Take me toooo Bonaroooo!

First,

Sorry all I ever do anymore is post videos.

And talk about music.

And then post more videos.

And talk about more music.

In case you were unsure whether or not I am passionate about music, 

well I think I done made it clear.

That being said...

I. WANT. TO. GO. TO. BONAROO.

So freaking bad, I could die. 

It would probably be one of the most intense, HELLOWORLD, experiences this conservative girl would ever experience. 

BUT SERIOUSLY.

4 days in the middle of a 700 acre farm in Tennessee listening to music I love, with a bunch of other crazy (albeit they are probably crazy because of all the drugz) music lovers?

HEAVEN

Yeah, I know you don't shower. 

Yeah I know you sleep in a tent.

Yeah yeah yeah.... I'm not even phased. I swear. One day. I'm going. Once I have myself a man decent enough to accompany me. 

I'M GOING. 

Until then, I shall just watch this and bask in the potential awesome-ness. 

AH.

people of the world, I am in love with you.

Really though. I am.
I was reminded last night just how much I LOVE people. I am so deeply fascinated by them.
By us.
Everyone is so different.
Full of different desires.
Different talents.
Different passions.
Different style...
....friends....
....music taste....
....favorite restaurants....
....senses of humor....
....childhood memories....
....things that make them cry...
....hobbies...

Do you get my drift?
Everyone is so beautifully, strikingly different! And we come together in a wonderful conglomeration called humanity, and it's just a funny, crazy glorious mess sometimes.
And by sometimes, I mean most of the time.
I ADORE IT. 
Honestly, people watching is probably my #4 favorite hobby. Because of all the above.

So last night I went to the Arcade Fire concert with dear friend turned cousin (nobutreally) Brittany. (sidenote: yes, it was INCREDIBLE. and no I did not cry. I save my "ilovelivemusic" tears for special artists only, and Win Butler is just a tad too weird to be deserving of that quite yet. Maybe if I indie-fied myself a little more..................joke. That sounds horribly unappealing. Anyways). My point in bringing up the concert is this:
There was a guy a few rows up from us that was going NUTS. The. Whole. Time. And guess what.

I was 0% irritated. In fact,
I LOVED IT.

Seriously, he could not stop freaking out.
Dancing, singing at the top of his lungs, clapping, whipping his head all over the place. I was just in heaven watching him, it seriously made me so happy.
I wish I could bottle that kind of passion and take some of it for myself.
Imagine if everyone put that kind of love and energy into everything, DAILY.
The world would be an even more incredible, fun, happy, vibrant place than it already is.
So great, right?!

Also how much does he need a new hair-do?
If you say anything less than 100%, come here so I can punch you.

Also, explain the irony of this to me. Classes end tomorrow (HALLE-FREAKING-LUJAH), which means reading days and finals take up the entirety of Thursday-Saturday and then into next week.
So how is it that this time of year, I suddenly have a bajillion non-school-related things going on?
That I can't really get out of?
I mean, I think I will be able to handle it all. But still. I find it incredibly ironic and funny. Thank goodness next friday is as close as it is. A weekend has never looked so inviting. SRSLY.

Finally, the music moment of the day.
How 80's vibe-ish and AWESOME is this song?


And how fab is this dudes voice? Hello favorite song this summer.


Anyways, that's all I have to say. Happy Tuesday.

Try not to be moved. I DARE YOU.

Some things you should know, that are probably already pretty obvious, 

but Imma tell you anyways:

1. I am in love, IN LOVE, with music.

*nerd alert*

2. I am in love, IN LOVE with choral music.

3. I don't think I have ever mentioned this, but when I was a sophomore in high school, I became acquainted with the brilliant composer, Eric Whitacre. 

BEST. DAY. EVER.

Now I know I have an obnoxious habit of posting videos all the time.
Sorry dudes.

But really, if this isnt the embodiment of the power behind music...

bringing strangers together in one beautiful conglomeration of spine-tingling proportions

... well then I don't know what is.

