Oh... Fudge....

Now, my good people.

I have a secret.

Sometimes...

I say curse words.

I know what you're thinking,

"Not Brittany! She's too small and adorable!"

Well, I'm totally with you on the adorable part, 

but unfortunately... you're wrong.

It's not all the time, 

but when I get hurt, or very angry, or when I'm at Lagoon

sometimes they slip out.

One such time happened last week.

I was at Swing Club, I had been dancing my little ginger heart out and decided to take a break and sit down for a little bit.

I was sitting on the floor, and the club is held in a dance studio room so there's a bar halfway up the wall and my head was right underneath it.

My friend Patrick asked me to dance, and without thinking I jumped up to dance and ended up smacking my head

really, really hard on that stupid bar.

Now, not that smacking my head wasn't painful and embarrassing enough; but at that exact second, the song playing ended and so in that three second pause of silence, the entire swing club heard me yell out a curse word. 

That's right

I didn't just say a swear

I yelled it

pretty loud.

And, I totally would have been embarrassed about it, but I've kind of become immune to embarrassment, and also my head really hurt. 

So there you have it

my guilty confession.

Judge me if you will, 

but I don't really care what you think about me. 

So, you know. 

Whatevs. 

How Lumberjacks Ruined My Life

I love Logan, 

I especially love Fall in Logan. 

I love how many trees there are here, and when they begin changing colors the whole city looks like a kaleidoscope of oranges and reds.

There is one particular spot where the trees are especially beautiful, this spot was my favorite place in Logan until two days ago.

Right behind my apartment, there is this adorable little canal. It's not very big, but it's beautiful and I love it.

All along the canal, on either side are these big beautiful trees, and they all lean in towards each other and make a tree-tunnel. When you're looking down the canal, and all the trees are reflecting in the water, and it's just nature and just beautiful; you feel like everything is ok with the world. 

Yes, bad things are happening other places, there are wars and starving lonely people; but right here- right in this spot.

Everything is peaceful 

and beautiful

and right.

For me it was kind of a magical place.

And then Monday, I woke up to an awful sound.

A horrid sawing, screeching sound.

I looked out the window

and found to my horror

that a group of lumberjack men were cutting down my trees.

Now,Monday was just not a good day for me. I had a really crappy cold, I was going through a lot of emotional turmoil, I was out of Dr. Pepper- and now they were cutting down my trees?

They were ruining my favorite spot!

I'm not going to lie, 

I cried.

Maybe it's just because I'm a weird hippie, 

but I get really attached to trees

and watching these ones get cut down, especially since I loved them so much- it broke my heart a little bit.

I walked past the canal when they were finished

and I was pretty devastated.

With the trees and the beautiful colors of their leaves gone, 

everything was just brown and dead looking.

The beautiful little canal was now sad and naked. 

Like a mountain after a forest fire, or those little starving African children. 

My favorite place in the whole city is now just a dingy little puddle, all the magic that was there before is lost.

I don't know why the trees had to go,

but I hope that the men cutting them down were at least a little sad while they did it. 

I hope they understood what they were ruining.

I hope they cared.

The End.

Liebster!

So, my BFFFFFFFFF Lara Jean from 

The New World 

nominated me for a  LIEBSTER AWARD!

I thought a Liebster was the way people with fun accents say Lobster, but apparently it's an award for blogs with under 200 followers. 

My li'l blog has never been nominated for anything before! 

So this is perty exciting!

According to the Liebster Lawbook I now have to:

• Tell you 11 things about myself
• Answer 11 question from the person who nominated me
• Make up 11 questions for 11 blogs that I will nominate

I wonder why it's 11 things and not 10. 

Maybe because it's November

Or something.

Anywhooooooooooooooo

Here goes.

{things about me}

1.  My second toe is longer than my big toe
2.  My favorite person in The Avengers is Loki
3.  I can do this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xcuixdq6h1g
4.   Over the summer, I spent most of my time as the train driver at Lagoon and I loved it. I got to wear cute overalls and spend all day looking at tigers and antelope and other animals like such as.
5. My feet have never left American soil except for when they're on American sidewalk or when I jump really high.
6. When I was 8, my grandparents took me to the circus and they made me kiss a clown. He was crying and smiling at the same time and that really freaked me out. I don't know if I've ever recovered...
7. I really really really really really really love elephants.
8. I had my first boyfriend in kindergarten. His name was Gentry. When we played Star Wars at recess all the other boys wanted to be Luke, but he wanted to be Han Solo. I loved him. He knew.
9. I've always been terrified of Furbys
10. My favorite band is currently Steam Powered Giraffe. They are a steampunk group that pretend to be animatronic robots. I'm not even making this up. They're tote's legit.
11. My favorite band used to be Alestorm. A Scottish metal band that only sings about pirates. I'm not making these guys up either. My favorite songs are Keelhauled and Nancy the Tavern Wench.

