From the desk of Spencer
Hello, I am not Brianna. How can you tell? I have yet to use an exclamation point. *winky face*
I asked Brianna if I could take over her blog for one post, without her permission. She gave me permission. So here I am.
I’ve been spending a lot of time talking to this young woman and I must say that what ever amusement, and wonder, and sunshine, and glee that you’ve absorbed from this young woman’s posts is more than tripled when shared in closer company.
This woman is capable, and persistent, and friendly and strong. All the words you would want to use to describe a woman you would want to be president, with the exception of that ugly word: politician.
I gotta say that the things she’s gone through in the past, have not phased her good nature or spirit, and that is the sign of truly fantastic character. She has taken only knowledge, and NOT pain, from these situations, a skill only the craftiest of us are capable of.
Very recently she’s gone through a transitional period in her life. She’s done the whole heartbreak thing that always feels unique in its own special way. Its a feeling you refuse to believe anyone else has gone through, at least for a while. But she didn’t take this time to close her heart, no no no! That’s not this story ladies and gentlemen.
She dived right in to life, more than ever. That by no means mean she ignored her feelings. She let it affect her in the right ways (respectively) at the right times (respectively). It hurt just as much as any other, but wouldn’t you know it, she’s still as sweet as a cookie of YOUR favorite flavor: Brianna flavored!
Brianna is chalked full of chocolate chips but is not fattening at all.
Look, I am not in to the whole blog scene. I am kinda anti-social networks. Sorry, its nothing against you all, its just not my scene. I guess I just never found anyone interesting enough sounding “on paper”; in person is a different story. However, then there is Brianna, who is more interesting than anything printing on any paper, ever (except the Declaration of Independence, sorry Brianna, but freedom rocks my socks).
I don’t pick very fun pictures…
This probably sounds like the ramblings of some love stricken (fill in the blank), but the purpose I am trying to serve is to fill in any blanks you may have had as to an opinion about someone you know only so much about. People tend to (in my harshest experiences) put only what they want seen on the exterior. Social networks make that easier (again, nothing against the users of such things). For me, it seems unfair to have someone like Brianna pared down to so little per day, per month, per whatever, especially when its NOT any type of front.
But I am sure she is just one of your many blogs. One of the many lives you dip delicately in to. I respect that. I do. If anything, I am happy for you that you found this one. One of a young woman who is MORE than eager to live life, and share every quirky, funny story that pours out of it.
I doubt you’ll ever be having a bad day and see a negative post on this blog. I doubt you’ll ever see the day where she posts about not smiling. I doubt you’ll ever want to stop following her blog. And I KNOW that nothing can bring a precious soul like hers down.
Make sure to wear sunscreen when reading her blogs
So to you readers/bloggers/commenters/well wishers/romantics/dreamers/believers/lovers of life, you’ve found a soul mate in this young woman. Enjoy it! Share it! And hopefully a piece of her will make you smile, laugh, and love if even for a second.
Thanks for reading,
P.S. She told me not to make this post boring. Did I win?