faces are for sitting on- nothing more

As dearest as friends can be, they are. I have been a bit of a jerk myself, but I have these friends who have stuck with me all the way through it.               I know how Thanksgiving's already past, but I am thankful for you guys. 

Dani, Maddiey, Brenna, Marisa... I love you three. One cannot function with out girlfriends to lay in the roads on their stomachs with, doing our recently discovered Dani's Mating Call Dance and making Brenna pee her pants. Without you three, who would sit on my head and try to get that dang pillow to engrave the flower into my face? Tyler... Tommy?! No, no. No one would. Because that might be a strange thing to do.

(besides John Hansen- I can tell that that boy would like to sit on my head sometime)

{p.s. Hey, Dani. Thanks for letting me sit on you for so long on the 4th year hike when all I had was lost, broken or forgotten. It must have been painful for your hawt legs.}

Love, your friend, Brynnie

{Psst: I can't take credit for taking these pictures. Maddiey Beardall did most of them}

"I'm all toasty inside... and I'm leaking!"

From here and now on, I am going to post pictures that I take. With my father's beautiful new, big camera, and the right settings (I've been playing around with it all day), and the Christmas lights that Haley put up for the holidays, I decided to give you a tour of my bedroom. I enjoy loading it with messy crap, but Mom, it's an organized mess, you see?

{stars are hanging from my bedroom ceiling}

{notice the collection of 16 scarves on the door- I've only worn 5}

{that wall there? that is My Blessing's List :) When I am feeling really grateful for a person, I write their name over again. Notice the big black box in the corner? I was feeling quite blessed to have that person this morning, so I simply colored it in :)}

{Me and Haley}

{not in my room- but we have ornaments that look just like bubbles!}

{on this setting... our tree looks like a tree from heaven!}

Did you watch the 1st Presidency Christmas Devotional too, perchance? If not, find some way to read Elder Uchtdorf's talk from 2011 and 2010. Both are incredible and the second talked about the Grinch. We watched that after the devotional and I wrote down about half the movie into my journal. I found quotes and a whole new vocabulary for myself to use! Umbrella- Pumbercella  Recorder- Blabbacorder  Refrigerator- Sub-Zero Chililibrator

The Grinch: Those Whos are hard to frazzle, Max. But, we did our worst, and that's all that matters.

The Grinch: Oh. Bleeding hearts of the world, UNITE. 

The Grinch: The nerve of those Whos. Inviting me down there - on such short notice! Even if I wanted to go my schedule wouldn't allow it. 4:00, wallow in self pity; 4:30, stare into the abyss; 5:00, solve world hunger, tell no one; 5:30, jazzercize; 6:30, dinner with me - I can't cancel that again; 7:00, wrestle with my self-loathing... I'm booked. Of course, if I bump the loathing to 9, I could still be done in time to lay in bed, stare at the ceiling and slip slowly into madness. But what would I wear? 

Maxy, help me, I'm feeling! Chayse (favorite boy to babysit) calls me Blynn. So- Love, Blynn

6 O'CLOCK

"You're mad, bonkers, off your head. But, let me tell you a secret, all the best people are."-Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland

  


Is is time yet? No, it's still 6 o'clock...
It will always will be.

{I've decided to post, but I just took this posty off my private blog and edited it. So, I'm not saying it will be worthwhile}


I am reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland right now and, Dani, you're right. It's a very odd book. But I love its oddness and muchness. I envy Alice in a way. I'd love to be in that land where mustard's a mineral and everyone always has a *porpoise. I'd be bosom friends with the Mad Hatter and it would always be 6 O'clock and we'd drink tea for life(obviously, I'd drink, like, lemonade instead--dang, I'd always be peeing if I was a Wonderlandian(such thing? doubt it).




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Happy Birthday, Mommy!


If I get no homework today... it shall be a homeworkless weekend. A Weekend to Remember... hm, I think I'll watch A Walk to Remember in the honor of it. And read Little Women and A Christmas Carol. But that has nothing to do with remembering. In the words of T-mo, MEH.

*purpose- read the book

gee, these soldier boys

{He got his beret and was, obviously, pumped about it:)}

{My mom found this picture in a 'Don't ask, don't tell' news article. Haha!}

Alright, alright, alright. I miss my big brother a lot, a lot, a lot. All that oh-I'm-too-cool-to-be-missing-brothers is over and I miss him. 

I miss that tall boy with kind of curly hair that would drag me down the halls at school. I'd punch him in the stomach whenever I'd see him there and he wouldn't stick up for me when I was teased in Mythology class. 

But, I do miss him walking around in his boxers or his purple spandex he loved. 

Now that I think about it... did Breton ever wear pants??

You'd miss him too.

Love, this barefooted sister, Brynnie

LIPS.

You are probably reading this and thinking, 'who is she wanting to be kissed by?' or, my personal favorite assumption, 'she's 16 now...was Brynnie kissed?!'. Nope, nope, nope. Both these questions can be answered but they are lame- I'm a "sixteen sweetheart" now (as Paco called me). But, I do not want to be kissed and nobody kissed me... for now. {just jokes!}

During my algebra 2 class, I was thinking about my lips. So, naturally, I wrote them all down. {What else are we to do in Algebra 2 class? Listen? No}

I know that my bottom lip sticks out as I write.

I know I purse them as I put on my makeup.

I know I lick them when I sing; squeeze them as I sketch.

They twitch excessively as I get excited (as do my eyebrows- it's humiliating).

They get thin as I smile.

They get plump when I cry.

I get them red in the mornings.

I get loaded, painful zits on them over night.

I have a freckle on them and some boy's going to be like... mmm.... oh my, a freckle.

Lots of kisses, Brynnie :) 

"So, Brynn, are you going barefoot on your first date?" 

And now I think it's falling into autum

I want to do a lot of things. Can I tell you exactly what they are?

1) I want to cross stitch a picture of a cottage(like the one in the Shaws house).
2) I think I'll paint the water at Afrelle- my name for the park behind LP.
3) Learn how to roller blade- get good enough to be able to skate during the day, even when the people can see me.
4) plant a garden.
5) buy loads more books.


It's getting hard to actually give notes to people. I usually end up just giving them to myself. I never tell my Self stuff lately. My journal's completely clueless and anti-social. But, you know, she kind of enjoys being that way.


I'm living by a quote right now.

We're all excited for fall. Everyone. No one complains about the leaves changing colors. Not a soul groans when they think of the sweaters we can now wear to school. Everyone can move out of their way to step on the crunchy leaves because no one can frown when they hear a crunch. We can eat soup and hear about football whatever's and sit on front porch benches and watch the rain beat down on your roofs and gutters. We can bring blankets to school with an excuse and we'll wear shoes and tights and scarfs and not have to put on deodorant in the mornings and we'll walk to seminary in the foggy dark. And everything's great because you like it that way.


And you think to yourself,
you think this is good, wait until winter.


98 Days 'Til Christmas.


With all my love, Brynnie.

We'd be a crazy team

I love this movie! And I love how she dances when the "hey, Alligator" part comes! Don't you? And I like how amazing they are at these instruments. She doesn't even have to move her fingers when there's a cord change... incredibly talented. :)