even though i look like a five year old
who just snorted five pixy stix,
this is still one of my favorite pictures
with one of my favorite people.
please note our happy pre-titanic faces.
emily is a veteran.
she knew exactly what was going to happen.
i wish she had warned my heart.
but it's okay,
my heart and i forgave her when she sent us a link
to symbolism found in the movie.
amazing.
i watched that "nearer my god to thee" scene
with my little sister on friday.
we were both bawling within the first 17 seconds.
in the middle of a pleasant easter dinner,
my dad decided to tell me that letting me watch titanic
in elementary still wouldn't have made me popular.
my siblings agreed and laughed at me.
i ate my weight in potatoes.
realization:
thumbtanic does not prepare you
for the real thing.
at all.
shay told me
i was having a mental breakdown
and she "cannot get over [my] reaction to this movie,"
i guess that means i have to stop talking
about how amazing titanic was/is/will always be.
so i will.
so you don't think i'm crazy.
i'm not.
just obsessed.
there's a difference.
this is me,
promising not to post about titanic ever again.
until i watch it again in a few weeks...
i'm sorry. this addiction will never die.
i'm not really sorry.
sidenote:
you're allowed to make fun of my "weird neck thing."
justin and emily did.
all.night.long.
my personal favorite was justin saying,
"uugh brissa, what's wrong with your neck?!"
nothing says true friendship
like open honesty and disgust about
your uncontrollable neck issues.
