wiiknd: "i follow myspace tom on instagram. he's insaane." - kelli

clean. candy crush. repeat.

new fridge.

fall/farewell party.

kylee + kelli + katrina + ayley + hannah.
carla via iphone.

caramel apples.

chips and dip.

instax love.

mission + baby related conversations.

"i craved tires."

comcast fail.

best.nap.ever.

training for dayyyyz.
cookbook reading.

costco.

garlic butter samples.

taquitos. finally.

sweet baby ray's honey mustard = heaven.

mediocre grocery stores.

the holy war.

early up.

three day hair.

kylee's farewell.

circle of love.

a teary goodbye.

ox in the mire.

"this is the best honey mustard of my life."

sunday nap.

picture/shelf/ledge/curtain hanging.
cookbook reading.

little matie kisses.

new potatoes + scorched butter x2.
INTERWEBZZZZ!!!!!

observations/facts/advice gathered from life after a food coma.

watching experts rock it on ifly

is more exciting than watching a beginner.

chocolate chip cookie dough

is the best ice cream.

no question.

i'm a natural when it comes to skee-ball.

five tickets, baybaaay.

woot woot.

never get pizza with lettuce on top,

even if avocados are involved.

the eating process is tricky and results in

lettuce falling, tomato face attacks, 

panicked faces, and non-stop teasing.

christmas lights are beautiful.

they're even better when covering every tree, shrub, 

nativity scene, and especially in the form of luminaries. 

apparently i talk like bill cosby 

when i get excited about hot chocolate.

in my defense, 

it was really good hot chocolate. 

watching the led zeppelin lazer show in a dome theatre 

will make you seasick. 

but in a good "holy cow, my eyes are seizing" way.

when people watching an awkward first date,

try not to make eye contact with the girl

you know doesn't want to be there.

she will send you mixed signals.

hate rays, pleading glances,

fake laughter, hate lazers,

and death glares.

poor thing.

at least she got dessert...

happy halloween hangover.

unfortunately,

i didn't consume enough candy yesterday

to have a halloween hangover today.

i usually aim to crash like this at some point during the holiday,

but that's not the case this year.

so to all you recovering sugar crash victims,

well done. 

instead of candy

i ate pumpkin pancakes

at a pumpkin pancake party.

while there, i learned a few things

i'd like to share with you.

 never talk bump-its. 

i guarantee the conversation will take a turn for the worst.

there is no such thing as a wishy-washy lost-ite.

you either love it or you hate it.

parks and rec brings people together.

i blame leslie knope's sparkling personality

and tom haverford's lavish lifestyle.

cool whip on pancakes is the greatest combination ever.

i am kicking myself for not doing it sooner.

and finally, 

nightmare before christmas is not a halloween movie

it's a christmas movie. 

jack the pumpkin king makes me want a door to christmasland.

cincodemayobaby.

last year sam and i 

rode our bikes to taco bell

for cheap, commercial mexican.

then we rode along the river trail and took

a little detour at a park where i played on swings 

and laughed at sam in his moment of illness and need.

after, i went to an awkward party

where they served fake margaritas along

with chips, dip and cookies. we played a game

but my hip thrusting was looked down upon. stupid zoobs.

this year, there's a party

at the north side of the complex

we're going to attend. let's hope my hip

thrusting is praised instead of judged and the tunes

they blast are good enough for me to shuffle, spongebob and bernie.

 

 el desperado circa 2009. cinco de marcho* party 

*everyone was leaving in may, so we had our cinco de mayo party in march. complete with a pinata, a swim in the mexican gulf {the best heated swimming pool ever} where we played games like mexicans vs. border patrol {very similar to cops and robbers} and finished the evening by watching the best quasi-mexi movie ever.

viva le me-he-ko!!!

ai ai aiiiiiiiii!

pardon the repetition but...

saturday was aaaawesome.

bethie and i went to liz and diana's blog party.

i fiiiinally got to meet kylee.

i'm pretty sure i was awkward when i first saw her
but we just hugged it out and it was all good.

i am so, so, soooo happy cecilia  walked up to me and said hello.

when i saw her and kandice  walk in 

{ask beth, ashley and kylee}

i freaked out. 

