"Just because something doesn’t last forever, doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth your while."

Sometimes, Becca sends me links.
And then I sit and procrastinate.

Sometimes they're just to make me laugh.
Inside jokes and the like.

But sometimes they make me think about life.
The good.
The bad.
The ugly.

But mostly, they make me realize what a lucky girl I am to be living this life - MY LIFE.

Check out this one. 

Roommate Moments #7

H and I are so funny.

H: He's an unenthusiastic texter. I'll still give him a chance but it's defs been noted.
B: That has got to go. And he better start picking up the sarcasm.
H: I mean, do you know how enthusiastic I would be to go on a date with me? Practically peeing myself.

H: Oh gosh. #3103 status all the way.

Yeah, we know how funny we are that our first thoughts are posting our conversations for the world to see.

PS. H, when you read this, can you send me/post out pics from the last few days? Kthanksbye.

Tuesday Night Letters

Yeah, I decided to do it again. But I didn't get them done last night. And I've pretty much lost all motivation to do anything right now so here I am blogging. Obviously.

Dear Chipman Chunkers,
CLEAN UP YOUR CRAP. I thought I made it clear ya'll needed to stop cooking in the last letter. But if you insist, could you please at least do your own dishes. That mac n' cheese is going to be so gross three days from now when you finally decide to wash it out. Not to mention the fact that it is a communal kitchen and when I have the urge to, oh I don't know, make some cookies for FHE, I don't want to have to feel like I need to deep clean myself and the kitchen after cooking.

Dear Elder Lichtenberg,
I'm so glad that I got to see you before you left. You're the best and have helped me through so much this past semester. I'll see you in two years!
PS. I forgot the camera. Luckily I have the best roommate ever who remembers these things.

Dear Friends,
I love you and that is the only reason why I allow you to make jokes at my expense. Just remember that.

Dear Roomie,
We're the best. Need I say more?

Dear Econ Book,
You are so boring. I don't like you. You steal the little bit of sunshine out of my soul at 1 am. Why do you hate me? Treat others as you wanted to be treated.

Dear High School,
I don't miss you.

Dear Math,
I don't miss you either.

Dear Hobos,
I have a newfound respect for you. Your life choice is looking more and more promising everyday.

Dear Weather,
Thank you for being so cooperative for this California girl. I really do love and appreciate it. (But seriously).

Dear College,
You are completely and totally the epitome of a love/hate relationship. You'd be a whole lot better if you lost the whole school part and focused on the social aspect. A lot more people would love you if that were the case. But for now you're stuck with me.

Dear Scholarship Funders,
Thanks for paying my tuition so that I can sit here and whine about it. Truly, you're the best.

Dear Life,
Thanks for this journey. It's one heck of a ride.


Love,
Brittani

Random Email from Jason K

I so miss him. Still waiting on that letter, Jason....

I have these really awesome people in my life like... {five}

Axel

Is leaving on his mission in exactly a week. Can you believe that?? And then he'll be gone, serving the Lord in Ukraine for two years (after a brief training period in the MTC). 

I've been thinking a lot lately about how people come into our lives. Some times it's slyly. Other times it's pretty obvious right away that the person you just introduced yourself to for the first time is going to become one of your best friends and one of the most influential people in your life.

Axel and I met because we signed up for the same Writing 150 class. Thank goodness we did. So naturally at BYU they set up groups for Freshman based on class enrollment. That led us here:

My first friends at school! Olivia and Axel. I think I hit the jackpot with that one. 

 And then to hanging out/ditching NSO so that we could find our classes and make up ridiculous names for the building acronyms and laugh so hard it hurts while I'm huffing and puffing from the altitude change.

Can we just take a moment to appreciate how FREAKING ALBINO I AM IN THIS PICTURE?? Okay so the story behind this: Axel always covers his mouth when he laughs so obviously Liv and I make fun of him. Haha

Somehow we end up sitting outside late one night, and Axel stops random guys and asks them to do a model walk off and then he rates them. I must say, the kid is spot on. Kudos, Axel.

 And then, we stayed out late one night (like 4am) in probably September or October (when there WASN'T SNOW, good ol' days) while he and Jaron were sick. And then they get me sick with their fetching blankets. Yeah guys, I remember that, and yes, I'm still bitter. PS that blanket mummy is me.

But I knew we were good friends when we watched Little Mermaid together. And he let me sing all the songs along with it. And didn't get annoyed (surprise, guys, he has the soundtrack on his phone and makes fun of ME because I can act out the whole movie). And obviously let me embarrass the crap out of him when I called him out for cuddling with his lady friend. Way to use my movie night as a way to meet hot babes, Axel. 

Anyway, that was the last picture we took. Because we're both idiots and didn't take one before I said good-bye at the end of the semester. He and all his roommates are some of the sweetest boys I know and they contributed to a lot of the positives during the sucky times last semester. 

He better be ready for the best hand shake of his life when he comes here next week and I get to see him for like .465 seconds before he leaves for two years. And hope that we don't forget the camera this time. 

Monday Night Letters

I've seen this on a couple blogs, and it looks like fun. Maybe it'll become a regular thing? Maybe not. #toomainstream #likehashtags

Dear Ladies of Chipman Hall,
Please stop trying to cook in the basement. There's a reason why you live here and you are stinking up the whole building.

Dear Poetry,
You're really just creepy and cryptic. Just come out and say it! Isn't that what all the magazines say to do anyway?

Dear Professor Kearl,
Stop being so crazy. You overcomplicated your class so much!

Dear Anatomy TAs,
Thanks for screwing me over. But thank you more for showing me that I need to step up my game. Thanks for supporting me and truly caring about my learning. It reminds me of home and that makes me comfortable and confident that I really can conquer this class.

Dear 3103,
We nap too much. Luckily we have so much beauty up in this room I feel like sleeping gives some of the other girls a chance. (And so much humility, too.)

Dear Mickey,
Can I come live with you and Minnie in Disneyland? I'm sorry I left so quickly last time. I really do miss you.

Dear Helen Keller*,
Thanks for trying to solve my BYU dating problems. And putting a smile on my face today.

Dear J,
Thanks for listening. It means more than you'll ever know.

Dear K, A, and L,
You're the best things that have ever happened to me. SO BLESSED. I'd kill/castrate with a fork anyone who tried to hurt you. Don't ever leave because I love you so much!

Dear Treehouse,
You have made me me and I love you, the memories, and the people who have been placed in my life because of you the last 8 years. Thanks for letting me have a few of them here with me.

Dear Bulldogs,
You taught me to value myself better than almost anyone. I love you all and I miss you and think of you every single day. Thank you for your love and most of all, the jokes. You changed my life for the BEST and I pray for your successes. I can't wait to see you all this summer.

Dear Family,
You're the best. Do I need to say more? I mean I'm sure I could write something cheesy and cliché all in movie quotes, but I think I'll save those reading this from trying to decipher it.

Dear Heavenly Father,
Thank you for this life. For the beautiful views around me. For all the people, experiences, and challenges placed before me. Thank you for every moment I have to prove myself to you. Thank you for change. Thank you for perspective. And thank you for being there, every step of the way.


All my love,

Brittani

*(DISCLAIMER: This is an alias)