live. love. laugh. lemons?

i hope everyone had a wonderful thanksgiving.
and also that you thanked God for your fabulous family, your stupendous friends, your beautiful house, your awesome education, and anything else that you are just so delighted to have.
well, maybe with a few exceptions. of course.
oh. and for the fact that you're still alive and breathing.
that helps too.

yay for giving thanks.

early again.

i don't like losing friends.
especially when i did nothing wrong,
the circumstances just changed.
for the worst.


asdfjkl;
if you haven't heard "gotta be somebody" by nickelback,
do it now.
it'll change your life. or almost.

sugar, how'd you get so fly?

"maybe we're not supposed to be happy. maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. appreciating small victories. admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. and maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. at the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate."


"it's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone. you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could've said a million times. you take for granted the days spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. anyone can be taken at anytime in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to say before."

rosary.

i absolutely hate it when you have those days where you're completely irritated about everything. and you have no idea why. there's a vague inclination, but really nothing to go on. most likely, it's that little something that has been bothering you for weeks now and it's suddenly on your mind no matter how much you preoccupy yourself. obviously i'm having one of those days. and yeah, obviously i have those days a lot. blagh.

vicki t = tibby

interesting three hour car ride to pittsburgh, definitely stood in line for over two hours in 10 degree weather, found some cool kids in that crowd, was claustrophobic for the first time in my life, yelled and jumped and screamed and sang and danced the entire time, payed three dollars for water that was gone in two seconds, had a moment with the FTSK man.
and hey. it was definitely all worth it.
because it was definitely one of the best times ever.

yay for concerts with claire, leah, julie, and katie (aka chelsea the purple elephant from cheswick pools)!

sh.

no major blogging tonight.

just thought i'd let you all know that i'm definitely going to a concert tomorrow night and it's gonna be the best time ever (in pittsbur-gha).
obviously, you're jealous. and i'm sorry i can't take you all with me to enjoy this exhilerating event. so instead, i'll keep it all to myself.
i'll update later and let you all know how it went since you care and stuff.



oh, and also. i don't like girls.
bye bye.

hahaha.

page 6 of the northern lite.
standing in the lunch line 10 extra minutes for pizza i didn't even eat.
idiots on youtube running into walls.
crazy old men on wal-mart videos.
locker decoration plans, because any occasion is an excuse.
chocolate milk action during second lunch.
"never play the coin game".
the stupidity we realize we all have when we attempt a physics test.
spa treatments and the...dun dun dun...aftermath. (but why not, when you have a membership?!)
random attacks in the hallway when he's in the mood.
and of course, the oddly attached teddy grahams left in purses.


alright. so SOME days are actually good around this place.

by the way...

* almost half the world — over three billion people — live on less than $2.50 a day
* according to UNICEF, 26,500-30,000 children die each day due to poverty
* nearly a billion people entered the 21st century unable to read a book or sign their names
* less than one per cent of what the world spent every year on weapons was needed to put every child into school by the year 2000 and yet it didn’t happen
* some 1.1 billion people in developing countries have inadequate access to water, and 2.6 billion lack basic sanitation.
* number of children in the world: 2.2 billion --- number in poverty: 1 billion
* 15 million children are orphaned due to HIV/AIDS worldwide
* 1.6 billion people — a quarter of humanity — live without electricity
* approximately 790 million people in the developing world are still chronically undernourished
* 10.6 million children died in 2003 before they reached the age of 5
* an estimated 40 million people are living with HIV/AIDS, with 3 million deaths in 2004
* every year there are 350–500 million cases of malaria, with 1 million fatalities
* the poorest 40 percent of the world’s population accounts for 5 percent of global income, while the richest 20 percent accounts for three-quarters of world income


just thought i'd throw that out there. definitely something to think about.

nothing new.

