what is this fluffy stuff?

it's beginning to look a lot like chirstmas.

good thing it's almost march. 

this. is. nasty,

think this is bad?

go google tlc strange addictions.. it's insane.

my family has been watching these videos.. and i'm disturbed.. THESE PEOPLE ARE CRAZY!!

lost & found

i found these pictures from thanksgiving.. and they made me happy. 

noob?

today i look like a noob.

why?

i'll tell you why.

1. i'm wearing spectacles. 

i hate when i run out of contacts.

2. i was sick and tired of my lanyard. so i put my keys on a bracelet. 

hurray for looking like a noob!

enchanted to meet you?

that moment when i'm sitting on a barstool in sammy's patiently waiting for my pie shake. and a friend i haven't seen in some time walks through the door. we had a nice chat. (: and then i realized i've missed him quite a lot. we became quite good friends. but then he had to graduate and move on to bigger and better things.


is it safe to say i had a secret crush on him? and that secret crush may still be there?

i wish i could have sat and talked to him for hours. talking about everything and nothing.
i wish it could have happened the way it happens in the movies where we would forget everything else in the world and become lost in conversation.
that maybe just maybe he'd remember what he'd told me one day in photography "next year all be off to college. and when i come home on the weekends, i'll have to take you on a date." he probably doesn't remember...
life isn't like the movies. i keep telling myself that.

but i'm still hoping for that date.

the things we do..

my friend hailey posted this on facebook.

so i watch. and my brother walks in and says "i've done that!!"

then us being the dumb kids we are...

i know it looks like i'm crying.. but i swear i'm not!

and i really hate the way my voice sounds in recordings.. 

so little time.

i'm up to my eyeballs in homework. i have special needs prom tonight. and all my clothes are unclean. help? before stress overcomes me..

bonding

love these girls (:

and burnt popcorn.. but that's a long story.

happy valentines day.

this is the worst day of the year. 

i loath valentines day.

maybe one day my opinion will change.

the day when i have a boy in my  life that i love.

a boy that will be my best friend.

he'll know me so well that he'd bring me daisies, instead of roses.

but for now. in my single seventeen year old life. 

i will continue to loath valentines day. 

don't judge me. 

and maybe i'd give valentines day a bit of slack if i received any of these valentines.. because they make me giggle. a lot. i love hp (:

country

i have some friends. lexi and tori. and they have got me hooked on country music.
who would have thought?
so i'd love it if you'd share your favorite country songs.
because i need to build up that genre in my itunes library. 

update.

• wrestling is very awkward to watch.
• i might have an obsession with journal writing.
• i am giving a talk tonight. and singing a small solo, introducing a new beehive, and conducting. help me. (i don't know about you but it seems like that is a lot of breanna for one night.)
• voice lessons are lovely.
• friends. i have friends.
• pinterest is still taking over my life.
• i found that financial lit. isn't all that bad. (i write in my journal. so time flys.)
• if your pants are loose, get a belt, and save the rest of us from being scared for life. 
• homework. yeah it's not done. and i don't think it's very high on my list of priorities. 
• becoming better friends with a boy. not a boy i "like" but a boy. and i feel all cool about it. cause i've never had a guy friend. i've had friends that are guys, and then we end up liking each other, and then that blows up. and then we are no longer friends. so it's exciting to say i have a guy friend. that is nothing more than that.

.

there's an awful feeling that hits your gut, when you're let down.
especially when it's your closest friends that let you down.

but i will be fine.

i'm going to move on. and smile. even when i don't want to.
because life just seems better with a smile.

i like quotes.

pinterest is taking over my life! 

baby.

i'm a bawl baby.
i can't even bare my testimony about special needs mutual, without sobbing.
good grief.
i'm so embarrassed.
and i now get to speak in sacrament meeting about it..
save me.

it's a thursday.

do you know what thursday means?

• wearing my ski clothes.
• letting my hair hang like a dead thing on my cheeks 
• not listening in any of my classes, because i don't care anymore.
• going to chubby's with kellee, and austin.
• not caring enough to go change my shirt, even though it's covered in chalk.

but do you know what's great about thursday today?

IT'S LIKE MY FRIDAY! because i ain't going to school tomorrow. (: cause imma be in a fashion show. woot woot. (: win!  

"pity" party?

 you might ask what is a "pity" party?

well it would just be a group of girls getting together the night of a high school dance, to do something fun. because in all honesty they're trying to not dwell on the fact that they didn't get asked. and that they aren't dressed up in a pretty dress. and dancing with a boy. or being where the whole student body is really.

sweethearts is next saturday. 

wanna know how many "pity" parties i have been invited to?

three. 

now i have to sit and decide if i should go to the vow, or watch pride and prejudice, or go out to eat. 

they all sound fun. 

but,

why do girls feel like we need to have "pity" parties? 

it's a concept i haven't fully grasped. 

why can't we just go out and have fun to have fun? 

why do we have to say. "hey have you been asked to sweethearts? cause if you haven't me and a bunch of other girls are going to watch chick flicks and eat junk food, wanna come?"

don't get me wrong i have nothing against these "pity" parties. really i don't.

i enjoy them. because it's nice to do something, instead of sit at home by yourself, wishing you where at the dance. 

i just want to know why they have to be "pity" parties. it sounds so... pathetic. 

can we just say we're having a girls night? or a night out on the town? something that doesn't make us sound so.... loserish...? 

but hey it's almost valentines day. and we're all in misery. 

p.s. i'm really sorry if you love valentines day. i don't mean to rant and rave on it. but i just don't like it. and if you like it. good for you. i won't think any less of you. (: so don't think less of me that i loath it. 

also...

is anyone even going to this dance? cause i personally only know three people who are...