"ohmygosh! i read about them and

 i want to talk to them but i don't know hoooow!"

yeah, pretty sure i said that at least a thousand times that night.

but then we chatted and i fell in love.

and for those of you wondering,

yes, cecilia and her hair are just as gorgeous in person as they are on her blog,

kandice is cuter and funnier than i could have imagined
{and her baby!!!! oh that natalie is beautiful!}

and kylee is even more hilarious and awesome in person. 

highlights of the evening:

"i'm so glad you all have personalities." - kandice

kandice telling me she thought i was in high school

and that she and cecilia both thought i was a punk-ish zumiez workin gangsta.

three cheers for blog friends becoming real friends.

oooooh and thanks to kylee and kandice for taking pictures that i could steal and post.

{kelli, this party haaas to happen now}

pong night = people watching.

jess and i observed the following.

**for a better experience, please read the following in your best bbc animal video voice**

co-ed lap sitting is acceptable.

co-ed lap sitting while being all over each other  

and practically licking your "chair's" face is not. 

getting excited over winning your [soda]pong game is encouraged.

screaming like a man and smack talking like a sailor 

when you are seemingly nice girl is awkward.

taking your significant other into a secluded doorway

 to whisper sweet nothings is nauseous but okay.

backing said individual into a doorway you thought was empty

but instead pushing them up on me is not okay.

boop.beep.bop.

i went to a party this weekend and fell in love.

please meet the most incredible cooler i have ever laid eyes on.

party and party and yeah

saturday was my favorite day of march.

the festival of colors.

this year was so much better than last year.

beth and ash were very patient with my motherly obsession of taking their pictures.

those are my homemade snooki shades for halloween. 

clearly i didn't have time to add the rhinestones. 

this is my "angry bethanie" series. 

ashley loved the llamas. so much.

ashley looked like such a hipster with her bandana.

i love my crackers. 

on the walk back to the car my friend damien decided it would be funny

to pour the entire contents of a purple color bag on my head.

i kind of love it and wish i could dye my hair purple.

but according to khyrie i can't because it's "not professional."

i'm also considering bringing back green eye shadow. 

i love these children with all my heart.

viva le krishna!

oh don't worry

we just threw the best party known to man.

ca-ching!!

wiiknd.

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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!!

attn: j.woww.

not the skanky one.

this one.

because you deleted your facebook

and i know you check this page while you're "slaving way at work,"

this message is for you.

copied straight from the website you love to hate.

DaxFlame has done the unthinkable and turned TWO YEARS OLD!!!
This is definitely a reason to celebrate!
Please join us for the following:

- edible goldfish
- his favorite cocktail
- rockband
- the baby maker
- a venomous dance party
- the harry potter closet
- seven minutes in heaven

Get some.

♥ Le Tigre

i'm expecting an rsvp. 

if you have any questions/concerns you know where to reach me. 

best.weekend.ever.

.thursday.

went up to the cabin for a little birthday fiesta.

ate some pazookie.

watched the italian job.

{i understand the whole 'handsome rob' thing now.}

conversation = interesting.

.friday.

arrested development mini-marathon.

such a random assemblage of people.

awkward moments = golden. 

after party with the homiez.

feet.

.saturday.

sleeping in = delicious.

homework =  not so delicious.

watched the most random tv ever with jess.

the siege.

jerseylicious.

mystic pizza.

decisions made: we're bringing back the big hair and 80s clothes.

awkward/silent house guest.

mini-rockband rockout session

{mini = 30-45 minutes only because people were "starving"}.

@12 chinese cuisine.

spicy peppers.

pdvc.

{public displays of vocal chords}

easy a.

after party again

this time with feet talk.

this weekend = just the break i needed.

two for two.

white.trash.bash.saturday.night.

it was legen - wait for it - dary.

holla acha guurl!

halloween weekend was the best.weekend.ever.

friday we caught the seven o'clock showing of inception.

so good.

and once again, jgl...marry me. 

we dropped the boys off and hit up a dance party.

golden.

the rest of the night happened so quickly:

chicken wraps. climbing on the cougar. driving across. driving down. 

duck pond. blasting weezy & lauren's ke$ha station on pandora.

went to bed at three.

saturday. woke up at one thirty. {jealous?}

did laundry. painted nails. got jerseylicious.

that's right, i dressed up as my bff snooki polizzi.

went to go visit my boys at the riv for a bit.
they made me feel famous.

then met up with the wolf-pack for dance party numero dos.

 redbrickhouse is where it's aaaat.

sidenote: 1/2 a giant nos + redbull < an hour is not recommended for your heart 

but roooocks for dance parties.

spotted: all four teletubbies, avatars, carebears, polygamist wives, molestor, twitter. 

the music was thumpin and the party was bumpin.

after-party. convinced the boys into going to ihop with us.
convincing = being caught in a human trap and promising unlimited back scratches.

