Getting to know the unknown

Ok so as you all probably know, there is this insta tag thing going on. And I was not going to participate, but then I thought why not. So I did. However, lucky for all of you, you not only get those five, but also another extra five! Oookkay

Número uno: I've never kissed anyone! (Proud of it thank you)
#2: I've never watched a scary movie in my life.
#3: I have a bad habit of not telling anyone when anything is wrong.
#4: I hate it when girls act stupid and fake... Like come one now, lets be real.
#5: I cannot stand liars!! If you don't think I deserve the truth, you definitely don't deserve my trust.
#6: I HATE it when someone's feet touch mine or me in anyway. It disgusts me.
#7: I don't have a favorite eye color, but I'm a sucker for gorgeous eyes and smiles!
#8: I don't like being clung too. If you treat me right I will stay in your life, no need to copy my every move and cling to me like its the end of the world. That day has supposedly come and gone.
#9: I absolutely love Thai food!
#10: I always have secret dance parties in my room.... Like on the daily... Just saying.

Alright!!! That's me! Feel free to send me any fun facts about you!

xoxo
 
  -Bri

He had a dream so that I could have mine.

Alright, so first things first! It's Martin Luther King Day! He really is one of my heroes. I think everything he did was absolutely amazing. So I would like to share my favorite part of his "I Have A Dream" speech.

"I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
 Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"


The parts that are bolded are my favorite parts. This speech really does mean a lot to me. Because Martin Luther King took a stand and followed his dream, I have the freedom to follow mine. I have the freedom to sing as I please. I am free to write the songs of my heart and soul. I am free to have the best friends I do. I am free to go where I please. I am free to walk through the front doors of restaurants, to sit at the front of a bus, and to drink out of the same water fountain as my peers. The last words of his speech are in every way true. "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

 I hope every one of you will follow your dreams. It is an important part of life and an opportunity many may not have. Much love, roses and daisies! 

xoxo

  -Bri

A Drop In The Ocean

Lezbehonest..... last night I finally watched Pitch Perfect!!! Thanks to by two fabulous best friends Rilie and Rikkell! I loved it. It easily could have been one of the funniest movies I've ever seen! Anyway, here in Utah it is freezing. I'm talking like single digit sometimes negative digit kind of weather. I hate it. I'm fine with the snow, but since when does it get this cold here!!? Oh wait... it doesn't! I don't know why it is now! So the lake is frozen solid, and my friend Kayla Dorman and I decided to shoot a video down on the lake..... ya.... bad idea. It was 9 degrees and we thought we were going to freeze to death. Nevertheless, we got the video done, and now all of you lovelies can watch it!!! So here is a link to my cover of A Drop In The Ocean by Ron Pope.
Enjoy!!

xoxo

  -Bri 

In The End

Since I've been at home, in my room, sick for the past two days, I've had a lot of time for thinking.

Well I guess I wouldn't necessarily say a lot (thanks to Gossip Girl) but quite a bit.

As I looked back over the years, I realized something.

The friends I lost taught me so much. They taught me how to loose someone's trust. They taught me how to stretch the truth just enough to get by. They taught me how to sacrifice others' well being for my own benefit. They taught me how to loose myself.

However, I also learned a lot from the friends who have stuck with me. I learned to serve. I learned how to be kind. I learned that no matter what a true friend is the one that will always be there for you.

I learned how to be a true friend. I learned to focus on others needs rather than my own. I also learned that personal appearance may not be the most important thing in the world. However, inner appearance very well may be.

Because in the end, it's not about how many followers you have on instagram or twitter. Or how many subscribers you have on youtube.

It's not about how many parties you can get invited to in one night, or how many hearts you can twist.

In the end, it's about how many lives you made better, how many tears you dried, and how many times you were honest when it would have been so much easier to lie.

In the end it won't matter if you have a billion fake friends. All that will matter is if you were a true friend to someone else.


xoxo

  -Bri