Brookie Wookie Pookie Pants

Brooke, my long time sister and often friend, is turning fifteen years old today. That means... in just seven months she can get a drivers permit. It 12 months she can date. In 24 months she can go to R-rated movies by herself. In 34 she'll be graduating High School and in 36 she'll be an adult. In 48 months all of her guy friends will be serving missions and in 60 she'll be a whole 20 years old. That's older than me! Well Brooke, I hope your Zombie Party goes well and all your dreams come true.

Here is just a sliver of the many faces of Brooke Dobrusky Esplin in the 5,479 days since her birth.

I love you Brooke.

Happy Birthday.

Good Morning America.

I have come to the conclusion that I should start a blog. And Melissa Layland should help me. It's time for me to share my inner-most thoughts. I hate malls. Standing around looking at overpriced ugly clothing makes me want to vomit all over. You know what else makes me want to vomit? You guessed it! Twilight. I saw New Moon today. It was the first of anything Twilight I have actually experienced. However, I was saved by seeing it with Riff Tracks. It's this cool thing where these dudes give commentary on the movie and make it almost worth watching. Almost. It's slightly crude, yet hilarious. I would recommend it to anyone who feels impressed to see Twilight or any bad movie for that matter. Anyway, Daria's on. I've gotta go. Oh and I found this rad hat thing. They're made in Iceland and cost a heckofalot. But they're super cool, so I would like to make one. One day I will make one.