despite their faces in the above pictures {especially al's} they had fun.

mack was our waiter again.

i loooove that angry britt.

we saw, met, fell in love and took a picture with rufioooo!

i ate the scrambled eggs i'd been craving for days.

drive through and down. again.  so freaking legit!

after the after party. hopped the fence to go hot-tubbing.

decided what to wear for sunday. talked. played a game on my phone. 

my brain got a little fuzzy around four in the morning.

i remember i fell asleep for an hour and a half or two hours 

before getting ready for jamie's farewell.

sunday. 10:33 am: on the road home for the farewell.

freshly brushed teeth + leftover nos = no bueno

get crunk.

my dearest children,

have a wonderful weekend.

party hardy.

xoxo.

 

here's another little bit of last weekend i forgot to show you.

we water cupped three-eleven.

twas glorious.

over one thousand five hundred cups of water.

garlic bullion in the showerheads.

and a love note from the wolf pack.

oh, don't worry about that gap you see in the picture on the right,

we filled it.

the whole shack shimmies

i now want to have a love shack themed party.

we will decorate the location like the shack.

there will be bright colors everywhere.

in order to enter the shack you must be dressed up.

the b-52s will be played.

and people will "line up just to get down."

it's all about free love baby.

reer.

wolf pack weekend.

this weekend has been incredible.

after finding out the best.news.ever.

i had a feeling that nothing could go wrong.

and guess what kids?

i was right.

friday.

burlington coat factory shopping for the perfect rat pack outfit.

instead we found a disgusting cream three-piece suit and these little gems.

classy no? 

and yes, those are for little boys.

then scottland came to play.

we went to a birthday party and met up with samuel.
and let me just say that the three of us = maaaagic.

we left said party after discovering the "food" offered was chips and grapes.

we scurried over to the nearest little caesars and got a hot & ready pepporoni with

"CRAAAAAAAZY bread."  

{if only you could hear sam's voice when he says that}.

went back to le tigre, dined and returned to the party where we...

ate peanut m&m's, took photographs, and belted to beatles rockband.

return to le tigre.

sam looked up "activities" online while i talked to talking tom cat and scott rambled.

i decided to text meredith.
she was d.t.p.
{down to party}
bur first we had to go fill carlos up with gas. 

scott and sam decide to zoolander my car and wash the windows.

twas entertaining.

we got to meredith's complex and crashed a {very smelly} mocktail party.

after screaming bloody murder when meredith fell, we left.

we drove and blasted my FAVORITE SONG EVER
{if you guess my favorite part i'll give you a silver dollar}.

then headed over to the malt shoppe.

sidenote: eggnog shakes are where it's at!
oh! the jukebox was broken and we saw the following...

back to meredith's casa to have a post-party-breakdown with lauren.

dropped the boys off at home and went to wal-mart with the wolf-pack.

we picked up supplies and egg-nog. 

lauren and i saw a khloe kardashian look-alike.

not even kidding.

they could have been twins. 

saturday.

i had a massive egg-nog hangover...

slept in. did laundry. cleaned room. painted nails. re-dyed teal.

headed up to salt lake with meredith and caity.

picked up lauren and headed to cpk after seeing this.

yes that is a man. and yes his shorts are shorter than those of his lady friend.
ew.

partook in delicious pizza and listened to meredith tell us that the plural for
"roof" is in fact "rooves" not "roofs"
after supper we went bananas at uo.

i spent waay too much money.

but it was totally worth it.

{amazing black purse/satchel/bag. perfect brown belt. incredible stunna shades}
on the way back we saw brett michaels on his chopper.

contacts off, glasses on, grabbed the wolf shirt and went to see the boyz.

we had a grand old time featuring:

five minutes of uninterrupted eye contact.
she-wolf references.
iron fights/lessons.
baby mama quotes.
the ULTIMATE talking tom cat session.
dress pant attack.
denim wolf shirt envy.

i left with ...

a hitler-eque finger moustache,

a blue dodgers jacket,

 and half of a home-made oreo cookie in my belly.


dear weekend,
thanks for being awesome.
aahh-woooo!
love always,
brissa.

photographic evidence.

remember when i told you a bit about freshman foothold?

well i finally have some pictures of it!

{everyone}

{2010 mentors. what whhaat.}

{here's our classy picture}

{love this girl}

{love my children.  they called me mom}

{oh. and this is where we stayed}

{why yes, that is a tree-house inside the house}

{jealous? it's okay, most people are}

uh-nu-na-nu-nah.

one word to sum up this labor day weekend?

successful.