tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32201453031653756342024-03-14T00:26:03.075-07:00The B-Word.drama at its most random finest. tell me, do you love it or not.BRITTNI M. CARTERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10705812910712773059noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3220145303165375634.post-13656414647789441062009-10-01T23:05:00.000-07:002011-03-04T09:29:26.394-08:00MY LIFE STORY-the abridged version.<center> <a href="http://s67.photobucket.com/albums/h315/umiami09/?action=view¤t=31765111-1-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h315/umiami09/31765111-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a> </center><br /><br />i dont have any idea where to start. and im not sure if i could ever really finish. but this is what i can tell u. my name is brittni morgan carter. i was named after actress, suzanne cupito. puzzling u might ask? well she changed her name to morgan brittany. i'm sure i need not explain where brittni morgan came from. CARTER is my father's last name. i hope that wasn't hard to figure out. <br /><br />i was born april 11, 1987. i believe that happened to fall on a monday. nothing special about that tho, just thought that i should mention. <br /><br />i am my mother's oldest child and my father's second oldest. i have 2 brothers and 2 sisters. i only share the same mother & father with one of them, but i love them all the same so no need to explain. my father is half asian (tho u would NEVER guess). i guess that makes me a blasian baby. please don't ask me what I'm mixed with or assume I speak spanish. I don't.<br /><br />my life was very normal, yet very different. at the age of 10 i applied for my first passport and i packed everything i thought was important & moved to south africa with my cousin @marissa_loren (twitter). i was w/out my mother & father on a completely different continent learning to speak french. it made me homesick but am thankful for that. <br /><br />As a child I pretty much traveled the world ALONE, meeting friends & family in London, Amsterdam, Paris, etc....I must say it was a very scary thing to travel all by myself. seriously. i will never forget that heart-dropping feeling of sitting on a 12 hr+ flight before i could legally drive to take off to another country & hope someone was there waiting for me. that is why i am so independent. i survived the red-light district at age 15 all alone. to this day, i never can actually remember how i ended up all BY MYSELF. but it made me a better person.<br /><br />upon returning to the states...i easily blended back in with my american counterparts tho i didnt speak much for awhile. i was very shy. i didn't understand why americans were less educated than foreigners. but my life quickly became identical to any other smart, obedient student in a matter of time. i was an extremely good child. i didn't test my mother.i never drank or smoke or lied or did any of the inappropriate things some of my friends thought was worth the trouble. i was literally an angel. but i was still popular. <br /><br />i did however have my first drink freshman year of college at the University of Miami. It was during hurricane katrina=school lockdown party. way too much fun! no need to explain but I been in love with vodka ever since! that explains my Vodka Flocka moniker.....Fab appropriately named me that and it kinda stuck. <br /><br />So many outlandish and ridiculous, sometimes exciting, sometimes depressing things have happened since then. Maybe I should write a book. <br /><br />Yeah this is becoming random. So i'll cut this short. The only thing i could hope for in life is somebody with a better story than mine to tell. I can't wait to listen.<br /><br><br />xoxo. B.BRITTNI M. CARTERhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10705812910712773059noreply@blogger.com1