The Parade of Lights was always the highlight of my year as a kid. My parents would start getting my brother and I ready an hour before we left, handing us several layers of clothing; long underwear, two pairs of thick woolen socks, jeans, sweater, ski jacket, scarf, and padded ski gloves. It was never enough. But I didn’t mind. Continue reading “[Day 13] The Parade of Lights”
Dear Jason Mraz,
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Romantic and social success eludes me for some reason. In turn, this has caused me to lose faith in myself for everything else in my life. I don’t trust myself to be able to hold onto a friendship or even a halfway decent appearance anymore. I’ve been lying to myself for a long time now, pretending to be something I’m not in order to slide under the radar. It’s gotten to the point where I find myself staring into the mirror, loathing what I see and what I won’t let anyone else see. This self-inflicted emotional torture has done and will do me no good. Continue reading “[Day 12] This will find a way to you if it kills me”
This video is kind of crap, but it’s all the footage I had and I’m too lazy to do any other video now.
There aren’t very many kids my age that live near me. The number is three, total, not counting the one slightly further away who tortured me from 2nd to 6th grade(not Dylan, this is another jerk). We all went to the same elementary school, but only one ended up going to my middle school. She was way too shy and I was way too socially awkward to remain friends for long. So we didn’t. Continue reading “[Day 10] He thinks like a sociopath”
Two years ago, standing in the sophomore hall of our high school, my friends and I found a folded note on top of the fire 
extinguisher. The paper was a bright yellow and inside, there was some text and handwriting both. The text read: What’s YOUR secret? Write down one of your school-appropriate secrets that not many know for the yearbook. If you feel comfortable, you can write your name. If not, that’s ok too. Thanks! The person who was given this slip of paper wrote something profane that I won’t repeat but had to do with… relations with another student that we all knew. Continue reading “[Day 9] Naturally Curious”
My brother had some pretty bad luck as a baby. Not only was his hip out of place so he had to wear a giant cast for the first several months of his life, but he was also lactose intolerant and allergic to nuts of all caliber. We found the last two things out because he had red, irritated patches all over him and we found out that through my mom’s milk he was being exposed to things that we were unaware he was allergic to. Continue reading “[Day 8] Gosh I’m Supportive”
The first week is over! Only 358 days to go. Today, I am supposed to write about something good that happened. 
After this week I promise to stop writing what each day is, hoping that you’ll either infer it from the blog or look it up on the “Bri 2.0” tab at the top of the site. Continue reading “[Day 7] I’d Marry HIM!”
 Almost a week in! Today is my day for writing something about my past. Continue reading “[Day 6] Mack”
Dear Liam Aiken,
I am a senior in high school in a town of no consequence in Colorado. On August 19th of this year, I started a year-long blog project entitled “365 Days of Bri” to rediscover myself. I’ll add the details at the end of this letter, but for now I’ll just explain your part. Every day of the week I have a different task to do, at once I’ve completed it I have to write about the experience in the blog. On Sundays like today, my task is to write a thank you letter to someone I’ve never met. For reasons I will explain shortly, you made the most sense to start off with.
Continue reading “[Day 5] I was a creepy middle-schooler”