you know that life-altering (LIFE! ALTERING!) moment when you hear your own voice on a recording? and you think to yourself THAT CAN’T BE ME! MY VOICE IS NOT THAT HIGH! SINCE WHEN?! (can anyone relate? please say yes…?)
i experienced those exact (well, not EXACT) same feelings today when i looked through my memory card and saw these pictures that paige had snapped of me and jeff at slab pizza (SUGGEST! SUGGEST!) when they were in town. what am i doing with my face? since when am i so animated? where did i come from?! (and, slightly related, WHY did i get my bangs cut at a hair school?!)

cringing, cringing, laughing, cringing. why? why?!

after-thoughts: did this post have a slight (or very strong!) undertone of narcissism? i’m aware. also maybe i’m digging for some compliments here: “brooke, you look great being animated!” “you guys are so cute!”  “you are unseasonably tan! it must be natural! not fake! totally not obvious!” it’s whatever…


for the love of…

i’ve decided i am four years old. or 13% disgusting. or unnaturally motivated by food, fountain drinks, and retail stores. i have an obscenely busy day today (…studying! midterm! classes! work! kapow!) and was dreading, dreading, dreading it last night. but then! but then i decided to seek motivation–the thought of a good grade on the test and making money just wasn’t enough. i told myself that if i woke up on time and studied in the morning, i could go get a mcdonald’s oatmeal and diet coke and if i completed my day unscathed, i could make a target run! and wander around longer than usual! maybe even try on some shoes?

am i four years old? or just really pathetic? ha. either way, it’s 8:15 a.m. and i have my diet coke and oatmeal in hand and i am just jazzed about the long day ahead. also i am listening to dixie chicks on repeat and yes, ‘cowboy take me away’ is just as good after the seventh time. best day ever? i submit yes!

let’s talk trash: the bachelor.

do you watch the bachelor? please tell me you watch the bachelor?

please tell me you about cringed from awkwardness when rachel cood at ben “i like how you’ve got that little wink” and then ben replied “…i’m just squinting.”

and please tell me you died a bit over ben and his hair. i want that center part to burst into flames! right now!

and please tell me that you at least giggle snorted a little when the red-headed jennifer said that she thought the rain was “soooo sexy” …what?  stop it, ginger face!

and also that you got a little nervous when utah monica (and her large boobs) pounced on the opportunity to be emily’s protector (her lesbian-like tendencies from episode one are back, people!)(bless her, though!).

but most of all, please tell me that you thought that courtney the model was crazy sauce last night. or, tell me that you always had thought she was crazy sauce but now it is confirmed. and tell me that you think she is suffering from a fatty case of mild retardation too? (too far?)

“winning, emily. winning.”

read a play-by-play summary here.