Wednesday, September 28, 2011

These things that I've done

So, I was bored of the 30 day challenge, because they were all so cute-sey and sweet and, well, that's just not the direction I'd like this blog to take. So, I chose one last one to wrap it up. Here it is:

5 Things I've Done in the Past Week That I'm Proud of
1. I went to a party-deal all by myself where I knew no one. I consider it brave.
2. I made a circle skirt with my grandma (for my Halloween costume. I love October).
3. I didn't take a nap for the last two days. I'm tired, but I've gotten more done.
4. I've worked over 25 hours with my TA job in the past two weeks (I normally only work about 15-20 every two weeks)
5. I wore heels to school and they didn't make me cry in agony.
So... they're really boots, but still.  I had to take it at this weird angle because I'm in the middle of the library and I didn't want anyone seeing be taking more pictures of myself, though I'm sure they're used to it by now.
Guess what? I'm going to Disneyland this weekend.... I know. No one cares.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

So, a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead...

Guys. This is the most important blog post you may ever read. You may want to take a picture to remember this important experience. I am in a terrible dilemma, the type that most people will never ever have to deal with. This last year I have gone through a lot of hair colors, and I've loved all of them, but I'm tired of changing and I want something to keep, so, this is where you come in (don't ask me what my natural hair color is. That is not the point).

We've got Blonde (ignore my stupid face, just look at the hair)


Red (maybe not THIS red, but something like it)

Brunette (and my hair does NOT always wave to perfectly)

Your help and concern is appreciated

Thursday, September 22, 2011

I'm a Bat who thinks he's a... I'm a man who thinks he.... I'm Batman!

I love Batman
I felt it'd been too long since I photoshopped myself into a picture of a male icon... 

 Thus far in my Film studies classes I have written two research papers on the man, and I'm about to start on my third. If ever the chance to talk about superheroes comes up when you're around me you should stop the conversation right there, because I will go crazy. Here is why Batman is the best:
- He doesn't have any superpowers, so he seems more realistic
- He is a man of mystery
- He's confident and good looking both as Bruce Wayne and as Batman
- He has real life struggles that audiences can relate to
- Batman films have been more successful over a longer period of time than any other superhero
- He is timeless and can adapt to any decade (unlike Superman, who is totally stuck in the 50's at the latest. I mean most superheroes have ties to some sort of newspaper business, except Batman. Because he's the best)


Seriously, Batman movies will ALWAYS be here. Always. He really is THE American superhero.

On the other hand, Anne Hathaway is the worst choice EVER for Cat woman (two words? I don't know) Bring back a Michelle Pfeiffer, or an Eartha Kitt. I really don't need to see Ms. Princess Diaries awkwardly strutting her stuff in a leather suit.

Any other Hathaway not-lovers? (there be no hatin on this blog, only not-lovin) Will you see the next movie EVEN though she is in it? It's still up in the air for me

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Paris Holds the Key to Your Heart...

 

This is my favorite picture of me. Ever. My dad took it of me on the Eiffel Tower. I loved Paris. Love. I mean, I loved Italy just as much, but I was there for three months, and next I want to live in Paris (or London)
So, if anyone wants to fund this next adventure just... lemme know. I wouldn't fight you. You could come with me if you wanted. We'd wear barets, eat escargo, and hang out at the louvre. 

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I'm so vain... I probably think this post is about me

Nonsensical title = check!

I'm not really vain. I don't think I'm anything extraordinarily special as far as looks go. Not too pretty, not too ugly, just sitting nicely in the middle. People tend to think I'm vain because I have the bad habit of looking at myself. On Skype, I spend half of the conversation looking at my little picture in the corner, sometimes during class, when I'm not taking notes on my computer I look at my reflection on the computer, I have over 1300 tagged pictures of me on Facebook, and back in Disney World I can't walk onstage without looking at myself in the mirror right behind the ropes at least three times.

My friends make fun of me for it. I know it's a completely ridiculous habit, so I've joined in the teasing as well. If you haven't caught on, you can look at previous posts where I talk about my "ridiculous good looks." It's all a joke. And it's funny. Don't take me too seriously. (On the other hand, the posts about me being hilarious are not jokes. Obviously )


The point is that looking at myself is a bad habit. I need to stop. I am not obsessed with myself, and I'm especially not obsessed with my looks, so I should STOP acting like it.