ever wonder why it's sometimes the hardest to please those who love you most? granted, that sometimes goes along with the fact that you may live with them. and they always say you don't know someone - really know someone - until you live with them (i beg to differ). but besides that point. we're gonna roll right on past that. just in general terms. maybe it's because they don't want you satisfied with how things are, but how things can be better? or maybe it's because they are the ones who aren't satisfied and always believe there's room for improvement. or maybe that's just how the person is. not easy to please, irritable, not usually happy with the way things are for whatever reasons they may have.
holy crap, does that not get annoying for anyone else? i can be that way. a lot. "not easily satisfied" and all that. i'll be the first to admit it, no need to try to rub it in my face. but i try, i really do. i just honestly cannot see why everyone else is allowed to get away with it while even being rude to me. how is that fair?
i'm a teenager. obviously. i have mood swings. obviously. don't we all?
how about we get over it? i'll tolerate you if you can at least attempt to tolerate me. deal.



and did i mention i don't like promises?

11:11

"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting.
I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final good-bye."

don't you hate it when...

...you meet up with someone whom you haven't spoken to in a while and everything seems different? you're both cautious with one another, no matter how close you were before. any sense of normalcy is completely gone and it almost seems like you have to start over. it ends up making both of you nervous and everything's awkward. i don't like losing people like that. it's not fun. makes me miss the person more and the way things used to be with them. if that's how it ends up, i'd rather not see them again. forget it all instead of resurfacing it. but i guess it can't be helped sometimes.

anyway. watch this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dMg4b6sAelg
a little Boy Meets World to remind you of how great it was.

i hate important decisions.

i'm on a college search tonight - just to see what the heck is out there. what the world has to offer miss miller. ha. not that i know what i'm doing with my life. and really, what's the point of it all? we go to school for like five million years just to get a job and be "successful". most of the people you talk to don't even like their jobs anyway. why can't we just spend our lives with the ones we love and be done with it? plus, i conclude that money is just an idea and serves no true purpose. which is most people's incentive for a job. it's just like time - just a marker, really. something made up so we all feel more intelligent and proud of ourselves.

... okay, fine. i'm getting a little ahead of myself. obviously. without money, we'd all be ruined. so then let's all just become farmers, grow our own food, and that be it? *sigh* forget college.

then again. i can't picture myself on a farm. i'm sure you just pictured that for yourself and laughed at me.


i'm done.

life is tiring.

wanna hear a joke?

There's these three guys - a spic, a white guy, and a black guy. And they walk along the beach, they see this pot, they rub it, and a genie comes out. Genie says, "You wish for anything you want." So, he asks the Mexican what he wants and he goes, "I want all my people in America to be happy and free and in Mexico." Poof! And all the spics are in Mexico. And then he asks the black guy, "What do you want?" And he goes, "I want all my black brothers in America to be back in Africa and happy and everything." So, genie goes poof! And all the blacks in America are in Africa. So the genie says to the white guy, "What's your one wish?" And the white guy goes, "You mean to tell me all the blacks and spics are out of America?" Genie goes, "Yeah." He says, "Well, um, I'll have a Coke then."

oh, Boondock Saints. giggle giggle.

Claire's idea...

so. a blog. honestly, i couldn't tell you the actual point of these things. just yet another ground-breaking idea to get excited about. but claire and i were discussing how i hated bows, and cheerleading, and color, and decided "hey brenna! make a blog about how you hate life!" and so here i am. hating life. and writing about it.

hey, ever wonder what the word "love" actually means? with everyone saying "i love you" like it's their job, i think we all forget the true meaning behind it. honestly. you probably can't remember the last time you said that phrase and, deep down in your heart, meant it. so here's a little definition for you, right from dictionary dot com:
"a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person; a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend; a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart."
you're saying all that everytime you voice the word "love". seems kind of like a burden. something you should use sparingly, huh? i recommend it, since everytime i hear stupid teenagers saying it to one another in the hall i feel like slapping them in the face. can't say i'm not a hypocrite, though. i've just learned my lesson.

anyway. good night, then. i'll maybe write in this thing again, sometime soon, to share my wondrous, compelling, yet bitter thoughts. you're anticipating it, i can tell.

-BB