tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2880642627578773572024-02-19T00:37:25.925-08:00brigitte gBrigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.comBlogger37125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-26075792419813622822011-06-06T09:47:00.001-07:002011-06-06T09:48:05.233-07:00That last post reminded me of a clip I have of Aidan singing. His voice is<span style="font-style: italic;"> beautiful.</span><br><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/z5SNtscE3vw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-263914524928927482011-06-06T09:18:00.000-07:002011-06-11T19:51:08.613-07:00<img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/100_4942.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img style="width: 650px; height: 487px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/100_4954.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/100_4949.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My friends and I enjoying some good clean fun. Summer is here, I was hoping that would mean endless fun and freedom, but due to new and improved restrictions my adventures are limited. My curfew ruins everything. I have a feeling this summer is going to be about finding loopholes.... I'm debating a hunger strike.<br /></div><br /><br />I enjoyed another adventure the day after this. The weather brought me and Aidan to a miserable mood. The humidity and heat was inescapable. As we were driving aimlessly, singing to Sublime's "Scarlett Begonias" it began to rain. We parked and danced outside.<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Led Zeppelin: In My Time of Dying</span></span><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://www.google.com/reader/ui/3523697345-audio-player.swf?audioUrl=http://www.fileden.com/files/2006/12/3/455668/Zeppelin/In%20My%20Time%20Of%20Dying%20-%20Phisical%20Graffitti%20I.mp3" width="320" height="27"></embed>Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-67823602308453385002011-05-30T22:09:00.001-07:002011-06-06T09:02:44.673-07:00Rockford<img style="width: 650px; height: 487px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/hkjhk-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img style="width: 650px; height: 487px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/hkjhk-2.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br /><img style="width: 650px; height: 488px;" src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/hkjhk.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /><br />There are a lot of critters around my grandfather's house. I went on his balcony searching for a deer that ran past, and i found these two perfect birds laying on the ground. My grandpa said they died chasing each other.Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-15852345993069972202010-11-08T18:46:00.000-08:002010-11-10T20:29:02.829-08:00Application for a Kiss<img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/app.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/appg1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/kiss1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/kiss2.jpg" /><br /><br />I was going through my step-grandmother's old scrapbooks. She kept a scrapbook for each year of high school where she pinned pictures and prom corsages. I read through her adventures with "the gang" and having a "gas" at the local diner, and I came across the application for a kiss. I showed it to her and watched her expression turn reminiscent, she didn't remember much about Ray, but she confirmed my suspicion that he was, in fact, a huge geek.<br /><br />The generation gap is astounding. Is chivalry dead?<br /><br /><br />The last two pictures are of my boyfriend and me, not my grandma and her 1963 boyfriend. :)Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-72943247246882080052010-10-28T16:56:00.000-07:002010-10-28T17:06:33.186-07:00je ne suis pas sociable<img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100390-1.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/10-28-201063538PM.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100366.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100367.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100369-1.jpg" /><br /><br />1. living quarters<br /><br />2. a sketch i did a while ago<br /><br />3. proof sheets<br /><br />4. ridiculous letter<br /><br />Today was pretty productive.Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-78446420353940723422010-10-28T16:15:00.000-07:002010-10-28T16:29:15.208-07:00relaxxx<img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100261.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100263.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100269.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100387-1.jpg" /><br /><br />karma bath, the black keys, coconut incense.Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-66583900481014712902010-10-16T21:19:00.000-07:002010-10-16T21:24:50.614-07:00Sister's Birthday<img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100334.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100330.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100329.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100278.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100284.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100304.jpg" /><br /><br />1. My favorite sweater: H&M<br /><br />5. I know that cheesecake looks like intestines, but it tasted quite good.