What if one day my soul mate walks past me at the same moment I'm walking past some reflective surface. That will be a story to explain to people in heaven when they ask why I never got married... "You see, God did send him my way a couple of times, but I was next to those one-way windows that look like mirrors on the outside. So, you see, it's totally understandable that I completely missed him."


I googled "girl looking in mirror" to try and find something to represent this blog... Well, mostly it was very sad girls*/girls putting on makeup/girls being naked-ish. This was the most relevant picture I could find. 


*On a serious note, how sad is it that most the pictures of girls looking in mirrors were sad? We should be able to see that our imperfections are what make us beautiful, and we should be happy to see those. NO MORE SAD GIRLS IN MIRRORS





Monday, September 19, 2011

Yittle Me

When I was little little I was adorable. Seriously. I'll be livid if my kids aren't as cute as I was when I was little. I mean, just look at this girl!

I haven't changed all that much. Still a rock star, still eat food off the ground, still don't wear pants, and still love me some Disneyland

Unfortunately, these adorable years couldn't last forever. I turned 5 and everything changed. I shot up about 6 feet, my teeth decided to go all red-neck on me, and my cheeks constantly looked swollen. To add to my awkwardness, I decided I needed to be friends with the smallest girls in my school. It really showcased giant-hood
Look at me looming above everyone around me. You know, no one ever made fun of me. I think it's because they were afraid I would step on them, then it would all be over...

Luckily, sometime after I turned 16 the awkwardness started to fade. I like to think those years of resembling Andre the Giant built character and made me the person I am today! (daily quota of being grateful for trials = fulfilled)

Sunday, September 18, 2011

Why do adults have blogs?

I get a lot of grief about my blog title. I don't think a lot of people get it. The story goes like this:
When I graduated from high school, my dad told me that I should get a blog. I was moving out, and the family wanted to know what I was up to in my college life. So, I reasoned that I was now an adult, and as such, I needed a blog.

Unfortunately, combining all those words without spaces in between left me with a URL that looked more like Adult Shave Blogs... Which has led to a lot of sketchy people checking out my blog. I've chosen to keep my strange URL. I figure that our quirks are what make us special.

Oh, and here are the 30 days of blogging...

day 1 – recent picture of you and 15 interesting facts about yourself
day 2- the meaning behind your blog name
day 3- a picture of you as a child
day 4- a habit that you wish you didn’t have
day 5- a picture of somewhere you’ve been
day 6- favorite super hero and why
day 7- a picture of someone/something that has had the biggest impact on you
day 8- short term goals for this month and why
day 9- something you’re proud of in the past few days
day 10- songs you listen to when you are happy, sad, bored, hyped, mad
day 11- write a bucket list of things you want to do before you die
day 12- write a poem to someone you love
day 13- your 5 favorite books and why
day 14- a picture of you and your family
day 15- put your ipod on shuffle: first 10 songs that play
day 16- a picture of yourself
day 17- someone you would want to switch lives with for one day and why
day 18- plans/dreams/goals you have
day 19- write about a sweet memory from your past
day 20- write a letter to someone
day 21-a picture of something that makes you happy
day 22- what makes you different from everyone else
day 23- something you crave a lot
day 24- post your favorite quote or verse of scripture and why
day 25- what I would find in your bag
day 26- list 10 things that you are thankful for
day 27- my day job verses my passion
day 28- cruise a thesaurus and pick out 10 words you like the sound of
day 29 – favorite tv shows and why you like them
day 30 – movies you can watch again and again.

Saturday, September 17, 2011

I've never been in love before

Some of you may not know this, but once upon a time, I was truly, madly, and deeply in love 
His name was Heath Ledger. 

If you knew me between the ages of 12-17 then you knew that I was obsessed with him. Seriously, I was a creep. I had a folder full of pictures of him on my computer, I cut out pictures of him from magazines, and if ever I had to come up with a fake name I was BriAnne Ledger.

I "met" him when I was about 12. I was at a summer camp, and my friend had a poster for A Knights Tale. She didn't want it anymore, so it was passed on to me. It was Love at first sight.

He will rock you, just look at that furrowed brow.

I was actually convinced that I would meet him one day. With my ridiculous good looks combined with my witty sense of humor he wouldn't be able to resist me. He was only 10 years older than me, that wasn't too big of a difference, right? I mean it would have been fiiiine for a 15 year old to date a 25 year old, it's just numbers. 

Oh Heath, you will always be my first love.

Made for each other


Friday, September 16, 2011

A Bandwagon? Count me in!!!

