST thing ever! It's like playing dress up... only funner! *Legally Blonde voice* Like you get to do ALL of her crazy faces and change your voice up! OMG. Best.Thing.Ever!

I mean, you MUST ffwd through Trey Songz part on Bottoms Up to the 2:24 mark so you can hear Nicki and then you just go the EFF off! omg.. You guys should SEE me when this song comes on. Im all on stage as if I'm performing. As if I'm Nicki. As if I'm talking to Trey Songz like "Can I get that 'tron? Can i get that remy? can i get that coke? can i get that henny? can i get that margarita on the rock-rock-rocks can i get salt all around that rim rim rim rim Trey? I was like, yo Trey, do you think you can buy me a bottle of Rose'? Ok lets get it now..." [ahem, that part is ALSO my ringer for when you heauxs text me] So i get ALL into it right saying all loud & buck: "I'm with a bad bitch, he's with his friends. I dont say hi, i say 'keys to the benz'. keys to the benz? keys to the benz! motherfuckin right yea! b to the 10! if a bitch try to act cute ima stomp her. throw alot of money at her then yell FUCK HER! FUCK HER! FUCK HER! THEN YELL FUCK HER! then ima go & get my louisville slugger!" and im like all in some imaginary hoe face gettin buck nshit. So then I change up like a maniac & get all cutesy like "excuse me, i'm sorry i'm really such a lady. *bats eyelashes* I rep young money, you know slim, baby? & we be doin donuts while we wave in the 380 & we give a lot of money to the babies out in haiti..." I'm like soo "Do you like my body?! Anna Brittney!" 


Like. omfg. How can you NOT like Nicki. The chick is entertaining. I cant even talk about her alter egos because I have a few myself & I'm notorious for changing up my accent whenever I feel like it. 

Day Six

Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever) 

1.) Megan - Spelman sis that I love dearly. Been my girl since Summer 2007. I mean, we bonded over SMH. =] 

2.) Alan - He's awesome. One of the few males I actually care about. 

3.) Tonya - I don't know how long we've been friends but I'm just now realizing how alike we truly are! lol 10+ years strong?? 

4.) John - My birthday twin & my homie. So alike. Its crazy. We may be soul mates but like the friend kind. lol

5.) Brooke - My BFF. Total opposites but that's why we "click". 

All these people are special to me because regardless of where I am, the relationship doesn't really change. We see each other or go without speaking for awhile, when we reconnect its as if we never left. I hope no one feels slighted in any way because they were left out though....

This isn't fair. I have way more people. Okay lets say this. Family doesnt count so mommy, daddy, sister, brothers & cousins--- You mean a lot to me but this is for my non relatives.

Day Five

Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.



1) Lost my virginity.
2) Left Spelman.
3) Fell in love with him.
4) Cheated.
5) Quit My Job
6) Ignore my gut. 

Harvest Moon

The sky was beautiful last night. I stared at it for hours. Couldn't believe that I could see Jupiter too! Yay!! I tried to take a pic but unfortunately I wasn't close enough to the sky for my funky phone to work. smh. 

Doesn't it look beautiful though?! Ahhhh.. I used to stare up at the sky when I was younger and think for so long that my head began to spin. I always asked "How much space is in space? Does it go on forever? Is it spherical like Earth? Will I ever get to travel into space? What does it smell like? Can I taste moon dust? Is there someone else staring at the same moon as I am right now thinking the same thing that I am?"

Yes I was a weird kid. Still ask myself those questions too. I often speak to the sky whenever I have one of my infamous crying moments. It helps free my heart from the sudden overwhelming sense of loneliness. At times I feel like no one understands me.. So I wander. Ahhhh. That went off on a tangent. I love the moon. I love the stars. I love the night sky.