Exercise... psh!

Due to the fact that January is nearing its end and I still have yet to come up with some serious New Year's resolutions, I thought to myself this weekend that I might get started with a new exercise regime. This would include walking briskly to and from the HC, to and from classes, and last, but definitely not least, bringing up an exercise ball from home. You heard me: an exercise ball. Now, I had plans in store for this "Glory Ball" (which is what I've decided to call it). It would help me strengthen my "core" just by sitting on it and "promote a healthier lifestyle." In short, this ball represented the fact that all my dreams were about to come true. Boy did they ever!

After a half-hour-long contest of who could balance themselves longest on the Glory Ball, I came out the winner with approximately 37 seconds. Michelle came in second with a whopping 23 seconds. Not only have we learned that we are super-coordinated, but we came to this inevitable conclusion: Brooke + Michelle + The Glory Ball = Super Cutsie Pootsie! So I decided we must continue our endeavors of being constantly picture happy and have yet another photo shoot! Now you, our awaiting public, can revel in the fruits of our labors... Enjoy!

Now that that's out of the way, I would like to personally apologize to everyone out there for not updating my blog in so long... I've just been so... um... busy. Yeah, that's it: BUSY. You will obviously be able to tell from all the pictures I'm about to share with you all that this is NOT a LIE!!! So here is the week-long update you've all been dying to see!

As you can probably tell, Jess and I are just finishing up our gorging session in which we ate vast quantities of Twizzlers Bits (which were quite delicious if you must know the truth)!!


The picture on the left features Jess doing an act of service so noble and true that she deserves a Gold Star! Way to go for wiping my car free of snow!! The picture on the right features my new stylish hair cut (That's five inches of hair missing, people!!) and my drunk-looking demeanor. Let me know which is more appealing... LOL.


This last picture is a bittersweet one: Our dear friend Prince Eric is leaving at long last on Wednesday morning for the MTC where he will prepare to serve the people of Guatemala for the next two years as Elder Pedersen. I know we will all miss him a lot... Muchos tears...

But DON'T BE SAD! DON'T BE SAD... Because I really like my smile in this one! Tee hee!

Les Filles Françaises

Bonjour! Je m'appelle Brooksie Poo! J'aime ma soeur Whitney, et ceux-ci sont des photos de nous Dimanche. (What's sad is that I needed a translator just to say this much!)

Je porte mon béret vert! Je pense je suis tres belle avec le béret.
Que pensez-vous ?

Walkin' in a Winter Wonderland

These past 48 hours here in Salt Lake City, Utah have yielded an abundance of white, powdery condensation commonly known as snow. Now here's the strange part: I'm torn between bitterness and adoration for all this blasted precipitation!! First, I'll provide valid reasons for my differing opinions. Then YOU, all my faithful readers, can offer me advice as to which opinion I should take upon myself for the duration of this snowy period.

Option Numero Uno: Bitterness

I'm sure everyone here has heard the song "I'm Dreamin' of a White Christmas," so I'll spare you a particularly drawn out rendition. But just tell me, did Mother Earth ever hear that song? And if she did, why doesn't she feel the same? Doesn't she dream of beautiful hills of snow in your front yard... icicles hanging off your front porch... fluffly white flakes descending from the heavens on Christmas Eve? Because I darn well do! And frankly, this year she did not represent that dream for me or any others in Utah who were hoping for the same. Instead, she took a lovely vacation back to September!

Now, I can deal with no snow on Christmas... it's a common occurence in Utah, as I'm sure you've all noticed. But what gets me... what REALLY gets me is that the DAY I return to school-- the day I have to leave the comfort of my home and walk unsheltered across campus-- she brings back the cold. And snow. And ice. It's the winter wonderland I wanted, oh, say four weeks ago! But now? So I'm a little bitter. No snow on Christmas= upset Brookie. Walking in snow and getting my pants soaked up to the thigh= upset Brookie. Snow falling on my hair that makes it frizz like your grandmother's wig= upset Brookie. Basically, I'm pretty upset.

Option Number Two: Adoration

I love the snow! I love playing in it, looking at it, and even smelling it!! I love how it falls so delicately on the ground and the trees, and I love seeing how it makes everything look like some holiday greeting card or frosted gingerbread house from my childhood dreams! I absolutely adore the snow!