<br /><br />6. New ring!Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-91817714512236924922010-10-14T17:54:00.000-07:002010-10-14T18:15:43.778-07:00train tracksMy friends and I found this site by accident, wandering through a forest. A narrow, steep, rocky path brought us up to the top of the tracks, where we threw rocks at the lake below us.<br />Why does the threat of oncoming trains and the danger of three-story high pillars above shallow bodies of water give me a sense of immortality?<br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/10-14-201073350PM.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/10-14-201073735PM.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/10-14-201074702PM.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/10-14-201074434PM.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/10-14-201074259PM.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/10-14-201074047PM.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/10-14-201075100PM.jpg" /><br /><br />1, 2: Inspiring graffiti under the bridge. A triangle with an eye in the middle was captioned, "One Nation, Under <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Surveillance</span>"... something to think about.<br /><br />3. My balancing act. Mom's jacket, boyfriend's jeans<br /><br />6. My favorite, I love the blurry train and the sharp concrete. The train rumbled by with a roar that shook the earth.Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-52444529648936926082010-10-13T19:26:00.000-07:002010-10-13T19:30:48.407-07:00me, me, me<img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/01.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/02.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100180.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100171.jpg" />Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-30031264767667062872010-10-13T19:13:00.000-07:002010-10-13T19:15:36.943-07:0013 october 2010<img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100245.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100253.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100249.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100243.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100256.jpg" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh255/brigittegnesda/P1100223.jpg" />Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-1538290449719761902010-10-02T20:22:00.000-07:002010-10-02T20:24:55.637-07:00lookbook!<!--BEGIN HYPE WIDGET--><script src="http://ajax.googleapis.com/ajax/libs/jquery/1.4.2/jquery.min.js" type="text/javascript"></script><script src="http://lookbook.nu/look/widget/1142855.js?include=all&size=medium&style=button&align=center"></script><div id="hype_container_1142855"></div><!--END HYPE WIDGET-->Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-60452402808830564322010-02-27T21:46:00.000-08:002010-10-02T20:24:21.083-07:00?<img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4394270742_4a0cd47771_o.jpg" />Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-7481961342154417522010-02-23T19:56:00.000-08:002010-02-23T19:57:41.996-08:00i should post more<img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4043/4372208420_22208ffb6b_o.gif" /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4383191397_3deeffd5a6.jpg" />Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-60835156424266541502010-02-16T23:11:00.000-08:002010-02-16T23:27:13.442-08:00rabble1:11 on a tuesday night. my cat is rubbing up against my legs and i'm not tired. my arms have goosebumps and i'm not tired. i will have to wake up tomorrow morning but i'm not tired. i'm not looking forward to school but for once i'm not dreading it. I like large places. I like huge hallways that i can get lost in. i like seeing a thousand new faces and not recognizing one of them. I like sitting in a classroom full of people that don't give a shit about me. I like to go somewhat unnoticed and i like to eavesdrop. I know a lot of secrets. It's 1:21 on a tuesday night and for once i'm not tired?<br /><br /><br />Read about my best fraaan? (cookie of course)<br /><a href="http://julianabananana.blogspot.com/">http://julianabananana.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZwVcUY_5Oo7QoApG2js_AcczsxX6HG0d2YKY-5VxDHhqlToXU8uFZHNMbSwjNti0BAoLoUPCONrVGw3oW-IXgkCgDgzzUKTLnRPDL9tAEPxj9aBcN5shrn2EcRshVMIILujmK27EkuqY/s720/DSC_1147.JPG" />Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-52390425488333186542010-02-16T19:36:00.000-08:002010-02-16T19:44:40.718-08:00lately, i suck<img alt="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4363668203_cd36d0ed43_o.jpg" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4057/4363668203_cd36d0ed43_o.jpg" /><br /><img alt="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4364407880_e434e35555_o.jpg" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4364407880_e434e35555_o.jpg" /><br /><img alt="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4364407926_b7ef26ce82_o.jpg" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4042/4364407926_b7ef26ce82_o.jpg" /><br /><br />wait i always suck.<br />winter is starting to make me feel crazy... and i need money.<br />i know i keep saying i'm going to redo my room but this time i really mean ittt! theres nothing else to do. i dont really want to fill my time with a thousand different networking sites but that's what it has come to.