Now I get to answer Lara Jean's questions!

1. Favorite time of day?- Not morning. 
2. What's the best popsicle? (POPSICLE not ice cream)- The kind that are patriotic colored and shaped like rockets. Merica. 
3. If you could travel anywhere, where would it be and why?- Somewhere in Africa where I could be warm, feed hungry people, and ride an elephant.
4. What inspires you to blog? Well, at first it was to keep in touch with my bff's Jackie and Lara, but after a while I found out that other people were reading it and that they liked it. So now, I blog for my friends and my followers and I try to tell them things that will make them laugh. I just like making people happy.
5. What is your dream pet? A hedgehog. I love hedgehogs. I'm studying elementary education, and when I graduate and have my own classroom I'm going to have a pet hedgehog named Benedict Martin.
6. What is your passion? I love a lot of things, but I guess my biggest passion right now is for Big Band Swing dancing. I've been doing it for almost three years now, and I just can't get enough of it. It's my favorite.
7. Who is your cellphone service provider? T-mobile. I think the T stands for Terrence, but don't quote me on that.
8. What is your biggest pet peeve? Snooki.
9. What is Your favorite perfume scent? Victoria's Secret Beauty Rush "Honeydo" scent. I don't think they even make it anymore, but holy poop on toast it smells like spring and summer and sunshine and melons. 
10. Something you've always wanted to learn? To break dance. 
11. Who's your very best friend? I'm super lucky because I have so many great friends. I have my sisters, and then I have Lara Jean, Jacqueline Loveland, Haydn Owens, and more great friends than I can count. 

So. That's it for me.

My Liebster moment of fame.

Now it's your turn!

I'm supposed to pick 11 blogs and nominate them for a Liebster, but I honestly can't name 11 blogs so I'm opening this up to anybody! 

Here's my 11 questions to you!

1. What flavor of jam is your favorite?
2. If you were given the chance to either attend Hogwarts or Star Fleet Academy what would you choose?
3. Who would win in a fight, Liam Neeson or Chuck Norris?
4. What is your favorite song?
5. What is you favorite part of Disneyland?
6. On a scale of 1 to Betty Crocker, how good of a cook are you?
7. What is your favorite book and why?
8. Summarize yourself in five words
9.  Name three things that frighten you?
10. How good are you at karate?
11. What is your favorite thing about blogging?

I don't really know what the point of the Liebster thing is, I don't know if there's an actual "prize" or anything- but answering questions is always fun! 

 

If you guys ever have questions for me, or have something specific you want me to write about just let me know. I'm always looking for ideas!

Happy Halloween you guys!!

The End

My Apologies Mr. Dafoe

I try not to be a judgmental person.

Try being the key word in that sentence.

I do judge people.

I judge people that say "I seen" instead of "I saw"

I judge people that wear tights as pants

(jeggings are ok. tights are NOT OK)

I judge people who shave their dogs and then buy them sweaters.

And I judge Willem Dafoe's face.

It just doesn't make sense

and it creeps me out.

I feel really bad that I judge Willem Dafoe.

He's a great actor, and he's never done anything to offend me.

Ever.

But there's just something about his face 

that just makes me uncomfortable.

Maybe it's his abnormally protrusive jaw,

maybe it's his crazy cheekbones,

or maybe it's how his eyes kind of bug out all the time.

I really don't know what my problem is.

But his face doesn't make any sense. 

It's like the top of his head is normal, but then he has the jaw and mouth of a giant man just shoved onto the bottom half of his face. 

And he always looks like he's secretly plotting your death.

When he's angry

When he's happy

When he look sideways

And especially when he looks like this

That face isn't normal.

Not even a little bit.

And I feel like an awful person for disliking him based solely on his face, but I just can't help it!

HIS FACE IS JUST SO WEIRD!

It's like when you see a car crash, and you're horrified, and shocked, but you just can't look away. 

You're sucked in

and you can't escape.

And even after it's gone, after you drive past the smashed up cars and continue on your way, you know it's still there.

Willem Dafoe's face

is always there.

Am I an awful person?

Maybe I am.