So, when school is in sesh I have less interesting stories to tell (sesh = cool young people lingo. I'm so hip) which means I'm joining the ever so annoying 30 day challenge thing. What what! So today, I will introduce myself with pictures and words. as if you don't already know everything....

 

Now some words...
Weird
Ambitious
Dreamer
Sleeeeeeeeep
Funny
Caring
LOUD
Family
Disney
Film
LDS
Travel
Adventure
Loner
Hopeless Romantic


Feel free to argue and add whatever you'd like :)

 

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Studying at School

I like to say that I have so much to do, but it's only because I'm a terrible procrastinator. I have classes only two days a week, and homework is usually only due on the first day of classes... so... alright, I put stuff off forever.

Last night, I forced myself to do my homework by going to the library. I never ever study in the library.It seems like such an awful place. So quiet, full of stressed out college students. but I had to do it to force myself to finish everything I needed to do. Now, I've heard rumors about studying in the library: boys will come up to you and ask for your number, you'll sit by annoying people at your table, there are ghosts, etc. I didn't deal with any of those problems. (Obviously, I normally have to fight boys off as they are ask for my number. It happens at least 20 times a day. A girl can only go on so many dates a weekend... Kidding. Not true at all. Not even a little tiny bit... Wait. How did I end up on this self-depricating tangent. Let's continue) I liked the library more than I thought I would because you get this GIANT able to spread all your crap out on. It was the best
Also, if you spread your stuff out like this, no one will come sit with you. It's like you have your own private office!

I finished almost everything... except for one paper... which I am supposed to be doing now... Instead I'm taking pictures of myself on my laptop and writing about a night in the library. 
Do you think anyone in this room thinks that writing around a picture of myself is an assignment?

Saturday, September 10, 2011

comprehensive weekend post w/out a clever title...

I went to Super 8 on Friday night. It was amazing. I loved it. After the movie I ran into some old friends from freshman year. The conversation went like this:

"Oh my gosh Bri! I haven't seen you in like 3 years!" -  Friend 1
"Yeah! Oh my gosh! It's so good to see you!"- Friend 2
"Yeah, wow, how are you guys!" - Me
"I'm great! Oh, this is my date, michelle" - Friend 1
"This is my friend Allie" - Friend 2
"Cool. Nice to meet you guys. This is my Dad." - Me

That's right ya'll, I spend my friday nights at the dollar movie with my dad. It is the definition of awesome. But really, we had a blast.
(on a side note, the "dollar" theater costs 2 dollars... Wataheck. but the "dollars theater" just doesn't have the same ring)

Then, tonight, I went to a friends house to watch the BYU football game. That's right. I watched football... for about 5 minutes. Someone tried to explain to me how it worked, bless your heart Jonny, but  still can't stand it. 

Then, my best friend Bec and I went to the park. Once there, we were asked by a large group of 15 year boys if we wanted to play tag. Obviously, we said yes. It may have been the most fun I've had all week.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Little Orphaned Books

Today is a sad day.
Borders is going out of business.

Digital music replaced the CD. That's fine.
DVDs replaced VHS. That is also fine.
TiVO replaced live television. Fine, fine fine
But online shopping replacing going to the bookstore? Blasphemy!

Going to the bookstore is an all day experience, full of the smell of coffee, the sound of indie musicians, the crisp feeling of opening a book no one has ever opened before.

You can't look at a picture and a summary to know if you'll like the book, because the story isn't the only thing to consider. You have to hold it, and feel it. Is it too wide? Too Heavy? Is it slippery? Are the pages to thin? Does it have a loose flap book cover? If it does, then what does it look like underneath? You need to read a few sections, because you're going to be spending the next few weeks with these characters, they might become a lot like family. I have three copies of Alice in Wonderland and every copy has it's own personality, none of which I would have felt if I didn't go to a store.

If you don't like reading, that's fine. you can sit down in a bookstore and people watch for hours on end. Sit in the self help section for a while, move to the foreign language section, sci-fi, romance, or biography areas. Everyone will have a different story. They are characters in and of themselves.



Obviously, I love bookstores, especially this particular Borders. I remember going there as a kid and grabbing a big pile of books and having to chose just one of those to bring home with me. Tonight, the shelves were littered with little reject books here and there...( and a large stack of Sarah Palin's autobiography... even at 70% off no one wanted to take that one to a home...) I know I sound dramatic, but everyone walking around that store tonight was mourning with me.

I pledge to read the printed word, and to continue visiting our bookstores.