<br /><br /><img alt="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4363668393_4766373e48_o.gif" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2717/4363668393_4766373e48_o.gif" /><br /><br />at least i sold my shoesss :DBrigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-88722979410113846562010-02-07T18:43:00.000-08:002010-02-16T18:40:20.281-08:00frozen toes<img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4338966113_7ede56fbdf_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2733/4338966085_f584b9447b_o.jpg" /><br /><br />My superbowl sunday was spent far away from all television, beer, hot wings, and fist pumping.Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-20146658395709367942010-02-07T18:02:00.000-08:002010-02-07T18:04:25.040-08:000964<img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2703/4337474621_8cf4ea9463_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2684/4337474641_566e6116b2_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4337474659_2ff7505cec_o.jpg" />Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-32774055784494796512010-02-07T09:58:00.000-08:002010-02-07T10:02:29.597-08:000702<img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2770/4336013080_bba0be17af_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4036/4336010020_f012c69d1d_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2739/4337500877_f0b62ec54d_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4335972806_703e84e47e_o.jpg" /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I'm baaaaack</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">:)</span>Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-86540125749373235352010-01-07T18:13:00.000-08:002010-01-07T18:23:22.234-08:00hearts as light as balloons<img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4254944589_a29e99051e_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4254944641_87e99bd2a3_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2690/4254944619_65d303c603_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4012/4255708726_3e81b847e7_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2494/4255708762_44b6f35d7d_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4254944661_d9a1d3a22e_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2793/4254944679_df91264cb3_o.jpg" /><br /><br />The dress is from my great grandma's attic. The rose is from her funeral.Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-12501675113954615552010-01-01T18:47:00.000-08:002010-01-01T18:49:42.154-08:00florida lace<img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2681/4235141675_1b25e62f95_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4235922254_c0345aa833_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4235145979_bec4cf558d_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2639/4235145895_25ce37f690_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2675/4235145943_55e7c99dd3_o.jpg" />Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-61125145459592634022009-12-31T11:09:00.000-08:002009-12-31T11:17:09.368-08:00brain damage<img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4231968680_098957a357_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2768/4231966212_f3dbe5cbe3_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4048/4231961994_673f8e11cd_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2789/4231964256_3f1337cffd_o.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4231189461_70c16cbb54_o.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We watched a lava lamp for four hours:<br />this is my life.</span>Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-38778817509027850872009-12-20T05:44:00.000-08:002009-12-20T05:56:57.897-08:0012202009<img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2667/4200200268_3e83a4eec4_o.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2529/4200188316_604f3e1b59_o.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2767/4200192820_3b2c7dddc1_o.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2723/4200209578_04489e88bb_o.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2648/4200204286_2309f4bc63_o.jpg">Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-48442201713502334052009-11-06T16:15:00.000-08:002009-12-20T06:07:57.650-08:00every season<img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2786/4199465213_0f5e53d3d0_o.jpg" />Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-43156452181718000192009-10-27T17:17:00.000-07:002009-12-20T06:08:26.742-08:00scatterbrained<img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4037/4200234320_fc872b9582_o.jpg"><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2678/4199475061_ed1df9d5a2_o.jpg">Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-288064262757877357.post-26447832621182346182009-10-27T15:55:00.000-07:002009-10-27T16:09:54.023-07:00does anyone else<span style="font-size:180%;">like to tie-dye?</span><br /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2591/4051442580_3cc39c7fc9_b.jpg" /><br /><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2580/4050689563_567ff14572_b.jpg" /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />i used to draw a lot. i started making youtube videos with my neighbor in fourth grade. i used to write too. my closet is full of blank canvases, where did my creativity go?</span>Brigittehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00000841817432331237noreply@blogger.com5