Maybe Willem Dafoe is actually the coolest person in the world, and we were supposed to be BFF's and go shopping and to the zoo together and now we can't because I'm weird and shallow.

I'm sorry Willem.
I'm sorry I don't want to go to the zoo with you because your face is weird and also because you're an old man.

But I guess that's just the way it has to be.

The End

My Shoe-marang

I, being a female, suffer from a very serious dilemma.

I get too attached to my shoes.

I fall in love with them at the store,
and then once they're mine they go everywhere I go
they take part in all my adventures.
They say you can't judge a man until you've walked a mile in their shoes because only shoes know exactly where you've been and what you've been through because your shoes have been there with you.

I have one pair of shoes that over the past few years have gone many places with me.

The Hunger Games premiere

The Festival of Colors

And they've taken me on adventures from Ogden to Iowa.

We've been through a lot these shoes and me.

This last weekend, I was headed home and I had these shoes balanced fairly precariously on top of my embarrassingly large pile of laundry. I carried everything down the stairs and out to my friend's car, and somewhere between my apartment and my parent's house in Ogden one of the shoes was AWOL.

I was very distressed; these shoes were my friends and for one of them to just be gone? It was very sad indeed. 

 I figured that my shoe had fallen out of the car somewhere, and that it could be anywhere from Logan to Ogden, and who could know if I would ever see it again.

I came back to Logan with a lonely shoe and a heavy heart. My neighbors came over and I explained to them my sorrow over my loss. One of them, said jokingly to the other, 

"I bet it's that shoe we saw outside on our way home from church!"

I inquired about this shoe and they informed me that there was a lone shoe that had been residing on the grass outside our apartment building all weekend. I asked what kind of shoe it was, but seeing as they were boys they could offer me no information other than that the shoe was brown. 

Since even that meager description somewhat matched my missing shoe, I started to hope. I asked them if they could go down and get it for me, since they knew where it was. One of them went down, and when he returned

He was holding my lost shoe.

It was a sweet reunion.

My shoe was a little worse for wear, it had fallen out in the parking lot and looked like it might have been run over by a car once or twice, but I thought it had never looked better.

It felt like one of those moments in those awful "Incredible Journey" movies where the ragtag band of animals that have just conquered the great outdoors and defied certain death finally step on top of the hill and they're all backlit by the sun and their family sees them but can't believe their eyes because according to all reason these animals should be dead but they aren't because that would have been a horribly depressing movie.

Imagine that.

But with a shoe.

My shoe conquered the wilderness, and against all odds made it home safely.

It is now dubbed my shoe-marang.

The End

The Eye-Contact Tango

As I said in my last post, I have been back at Utah State for a little over a month now; being back on campus has reintroduced me to many unspoken rituals that the students here all participate in. There are many of these rituals, but my favorite one is what I have come to call the

Eye Contact Tango

To take part in an Eye Contact Tango (or ECT for short) 

just place yourself walking in a direction in which you will encounter people walking past you in the opposite direction.

As soon as the two of you are close enough to make out each other's facial features, the ECT has begun. 

There are many different ways to style your ECT, if you want to appear shy yet interested in your partner; make eye contact for a brief moment, blush and look down at your feet, and then right before you pass each other look up and make eye contact again, this time with a small flirtatious smile.

If you want to unnerve your partner; stare them down. As soon as you can see their eyes, lock onto them and stare deep into their soul until they look away or pass you. Whichever comes first.

For girls that want to appear saucy and confident, I recommend the following approach:

Make eye contact soon after arriving in the correct range, hold it for a second or two, give your partner a quick wink, and then walk right on by. 

If you find yourself approaching a tango that you do not want to participate in, there are a few ways to escape:

Check your phone until you pass the other person

Wear sunglasses

Become suddenly fascinated with the ground

Refuse to make eye contact

Stop and tie your shoe

Start coughing and look the other way

Pretend you are crying so no one can make eye contact with you without feeling awkward

Run away

Pretend to faint

Give em The Face

In my experience, all of these will give you a reprieve from any undesirable tango you are confronted with.

Now my young grasshoppers, go out into the world and find some eye contact tangos of your own. Unless you walk by a creeper.

Then just run away.

The End.

Squirrel Feuds.

So, this one time, I didn't blog for like three months.

And the whole world plunged into a deep depression. Caterpillars refused to come out of their cocoons, flowers wilted and died, and Robert Downey Jr. got hurt on the set of Iron man 3.

Just kidding. 

None of those happened.

