this is me, telling it on the mountain.

free at last.

free at last.

thank god almighty,

we are free at last!

in other news,

i reached the end of my paper chain

and am currently

life.is.good.

because once wasn't good enough and i can't stop staring.

kaziz westari.

ready to party.

untz.untz.untz.

countdown to sanity.

one paper.

one final.

one write up.

then i can paint my nails,

drink candy cane hot chocolate,

and catch up on thursday night television.

but for now there's going to be a lot of this:

 study and cry.

study and die. 

fact: everything good on facebook surfaces during finals week.

hollerrr.

clearly the "c" in c-ville stands for classy.

the night before the wedding, 

i helped my dad set up for rotary.

as we rolled out giant tables and arranged the blue tablecloths,

i told him i felt legit.

there's something about being inside city hall after hours

that makes a person feel straight up gangster.

this time has been locked in my brain as my favorite set up session.

there's nothing i love more

than one-on-one chats with my papa.

except maybe discovering how the city promotes water week.

can someone please explain 

how we get cell phones and hamburgers 

from a fountain of water?

this wreath was my personal favorite.

proudly hanging on an employee's office door

seven months after the holiday season has passed.

because nothing says,

"merry christmas" or "peace on earth"

like shot gun shells and camoflague. 

pt.ii.

remember how i said i was a ninja?

get ready for part two.

i just put on lotion

aaall up my legs at work

and no one saw.

and we're not talking knees and down people.

we're talking ankles all they way up to the undaroo line. 

tmi?

too bad.

i had to share my victory with someone.

lucky you.

wicka whhhat?!

gettin paperrrr

i have a new goal in life.

yes, i realize i say that a lot

but this time it's real.

i will learn to spit verse like this before i die.

preferably before the end of this summer.

i knooooow right?

ca-chiiiiing!

i love when i get texts that say,

"what are you doing?

 i want to do a little spring shopping.

wanna come?"

we went. we bought. we conquered.

oh and just an fyi, forever xxi has the best shirts right now.

mexi loved the "yo amo tacos" shirt 

and i fell in love with the captain kitty number.

{and by love i mean l-o-v-e. i am seriously considering going back to buy it.}

mal bought the.coolest.shorts.ever.

they belong on a beach cruiser.

i bought some tops i thought i loved

but i didn't know true love until i laid eyes on these beautiful things. 

dear embellished tank, creme blazer and grey cardigan: 

i'm sorry i forgot about you.

but please understand you're going to be on the back burner for a bit

while i plan outfits to wear with the sexiest party rock shoes ever.

thanks for being so cool about it.

xoxo. 

brizzle.

phreakyphresh.

yesterday i got a text from homegirl

that let to the best email of my life.

"just a funny brissa pic i saw."

truth be told, kelli is the second person to send me this picture

and honestly, i think that's why i love it even more.

the fact that people see this picture and immediately think of me

leads me to believe i'm doing something right.

ereday im shufflin.

good day to you.

friday. was the shiz. like woah. we had our second birthday party for daxflame and our first real party of the new year. it was magic. i can't even describe how much i love living with my roommates. they're honestly some of the best friends i could have ever asked/hoped/prayed for. now enough with the mushy mushy and back to the partay. we had such a good turn out. i got to see so many old friends and make some new ones. we deeefinitely got some great rockband footage for our reality show. the only negative of the night was the unexpected arrival of that stupid skankatron we all hate {this girl version of a cock block...wait, is it too inappropriate to say cock block? oh well, it's already written and i don't feel like reaching mr. pinky all they way up to mr. backspace. is it weird that i just labeled my pinky mr. even though he's on a girl body?} post party breakdown included jess, chantz, frazier and i talking and listening to music while the disco ball revolved.
saturday. slightly hungover from all the goldfish crackers and water consumed the night before. we didn't get to bed until two in the ay.em. i "officially" woke up at noon, went out and looked at the result of a night of "heavy partying" in provo. cups everywhere. literally. here is where we found them: the floor, by the fish tank, in beth's bathroom, in the couch, on the couch, under the couch, on the stairs and even in the sink. who in their right mind puts a p.l.a.s.t.i.c. cup in the sink? i hope they didn't think we were going to wash it and use it for later. went to big lots to get a leash for roxy and then hit up macey's for our daily supplies. i just want to give a shout out to calypso lemonade for being the most delicious lemonade i've had in a while. and trust me, i know lemonade. we just wanted to "stay chill" today so we had a mellow rockband session and then watched part of the first season of jersey shore.
sunday. found out my car was overheating again and reeking of antifreeze. i endured another terrifying drive home but the light at the end of the tunnel was seeing my mommy! she's been in new york for the past nine days and i haven't been able to talk to her very much. i went home and she fed me soup and delicious treats found only in the glorious big apple.  drove home big pimpin with my blaser on and rollin in my mama's acura until carlos gets fixed. das wassup!!

gangsta rap made me do it.

today i caught a mr. cool-coat eyeing my kicks.

sorry, eyeing isn't strong enough.

he was coveting, lusting, yearning after my fancy feet covers.

yes, that sounds more apropos. 

.......

presenting the envy of everyone on campus:

my seven dollar nikes.

these babies have got to be one of my favorite thrifted finds.

they fit.

they're red.

and they're ready to dance.

yeeeuuhh boooi.

**and don't worry mami, i lysoled the crap out of them

 and let them air out for a few days before wearing them.

pinky promise.