just a reminder.

if any of your friends are...

engaged.

pregnant.

married.

going drag.

got a record contract.

billionaires.

concussed.

moving.
going back to myspace.*

stop.freaking.out.

it's fake.april fools.remember?

oh, and you're welcome.

sidenote: and if any of those circumstance are true for your friends, please accept this as my sincerest apology and wish them the best of luck on my behalf.

* i kid you not. one of my friends posted this as his status. "is going back to myspace. say goodbye facebook, i'm gone." this is obviously an april fool because who in their right mind would choose to go back to myspace after being involved in zuckerlandia for so long? i mean rrreeaallllyyy.....myspace??

this is for my parents.

b: dad are you stalking my blog?

d: yes, i have a lot of catching up to do.

b: weird...okay...

d: brissa, i want you to edit your last post.

b: what was my last post?

d: the one where you said you were pregnant.

b: but i'm not.  it's a joke.

d: people don't know that.

b: it's james freaking franco. it's not even possible for me to be pregnant with his baby!

d: change it.

this is me "changing it" to please my parents.

because i know mama would kill me too.

but you guys get it right?

you know i'm not actually with child.

you know it's just a silly little girl dream.

{because little girls often dream of being impregnated by hawt celebrities}

so just to clarify,

i am not pregnant with james franco's baby.

it's just a dream.

a dream that will one day become reality!

crap...i'll probably have to edit that part too...

oh.pee.ess.

thary 4 beeng sew weyrd

&& tokeeng skool lyke 24/7.

eet haz suked up mai lyfe.

fo reelz.

i'm the worst daughter in the whole wide world.

i didn't write a post about the birth of an angel.

it was on 09.13 and i missed it.

i forgot because i went home to celebrate with her.

i drove home, hugged her, kissed her cheeks and told her that i loved her.

and i know that's no excuse, but still...

i love you mami.

you're incredible.

the best friend i could have ever asked for.

the most loving, giving and caring person i know.

beautiful and funny and spicy.

you love all your children.

you give of your time.

you listen.

you care.

if i can grow up to be a fraction of the woman/mother you are,

i'll be happy.

you're my angel.

you have saved me so many times.

you've never given up.

with me. with life. with anything.

you are my hero.

 

te amo mi reina.

por favor disculpame por olvidar escribir te un blog.

tu sabes que te quiero.

ere la mejor mami en todo el mundo.

te amo mi reina.

con un poqito de sal y un poqito de azucar.

brown.bleach.blue.

sorry kids.

but i'm still a wee bit obsessed with the color and my new pizzle.  

like woah.

just thought i'd warn you. 

sorry charlie.

zoo-ee-mama it's been a while since i've posted.

but it's okay because i have a legitimate excuse.

i studied.

actually studied.

aced a class.

packed up my apartment.

cleaned.

drove my car.

moved into my house.

deep cleaned.

organized my room.

aaaaaaaaand...

drum roll please

i just barely got the internet.

pinky promise i'll post for realzies tomorrow.

later skater{s}.

meeeeeeeh.

i don't feel like blogging anymore.

is that bad?

i have so much to tell you about mexico but i don't feel up to it.

there's so much to say,

too many pictures to edit,

and too many thoughts to organize.

please don't hate me.

accept this horrible picture as my apology for now.

i hope you appreciate that i posted this seeing as how madre hates it. 

neglect.

please forgive me.

i never realized i hadn't properly introduced you to my dream.

i want to move.

break through this bubble and explore the world.

it's on my list of dreams to own a vw bus.

i will live in said bus.

on the beach.

in california.

i will make little things and sell them.

people will buy them.

i will make friends with everyone i meet.

i want this to happen now.

just quit everything and go.

who says i need a piece of paper to go far?

not me.

no way.

stupid education.

{photo via}

i feel guilty

when i haven't blogged for a little while.
so i always feel the need to make multiple posts to make up for my absence.
please forgive me?
i would forgive you.
please don't abandon me or give up on me.
i always try to make it up to you.
i love you forever & ever.

oh...hello...

Sorry I've neglected you for a short while, but I've been busy ya see.

Rockin the gold watch bling
And chillin with the homies.

I kind of enjoyed this weekend.
My throat is raw because of RockBand.
Sometimes I think I rock out too much.

We went to Jess's aunts house for le SuperBowl.
I took a nap on a comfortable couch, but I'm still poohped.
I promise to be better at this whole internet scribbling thoughts thing.

I'm really tired right now.

But I won't be able to sleep.

Suuucckkkkyyy.

peace out girl scouts
& later to the skaters. 

shmupdate.

i feel guilty for not blogging in such a long time.

but i don't really have anything to update you on.

i was right though.

this weekend was pretty rad.

i didn't get any sleep.

it was awesome. 

k. i'm going to go study.

you know.

put those dollars to use.

exercise my brain cells.

luuuurrrnn.

Reason # 57.3

Why you should be my friend.

If I mess up I will apologize to you (profusely) in person and (if the guilt is sufficient) I will make you a paint drawing like the one shown below.

Once again....I'm sorry. 

update.

I am home.  It is so soo good.

Last night I was super cool and fell asleep at 8:30 in the pee.emm.

I woke up at 9:56 this morning.

Sleep is a luxury.

               a long lost friend.

               beautiful.

               mmm....mmmm....good!

I've been catching up on things like: music, {fun. Nate Ruess, I like it when your voice makes new music.  But don't worry, I still like your old music too} reading, {National Geographic}, movies, {watched the Bucket List tonight and I enjoyed it} and blogging and what not.

Sorry I haven't written in far too many moons,I pink swear to be better.

Anyway...I just thought I'd say hello, so....

hello.

i've missed you.

goodbye.

            

sick eye.

have you ever been so ill that even your eyes feel sick? 
my eyes are very sick and very tired.
all i want to do is sleep.
but i have to read two issues of the new york times.
i don't like reading when all my eyes want to do is sleep. 
saltines and orange juice have become my staple.
mmm..delicious.
i hope i stop being sick soon. 
i can't miss work tomorrow. 
dang gina.
sometimes i wish i didn't have to work and go to school at the same time.
it's stressful.
but i gotsta make da big bucks. 
okay.
i'm done whining.
ugh..how annoying of me.
please click here for my formal apology.

And so it begins

Today I woke up at 7:30 for my eight o'clock class. I was half awake and stumbling over my clothes while I quickly got ready for school. I threw on a white v-neck, my deep teal cardigan, favorite jeans, and my beat up black converse that I've had since I was a Sophomore in High School. I didn't bother to put in my contacts or mess with make-up. I threw my hair back in a low bun and gave my teeth a quick brush.

School has officially started. I know that once I stop caring what I'm wearing or what I look like, school is in session.  Can I just say that I love, love, LOVE white v-necks.  And combine those bad boys with a cardigan and my chucks or vans and they're amazing!!  They are probably my favorite article of clothing.  mmm..soo good. 

{enter whiny rant}I have been sick all day. My head felt bloated and it was like a woodpecker decided to claim my brain as its home and peck, peck, peck all day long. It's times like this when I'm really grateful for my mom. I know I can call her and...well....whine about my cold. She will always listen to me. It doesn't matter if I'm talking about my headache, school, friends, or work, she is patient and waits until I'm done to offer some of the best advice I need. I love her. {whiny rant over}

Sometimes I think about things I should blog about but never do. I really should be better about this. Okay I will from now on.

Pinky PINKY swear.