Goldfish and Lights
Sooooo I'm in Vegas.
Nbd.
When I would tell people I was going, they'd be like, "OMG DON'T PARTY TOO HARD. LOLOLOL OMG BRIANNA haVE FUUUUN. ;D"
Uhm. My dad's speaking at a church.
Thaaat's why I'm here.
I'm so thankful for this MUCH needed time off. This last week was pretty horrible. Plus I'm taking Monday off as well (haha, suckers).
Bada-bing, bada-boom.
By the end of this trip I plan on weighing 23403948032984032984 pounds, because with me I have this beautiful huge carton of goldfish baked snack cracker goodness heaven.
It's like eating baby angels~
So yeah, I woke up at 6:24 this morning, because my cot is shaped like a "u". I'm really not complaining though, because we're in this bomb hotel room. It's got like a couch thing and square-ish lamps. It's ossssim.
Not really much else to say, I'm sorry for not blogging in a longlonglong time. I had this awesome life-wasting 20min video my friends and I made, but it's hecka huge and takes 8 days to upload. So maybe if someone shows me how to compress a video, I'll put it up.
In the meantime, stay beautiful.
ALSO
The pictures at the top. They have reason!
One is of me in my AWESOME blue sweatshirt that I wear 24/7. I love love loooove it. I would probably marry it if I could. And the other picture is in this pleasantly lighted suite. :)
That is all.
JERSEY SHORE AND MUCH MORE.
Hey, y'all.
Sorry for the blog drought. Been busy having no life.
Yes, that is Frank Sinatra music playing in the background.
Whoot for my exciting Friday nights.
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MERRY NEW YEARSSSS.
Here's Hannah and I's (I's?!) New Year's vlog for you guys.
And in case you didn't catch all of the resolutions, here they are:
HANNAH'S:
1. Watch every episode of Phineas and Pherb
2. Try Irish breakfast tea :)
3. Give Brianna a baking lesson
4. Walk the dogs more
5. Practice piano more often
6. Take photo booth pictures with Brianna
7. Find more cow stuff
8. Take shorter showers
9. Spend more time with Brianna
10. Order a different drink at Starbucks
11. Live a life of purity
BRIANNA'S:
1. Watch every episode of Hey Arnold
2. Eat octopus
3. Learn to bake
4. Go to a hockey game
5. Become more musically confident
6. Take more pictures (in general)
7. See an R.O.U.S (Rodent of unusual size)
8. Take more showers
9. Learn a Boston accent
10. Use less Splenda
11. Stop biting my fingernails
12. Actually take my vitamins
13. Go to a concert (NOT Mercyme)
14. Learn how to drive
15. Beat Legend of Zelda: Windwaker
16. Read my Bible more
17. Spread happiness on society like almond butter :)
18. Go on a mission's trip
If you guys have any questions about what we said, or if you couldn't really catch what we were saying, feel free to drop a comment and we'll try to remember what we said at that moment.
Actually, drop a comment regardless, maybe telling one of your New Year's resolutions. :)
Hope you have a great 2011!!! Make it count.
Love,
Brianna
(AND GUEST STAR, HANNAH SAVAGE<3)
Don't be... FRIGHTENED!
So, today I woke up to a fine breezy morning.
And then remembered that it was Halloween.
Bring on the spooks.
I know that a lot of you guys are all into the scary ghosts and goblins and the like. And I also know that a lot of you are disgusted by the sight of your own papercut, and decide not to partake in the "festivities" (if they can even be called something that happy) of Halloween.
Either way, I'm not judging you. Believe me, I'm really not.
Halloween has been sort of a weird holiday for me personally. Growing up, my parents didn't really aknowledge all the trick or treating like most families. They didn't see many good reasons for letting their children dress up, roam the neighborhood late at night with houses decked out in bloody galore, and have them come home with enough candy to both give them a mouthful of cavities and a heart attack. It just seemed..kind of pointless. Not to mention the fact that at a very young age, children all over the country are being exposed to supernatural fascination that the holiday glorifies. So yeah, I never really trick or treated until about seventh grade, and even then I only went around to a few houses in my neighborhood dressed up in a bathrobe and slippers, telling people I was a spa client. No biggie.
Actually, I'm really not complaining about my lack of participation in Halloween. I totally respect the choice my parent's made in deciding not to have us immersed in that. And now that I'm a bit older, I understand.
Halloween is an extremely dark holiday to me. I took time to investigate the origins of this holiday, and found out some interesting things.
The early Celtics started this huge shindig as a sort of "end of summer" celebration, and a chance to get real with some ghosts. The fine line between this world and what was percieved as "the other world" became very opaque to them, allowing spirits of both good and bad to pass through. Yeah, kind of freaky. And they would dress up in scary costumes so that the "bad spirits" would fly away instead of bothering them. And all of this "trick or treat" madness?
Children in medival times would go around from door to door on Halloween and yell trick or treat, a playful threat that if the owner didn't give them a goody, then they would play a mean prank on them.. or something.
Okay, not that scary, right? So what- people dressed up to scare some spirits away. Big deal.
Actually, it is a big deal. Over the years, Halloween has evolved into a bloody horror central for people to brood over whether or not they believe in ghosts. People that do become obsessed with nasty movies about ghosts and possesion of their spirits and blah blah blah.
The problem is, they're not that far from the truth. They've almost got it right.
My belief is in demons and angels. They are absolutely real, and there is a supernatural battle taking place between the two that we are blind to. Demons do try to mess with people. They do terrorize some. And they posses very few, but some nonetheless. The only problem with not giving demons the credit for all of this foul play is that "ghosts" are seen as both good and bad. Bleh. Not my cup of tea.
I'm not trying to scare you away from celebrating Halloween, not in the least. In fact, I'm off to go get my pirate costume ready for a church event tonight. I'm just cautioning you- please do not get too carried away with the oo's and ah's of wicked stuff that Halloween tends to conjure up. It's not to be messed with.
Instead of focusing on crazed killers and creepy spirits, focus on thanking Jesus for bringing light in dark places, and turning a sad and dark life into a new, hopeful one in Him.
Boo.
Jambalaya post.
Since I can't really think of one topic to post on, I'm just going to post about whatever is on my mind at the moment. Which isn't necessarily a lot because it's 10:30pm and my brain is DEAD. Hence the jambalaya name. I've never had jambalaya.
For one, I'd like to give a little shout out to some dear friends. Well, actually I lied. These people are not really "friends", per say, but they obviously care enough to talk about me a whole lot.
Which is not a good thing, in this case.
But anyways, I'd like to tell them that I'm kind of sorry for them. I'm sorry that they feel the need to cuss out/put down someone who they have never taken the time to talk to for five minutes. That somehow it gives them some kind of pleasure to judge other people behind their backs. It's sad that you won't get to know a person before making really rude and nasty remarks about them, but it's their loss. So, I'm sorry for you guys. It doesn't bother me, but I hope that you don't keep on doing this, because somebody down the line is gonna respond by handing out a few shiners. I'm not even really offended, I'm more concerned for you. :) WWJD, yeh?
Another thing on my mind: the fun times I have interpretive dancing with my friend out on the grassy field. It makes for good memories.
And, I would write tons more, but it's almost 11:00. And I'm seriously ADD. Not a productive combo.
Night.
P.S.
Basically, Stephen ruined this post. My BSF, you have let me down.
STOP DISTRACTING ME. YOU'RE THE REASON FOR THIS JAMBALAYANESS.
& I love Ruthie! My lovely mind-texting buddy. :)
