#happybirthday @thebrigmeister

Who has a hot body and just turned 18 years old?
THIS GUY.

HaPpY BiRThDaY $LaMBR0!

You are my FAVORITE little brother, so its lucky your my only one too.

You are hands down one of the funniest boyz I know.

I hope that your birthday was magical, and that all your wildest dreams come true.

You are fly.

You are COMEDY.

And I miss you! 

I feel so blessed that I got to spend the first 18 years of your life with you, and I can't wait for the next 18. And the next. And next. And next. Times infinity.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY.

Vote responsibly.

*~*~*LuHhHh Yo0Oo*~*~*

let the g00d times roll on...

the homeless lyfe is da lyfe 4 me

Let me tell you the problem (well, one of the many) with the Provo student housing system. For a period of three days between winter and spring semester, Provo is transformed from a typical college town full of student residents into a place crawling with approximately 20,000 hobos. As in HOMELESS PEOPLE. As in BUMS.  FREELOADERS. RUFFIANS. I know this because, just two days ago, I was one of them.

On Friday morning, April 20, 2012 at approximately 9:00am, I was shamelessly thrown out onto the street along with my 5 other cohorts. Luckily, some had family close by and were able to escape the fate that awaited the rest of us. But as for me, I loaded all of my possessions into a car that I didn't even own (don't worry, its my brother's and I had consent) and drove into the sun (aka: Salt Lake, for the Half Marathon). I was homeless, in every sense of the word.

Everything I owned was on wheels.
The sun was shining.
And there was miles of road stretched out all around me.
I'VE NEVA FELT SO ALIIIIVE.

can't tie me down.

blood, sweat, and no tears

On Saturday, a serious life-goal was achieved. Its true. I, Julie Brigham, can now call myself a proud finisher of the Salt Lake Half Marathon. I can now throw away my assortment of YMCA basketball medals and AYSO soccer trophies sitting on my shelf, and put something much more impressive and up-to-date in their place.

HeX 2 the YeS.

However, being a half marathon finisher did not come without a price to pay.  No way, Jose. I most definitely injured myself while fighting for that silver and gold finisher's medal. I'll spare you the details and just let you know that imma be mildly handicapped for the next week and a half. So if you see me waddling around campus... please, no judgement.

For my next half-marathon, I plan on being a shameless supporter of Body Glide: for comfort, for life.