So here you go lovies. 

Sit down. 

Put on some headphones.

Forget the world.

And fall in love.

Throwback yeeeeah!

Today is a good good day.

No reason in particular, I just decided to make it that way.

(Here's a secret. I actually woke up in a really foul mood because I dreamed that my sweet roommate Claira and I were super mad at each other. So in turn, I felt kind of mad. It was terrible. And I didn't want to deal with being in a bad mood all day, so I made the decision while I was applying my mascara to BE HAPPY. So far it's working)

So here is the biz today. 

I have been listening to Something Corporate all morning, and it's the BEST.

First, Andrew McMahon is brilliant.

And inspirational.

And adorable.

Second, it makes me feel like I am in high school again. Which normally I'm not trying to do every day, but I have some fantastic memories with SC. 

Riding the bus (i guess that's fantastic??), running cross country, playing softball, hanging out on the golf course behind my house, playing on the beach, driving from seminary to school... AHHHHH.

Third, walking around campus and listening to "I woke up in a car" and "I wanna save you" makes me feel like I am in a movie. It's an almost out of body experience. 

Goober-ish? YES. 

Awesome. MORE YES.

Also, I'm pretty sure I have made this clear, but I adore Adam Young.
And what happens when Adam and Andrew collaborate?

A musical mashup of understated, but still surprisingly epic proportions of course!

One of my very favorite things about life is this:

the fact that scents and music are two of the strongest things we associate with memories.

I feel like this is proven to me on a daily basis.
THINK ABOUT HOW GREAT THIS IS...

We move.
We go from school to school.
Have a tremendous summer.
An epic road trip.
A day at the beach.
Fall in love.
Live through heartbreak.

Things that are so poignant at the time, that just move us. Burn their way into our hearts. And you want to remember these things!
How lucky are we that we have been given things like music to help us remember?


Also, just to get this out there in case anyone,
aka my roommates,
think I am crazy,
I feel like my inner graphic design/interior decorator has gone BERSERK lately.
My newest favorite hobby is looking at color pallets and flower arrangements.
I SERIOUSLY admire people who can put together such aesthetically pleasing things.
Case in point:

These are made of freaking PAPER!
Kills me.

Anyways, that's about all I've got today.
It's time I address my impending Econ exam that I have been pretending doesn't exist all week.
BUH only two more weeks of this madness!

Sometimes

There are days when I become exceptionally frustrated with myself. 

Usually it's because I see or hear something tremendously inspirational.
Life-changing, if you will.

Music.

Art.
Dance.
Movies.
Spoken word.
An incredible lecture.
You get my drift.

And I think:
Brooke, you need to do something like that.
Move people.
Influence people.
Inspire people.
Change people.

And it's a staggering, heart-bursting feeling.
And then it makes me so sad, because I think
I am not an actor.
I am not a dancer.
I am not a musician.
I am not a writer.
I am not a teacher.
I am not OUT THERE, in even the slightest way.
And I probably never will be.
I have so many things I want to share with the world.
How am I supposed to make any kind of difference? 

Even just a small dent of good in a world that is so increasingly bad?

Sappy and melodramatic as this sounds, these thoughts truly break my heart.

And then I was hit with a powerful realization this weekend.
I may never be an author.
I may never be a musician.
I may never be a dancer, or an artist, or an actor or a teacher.
I may never be OUT THERE, where I would be in a position to touch a lot of lives.

But in my little life here in Provo Utah, at Brigham Young University, in Southridge Apartments, in the BYU 71st ward,
I can still do a lot of good.
I have a sweet family, that needs me a great deal.
I have dear friends and roommates, who I can love and support and make a difference to.
And most importantly, I have a Savior, who can and will help me bless lives.
Help make me a better tool in His hands.

So as insignificant as I may feel sometimes, I am still capable of A LOT more than I realize.
And just because my life is small compared to the rest of the world, does NOT mean I shouldn't try my best, every day, to make a difference.

Because you never know when a little will actually mean a great, great deal.