Obviously, this option of adoration is a little more simple in nature. But do you see where I'm coming from?! Surely many of you must feel the same! So let me know what you think! And since I can't think on my own, let me know what belief I should pick for myself. And while you're at it, gimme a cup 'o cocoa! Mmmmmm....

By the way, these are pictures I just took of the snow-covered outside world. I can see both trees from my window! Tee hee!

Desk This!!!

My latest research into this desk phenomenon has indicated startling new evidence!!

No, wait... Let me start at the very beginning, for it is a very good place to start. This begins with the story of a girl and her camera-- that girl is me, and that camera is, well, my camera. His name is Billy. But enough about him. This is a story about how taking pictures made her realize how much more there is to the world than just eating, sleeping, and studying... as enjoyable as those tasks may be...

One day, say last Friday, this girl discovered her desk. Now obviously her desk has been with her for at least this past semester; it stands as the fairgrounds for the constant web-surfing safaris and occasional studying that occur. But through the rose-colored lense of her camera, she discovered something: her desk was a phenomemon!! She had not only been sitting there, but growing there in a sense. She truly saw her desk as a whole, and it was beautiful.


And then, because she is always looking for "the edge" in her documentaries (a.k.a. Blogs), she discovered one more piece to the puzzle!! Not only was the desk beautiful, but it was a branch of herself! Furthermore, she found this true for everyone around her as well! We'll use the example of her roommate... and we'll call her M. Campbell to be safe... no, wait... Michelle C. So anyways, this "Michelle's" desk was always cluttered to the fullest. An everlasting tornado must have brewed constantly over it's faux wooden finish. And again, through the lense of her faithful camera, she captured the proof: Michelle was indeed crazy.

iPod Nano

Keeping with the tradition of the past few days, I am posting yet a few more videos to entertain you all. One video is a commercial for the iPod Nano. The other is for another Apple product that's... umm... well, I wouldn't use it. See if you can tell which is which! Enjoy!

Taco Town

UPDATE: A little after I posted the SNL Chronicles of Narnia rap, I stumbled across another gem. It's titled "Taco Town," and it too is a beautiful parody to be shared with the world!

The Chronic-what-cles of Narnia

This is just too good to not be seen by the world.

The REAL Numa Numa

I would just love to share this lovely tid-bit of Dutch hotness with you all. Now sit back and enjoy the REAL version of our favorite song "Dragostea Din Tei" by O-Zone, also known as "The Numa Numa Song." See if you can spot Freddy Krueger, two giant speakers, a flying Santa Clause, and several cartoonish-looking body-builders!

UPDATE: You now have to push play in order to watch the video... I turned off the autostart so it wouldn't interfere with my Chronicles of Narnia post.

You Have Been Chosen

Hey all my peeps! I found the best website that has the best little "Island" schpiel. Well actually I think it is the official movie website. But still, you should all check it out here. Then be sure to click on "Spin and Win." And remember... everyone gets to win. Your time will come!!

Sincerely,

Brooke Four Delta

Saltines: Friend or Foe?

Last night after getting home from Jorsica's maison, I found myself to be quite awake. I did not want to go to bed if I could at all help it. I then proceeded to watch the entire movie Alex and Emma which did not thrill me in the slightest... sorry to say it, Luke Wilson, but that movie was BORING. And kind of weird. So anyways, while I was watching the movie, my brain cells simply were not being motivated into any kind of action, but I still simply was not up to going to bed at the time. I thought to myself, "Self, what kind of action can I engage myself in which will keep me at least interested in what is going on in this room around me?" It doesn't really make sense at all, but the conclusion I came to was to find something to eat as soon as possible. Looking around me, I saw my sister working arduously on her Diversity project for Miss Pratt, a half-empty (or half-full?) can of Rootbeer, all my junk in my window sill... and amazingly enough, an entire package of saltine crackers. Now THAT would do the trick. In a matter of minutes, I had consumed every last bit of dry cracker and salt in that plastic wrapping. Suddenly, I realized something was very wrong with my mouth... I fear the powerful saltiness of that super salty salt on those saltines has burned off all my tastebuds. ALL OF THEM.

This morning at breakfast when I tried eating some frosted mini wheats, I realized it was true. I simply could not taste the frosty side at all except on the very outer limits of my tongue area. Woe is me.

The moral of this story: Saltines are not to be eaten in large massive quantities late at night while watching a frightfully boring movie. Or at any other time... unless you have a delicious bowl of soup before you just begging to be inundated with crumbled up saltine crackers.