this is my life

so, i'm speaking in church this sunday.
if you don't come, i'll make you cookies.

also, i was just informed by the piece of paper hanging on grandma and grandpa's fridge, that i'm having an open house on the 27th.

i don't know how i feel about this, for a number of reasons.

1. i'm not a fan of large social gatherings in my honor.
2. i'm not a fan of large social gatherings.
3. it's my last sunday here, and i'd like to spend it with people i really like, doing whatever i darn well please--not being a good hostess.
4. i was informed that this was all happening by a piece of paper that is hanging on the fridge, that turned out to be an email that my mom sent to everyone, so i'm literally the last one to know.
5. i really should get over my hatred of lists with only four things, because i seem to make them more than any other length of list.

besides that...

i participated in my first ever tim tam slam tonight. it was fun. tim tams are delicious, but i'm not really a fan of things that i need to eat fast, so i'm not sure if i'd have my own tim tam slam. i think i'd still go to them, but it's nothing i'd ever initiate.

season five of the office is amazing.

boys are frustrating.

i helped vanessa paint her room. the primer has still not come off of me. favorite david said it's because a wizard sneezed in the primer, so now it's magical.

lissa has changed her favorite color to black, but i'm pretty sure that either cameron or i had dibs on that many years ago.

i have mosquito bites everywhere, and i got them all on one night, when i was talking to daniel, except for 2 of them. the funniest thing is that the 2 i didn't get while i was talking to him, have matches on him: i have one on my left knee, and so does he; i have one on my right hand, and he has one in almost the exact same spot. that's why we're best friends. : )

i'm leaving in two weeks.

crap.

totes crap.

Dear Daniel

296.

Love,
Brigette

just wondering... (pg-13)

If we started calling someone who was being a poop face a “mute donkey” instead of a “dumb ass,” how would people react?

I predict anarchy.

welcome to my brain.

Lighting design in theatre is an amazing thing. The lights can convey as much information and add as much to a play as music can, if done correctly. Different lighting effects can be used to establish the setting, emotion and main points of a scene. They can add humor or point things out to the audience that the average person might not notice without the help of a lighting designer highlighting it.
One of a lighting designer’s jobs is to do just that: highlight. Light is something that people naturally look toward, so by lighting something insignificant, the lighting designer might be able to trick the audience into believing that it is something important (which, admittedly, would be really funny).
Sorry, let’s refocus.
People look to light. When you’re in a house, and only one light is on, that is where you will probably go. We all mock the little bugs that all just go toward the light, even though their lives may be at stake, but, honestly, who hasn’t tried to “get a seven on the sun stare?” We are drawn toward light.
Let’s go metaphoric now.
Why do so many people wander in darkness, when light is what we so clearly desire? Some of them are in darkness because fate dealt them a lousy hand this time around, but some of them are there because they chose to be.
The way I see it, there is little we can do to actually help those who choose to be in darkness. When you’re in a dark room and someone turns on a light, you are probably not very happy with that person. If someone is in darkness in his or her life, and someone tries to force light onto them, there is going to be some bad stuff happening, maybe a shoe-throwing fight or something, I don’t know. Consider, however, just letting your light be it’s natural brightness. You aren’t forcing anyone to stare at it, but they will end up being drawn to it eventually. And if they lose you, they will remember that light, and how much easier it made their lives, and they will eventually seek to find their way out of the darkness. Forcing anything onto anyone will only result in calamity, but by merely being who you are—or better yet: who you hope to become—you will be infinitely helpful in their lives and you can know that you helped them find their own light.
Now, the people who are in darkness just because they know nothing else, that’s a whole different problem. Their eyes have gotten used to the darkness, because there is simply no light around them. They do not know what they’re missing, because they’ve never seen anything besides darkness. Again, we cannot just show up in their lives and force light on them. Their eyes that are so accustomed to the dark will not respond kindly to that. All we can do is hope that a little glimmer of the light that we have will be bright enough that when we pass by them from a distance, they will notice that something is different. We just have to hope that they recognize that they want to reach that light and happiness, and then do everything in their power to reach for it until someone who has it is able to help them establish their own light so that it will be able to grow and light their way and the paths of others’.



I don’t know where exactly this came from. My brain was just thinking about stage lighting and how cool it is that most people look exactly where they're supposed to be looking based on what part of the stage is the most lit. Then this happened. I don’t know if it is coherent, and I haven’t proofread it at all, but I think I need to go to bed, since Ryan is going to be awake soon and he’s going to pester me about being up too late.
Maybe I’ll edit it later. Maybe not. Probably not. We’ll see though. Goodnight!

it's a secret code. :-D

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Help, Please?

I'm looking for a few ice-cream machines to use for a FHE activity. I'm not sure I'm going to do it, but I'm thinking about having the members of my ward who actually come to FHE break into a few groups and make whatever kinds of ice cream they want (that I have the stuff for), and they'll just be playing games and socializing while it's becoming ice cream, then while they're eating it.

The activity (if I do actually decide this is what I want to do) will be August 10th, so I'd probably want to gather the machines on Saturday the 8th, and I'd bring them back the following Tuesday or Wednesday.

Let me know what you think of the activity itself, and if you have a machine I can steal for a few days.

Please and Thank you!

Wonder of Wonders!

I was “doot-de-doo”-ing a song from a musical last night, and nobody could figure out what it was. Darci, Brandon and Mom all started doot-de-doo-ing it too, and Mom even figured out that the last word in the phrases was “America,” but she couldn’t figure out the rest of the words, and still had no idea what song it was, let alone what musical it came from.

They kept working on this song, while I moved on to like three others. They worked tirelessly, and still couldn’t figure out what show it was. Now, all of them claim to be well-acquainted with theatre, and this is a really old, well-known show, so it was amusing me just to watch them squirm in their ignorance.

Then, something miraculous happened. Dad said, “Guys, isn’t it from West Side Story?”

OH MY GOODNESS!!

My father hates basically everything about musical theatre; he has absolutely NO interest in watching, listening to, or hearing about anything that even remotely relates to the stage. This made his correct diagnosis of the song that the rest of the family had been stuck on for so long all the sweeter.

Darci and Brandon, naturally, started making excuses to attempt to explain why they didn’t know it, but everything they said (things like “I’ve never seen that show,” and “I’ve only seen the movie”), I came back at with the same things. Except that I’ve never even seen the movie. I’ve tried watching it several times, but I never get very far before I leave the room. Also, Darci had just watched Web Site Story, so she really, really had no excuse.

Dad surprised everyone with his superior knowledge of theatre, and I completely stumped Mom, Darci and Brandon.

It was a wonderful day.