Except Robert Downey Jr. really did get hurt on the set of Iron man 3. Not very bad. But it happened.

But really.

The world went on, because that's just what the world does.

Summer began it's slow change into fall, and I moved back to Logan and started my third year at Utah State.

I love Utah State.

Like totally 100 percent for real, true love.

If it was a man, I would marry it.

Twice.

I'm living in a different apartment complex this year, it's called Bridgerland, which is a little misleading because there are no bridges here. But it's still pretty cool.

There is a little canal behind my building and these adorable ducks live there. 

Sometimes I share my Pringles with them.

We're tote's bffs.

Except there is this one really mean white one that sounds like the Joker doing an evil laugh when he quacks. 

Which is a lot.

There is also this squirrel that lives in a tree that I pass every day on my way to campus. For a while, we were friends. I would walk past him, he would chatter at me in the cute little way that squirrels do, and I would smile and wave and sometimes chatter back in that crazy way I do- because unlike Disney Movies would have me believe- it is not normal to talk to random animals you meet on the way to campus.

But I do it anyway.

Because that's just how I am.

Now, one day, I was walking under the squirrel's tree, and I could hear him chattering away in there when all of a sudden I felt something small and very hard hit the back of my head. Now, there was no one else around, just me and the squirrel.

And the crab apple it had just thrown at my head.

That's right.

For no reason whatsoever, this squirrel that I thought was my friend, had just chucked nasty fruit at my head.

I was so sad.

Then, I was so mad.

What right did this squirrel have to get angry at me?

I had been nothing but nice to this rodent, and he has the gall to chuck crab apples at me?

No sir. NOT IN MY HOUSE!

So now, me and squirrels have a feud.

The End.

Saved By A Smile

A few days ago,

I was feeling a little blue.

And a little purple.

But mostly blue.

Mostly, it was because I had to wake up at six for a training at work instead of sleeping until noon like I wanted to.

Because I just really love sleeping.

My bed and I are perfect for each other, but my alarm clock doesn't want us together.

That jealous whore.

In any case, I was not keeping my chin up buttercup.

Not in the slightest.

I was driving to work. In the wee hours of the morning, and I kept hitting every freaking red light in the universe and at each one I was getting progressively crankier.

While I was angrily stopped at yet another red light, I happened to look over at a bus stop along the side of the highway.

Sitting at the bus stop

happy as a clam

or a bird with a french fry

was a large Polynesian man.

And he wasn't just sitting.

No.

My dear friends, this man was also jamming out on a ukulele like he hadn't a care in the world.

I was so amazed by this man, I was staring at him with a face that probably looked kind of like this:

He was just that awesome.

The man looked up at me, our eyes locked, and if I were him I totally would have scuzzed off the weirdo staring at me like I'm a shaved llama. 

But he didn't.

His face broke out in an enormous grin, like I'd just given him a puppy and told him a funny joke. This man, was just so happy.

He was up just as early as I was, probably earlier, who knows how long he was waiting at that bus stop, and he was just so at peace with the world around him. 

It really made me stop and reevaluate my attitude

and revel in the random little joys life puts in our paths.

Throughout that day and the days since passed, whenever I find myself feeling down like an ugly clown

I stop and think of that man

and I can't help 

but smile.

The End.

Gateway Adventures

So, I took a much needed reprieve from work yesterday, and partied with my peeps at the gateway.

Here's what I did.

• Rode the train down and listened to the men sitting behind me share their hitchhiking experiences with each other.
• Walked around Barnes and Noble for half an hour by myself just looking at all the books and wishing that the bookshelves were tall enough that you needed to climb a ladder to get to the top.
• Bought a "How To Read Tarot Cards" book and a set of tarot cards.
• Went to Urban Outfitters and cried because I do not have even close to enough money to buy everything I want from that store.
• Settled with buying some new sunglasses and a snazzy bracelet.
• Read a book about things that zombies hate.
• Learned that zombies hate balloons.
• And mimes.
• Took pictures of my bff Haydn wearing a Kobe Bryant jersey to make her sister angry.
• Laughed for way too long because I found garden gnomes dressed as team mascots. I'm sorry, but a garden gnome dressed up as a dolphin is probably one of the funniest things in creation.
• Ate Panda Express. With chopsticks. Like a real Asian.
• Saw a man dressed up as a jedi.
• Found a book filled with hilarious insults.
• Told my friend that after looking at his face, I was no longer in the mood for pepperoni.
• Was told by the same friend that I'm so short my hair must smell like feet.
• Went to the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory and bought not a Peanut Butter Cup, not a Peanut Butter Pail,but a Peanut Butter Bucket.
• That's right. A bucket.
• Realized that I can't hear the word "Biscuit" without cracking up.
• Watched the Katy Perry movie in 3D.
• Cried a little bit.
• Didn't steal the 3D glasses even though I really wanted to, they were just really nice ones and I felt too guilty.
• Went back to Barnes and Noble.
• Lost at Bop-it.
• Read a book explaining that the dinosaurs went extinct because they were fighting over underpants.
• Decided maybe you shouldn't really believe everything you read.
• With the help of my friend Christian, made a story using only the words in book titles.
• Touched a cloud in the planetarium.
• Wished the day didn't have to end.
• Listened to 500 Miles by the Proclaimers on repeat all the way back to Ogden.
• Learned how to read Tarot cards. Like a boss. A gypsy boss.
• Learned from my Tarot cards that wearing purple today would bring me heartache and bad luck in my work endeavors.

Life handed me some pretty sweet lemons yesterday, 

I'm fully content. 

The end.

When Life Chucks Lemons At Your Face

Sometimes 

life hands you lemons,

and you think 

"Gee thanks life! I really needed these lemons! These will go great with that thing that I'm doing! Really man, you could not have picked a better time to graciously hand me such a tart and sunshine colored fruit."

and everything just works out.

But the other times,

when life hands you lemons

you're right in the middle of juggling 13 chainsaws that are also  on fire and made of glass and life's just like

"Dude. Lemons. No really dude, I've got these lemons right here for ya. Like, these are just awesome lemons and I need to to take all 47 of them right now. Like, I know you're busy, but you have to take them. All of them. Right now.

Dude."

Sometimes life is just a jerk.

But I think I pity myself too much. 

Yeah, maybe I am trying to juggle 13 flaming glass chainsaws

but there are people out there who are juggling even more

while riding a unicycle.

blindfolded.

And if life is pestering me, there are people out there that life's just chucking lemons at as hard as it can.

I really don't know what prompted this random rant into the metaphorical giving and receiving of lemons.

I was going to write a post about the upcoming finale of The Bachelorette, but my fingers just went crazy on the keyboard and spit it out without notifying my brain of the change of subject.

I can't even remember the last time I ate a lemon...

I tell you what though,

the next time I do

I will definitely think of flaming glass chainsaws.

And how I can handle anything life decides to throw at me as I juggle them.

Because i am one tough little ginger.

The End

Dog vs Mailman. A Ginger's Thoughts.

I've been home a lot these past few weeks.

A lot.

I usually pass my days with a mixture of sleeping, reading, ukulele-ing, cleaning, and adventureing; but there is one thing that I witness every day.

 Except Sundays and national holidays.

Every day at approximately 12:02 pm, the mailman comes to my house, puts the mail in my mailbox, and then walks away.

That's all he does.

Ever.

He's not a menacing man, he's actually quite nice, he never does anything offensive or frightening- he's just your typical man.

But for some unknown reason,

My dog hates him with a deep, fiery, passion.

I swear, she can smell him coming from a block away and when she does she gets all tense, her face goes all squinty and she starts growling.

Then

As soon as he's in sight, she starts barking like she's in a fight to the death with Katniss Everdeen. Or maybe a wolf or something. 

.....

There's just a lot of barking....

And then it's like the freaking Doppler effect! Except the closer he gets, the louder and higher pitched her barking is.

It's a little ridiculous

But it lead me to ponder....

Why exactly do dogs hate the mailman so much?

After much deliberation, here's the reasons I came up with:

1. Over decades of performing the simple, mundane, boring task of placing letters in mailboxes, Mailmen have learned to whistle a really annoying song so high that only dogs can hear it.
2. Mailmen carry a talisman of evil in their little bags. They receive this talisman in a deal they make with the devil to help them to bear the unpleasantries of being a mailman.
3. Their cologne is made out of cat pheremones.
4. Mailmen are secretly cats in robotic suits.
5. Mailmen are secretly evil aliens in robotic suits. Or just ones that look like humans.
6. Pavlov also conditioned his dogs to hate mailmen. This hatred was passed along via the "Twilight Bark" as in the movie '100 And 1 Dalmatians' and over the years spread globally.
7. Dogs really hate the fact that they never get any mail.
8. The first mailman in the world pretended to throw a ball for each dog he encountered, but did that thing where you don't really throw it and then laugh at the dog for being stupid. Dogs have had a deep hatred for mailmen ever since.
9. When no one is home, mailmen sneak into houses and steal all the dog treats. Then he makes the dog watch as he throws them away while laughing maliciously.
10. Mailmen are part of a secret order that is trying to take over the world. Dogs know this, and have sworn to do their utmost to stop them. 

I know that the REAL reason is probably just that dogs hate when people cross into their territory  or something.... but I think these reasons are much more exciting. 

What about you guys? Do you have any better ideas?

Also, what do think the deal is with Kangaroos?

Why do they want to box with us all the time and more importantly

Who taught them to box???

My name is Brittany Daniels

And I approve this message.

Ice Cream For You

Now, we all know how much I like to pretend I'm an amazing songwriter. And you may be sick of my mediocre rhymes,

but I have a new one that I wrote just today

with my Ukulele.

It's called 

{Ice Cream For You}

And hurr it is:

You've got some stubble on your chin

And a quite mischievous grin

If you knocked on my door I'd let you in

And share my ice cream with you.

Chocolate, Mint, or Bubble Gum

I'd be sure to give you some

Though with ice cream you're never glum

It's always better with two.

I want to share my ice cream

Share my ice cream with you.

'Cause boy you make my heart sing

Like nobody else can do.

You sprinkle love onto my heart

Like a banana split.

If my love were a flavor

I'd be sure to give you it.

If I could have your love alone

Inside of a true love cone

I'd be happier than I'd ever known

And I'd give the same to you.

Then we could sit side by side

With our fingers intertwined

And our smiles stretched out wide

And share a kiss or two.

I want to share my Ice Cream

Share my ice cream with you.

'Cause boy you make my heart sing

Like nobody else can do

You sprinkle love onto my heart

Like a banana split.

If my love were a flavor,

I'd be sure to give you it.

Then by your side I will stay

And eat ice cream every day

Our love will never melt away

Oh my dear its true

It's only you that I adore

No one could ever love you more

We'd have happiness galore

If you'd say you love me too.

I want to share my Ice Cream

Share my ice cream with you.

'Cause boy you make my heart sing

Like nobody else can do

You sprinkle love onto my heart

Like a banana split.

If my love were a flavor,

I'd be sure to give you it.

That's basically it. 

There's some oooh's and la's in there too, but it would have taken me forever to type them all in.

Plus it would have looked kind of weird.

But yes.

That is my song.

And I wrote it all by myself.

Be Jealous...

... or you know, don't be....

whatevs.

The End.

Dearest Stranger,

So. I'm not even going to try an deny my pinterest addiction. 

Since the moment my dear friend Lara Jean said to me,

"Bah-rit-tah-neeee! Do you have pinterest? Because you should have pinterest. That's all I'm trying to say."

I have been totally, utterly, completely hooked.

I pin tons of things. Thousands of things.

Literally. I just checked.

I have pinned 2712 pins over the last 7 months. 

That's at least 9 pins per day.

If Pinning was smoking, I'd so have lung cancer by now.

While my pinterest addiction is a very serious thing that I could spend five whole posts talking about, it's not what this particular post is about because THIS particular post is about one particular thing that I found today while I was pinning at least 9 pins on pinterest.

And that 

{One Particular Thing}

is

This:

If you were thinking that this is just a picture of a random letter addressed to a stranger, then you would be right.

Because that is exactly what this is.

I saw this picture, and I was very intrigued.

So I clicked on it.

And was led

HERE

lettersfromstrangers.com

It was the project of an English Major from Hallowell, Maine named Katie. She would have people send her a letter, addressed to a stranger, and  a self-addressed envelope. She would mail their letter to a random stranger, and then send a letter from a random stranger to them in return. 

I thought it sounded magical

Like something that the Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants, or possibly Stargirl might do. 

The only problem is, Katie stopped letters-from-strangers at the end of last year. Maybe she graduated or had to repaint her living room or something. I don't know.

All I do know, is that this whole thing sounds like a pretty magical idea to me, and if enough of you are interested...

I'd kind of like to give it a try.

I think it could become something really, really cool.

What do you guys think?

Seriously. Let me know.

The End.


Oooh! Before I forget, here is a shout-out for the lovely Diana Hiatt who won the challenge from my last post that you all should definitely read if you already haven't.
Dear Diana, I hope that you carpe some serious diem despite all the hardships you are constantly having to face.
You. Are a rock star.
Even if your body spray doesn't exactly match your lotion.


Love, Brittany