The Farmers Market Love Triangle



Now, in reality it’s not much more than a few stands in a parking lot. So I will try not to get carried away with my description of the awesomeness that is the farmers market.

What can I say? I just love hummus and Asian pears!

Seriously though…the hummus is amazing. 

I eat two tubs of habanero parmesan hummus a week! 


Whatever. No shame.

The love triangle comes whenever I go to buy this hummus because the hummus guy is next to the yogurt guy. And both of those things are my favorite. I also eat three tubs of yogurt a week.


But the yogurt guy is in love with me. Not gonna lie, he actually went:

“I’m sorry, but I just have to tell you–you are so beautiful. I can’t handle it”


And then finally last week he was like “do you have a boyfriend?”

And I had to be like “….no….” (come on universe!)


But Brenna, if you are single, why not go out with the yogurt guy? (I forgot to add that then he proceeded to ask for my number and if I wanted to get dinner or something) Well, let me tell you curious reader:

It’s not like yogurt guy isn’t nice, and he’s not like a creepy old man. I realized my only description was ‘yogurt guy’. He’s like a cute young guy, but it’s like…what if things don’t work out?? This could seriously jeopardize my purchasing of yogurt, and I’m just not sure if I’m ready to take that risk.

Though it could potentially lead to even more yogurt access.


But the love triangle comes in, because I also have a flirty relationship with the hummus guy. And I totally thought the hummus guy was more into me, but then the yogurt guy pounced first. Not gonna lie, the hummus guy is cuter.

These are like my real daily problems. I think I need a hobby or something. 

I missed the farmers market last week for totally legitimate work reasons and the yogurt guy texted me in distress because he missed me.

Slight exaggeration. 

The moral of the story is…Farmers Market love triangle. I’m gonna have my roommate Zanny add this scenario to the plot of the TV show she’s writing about us.



I Got A Job From Craigslist

But don’t worry it gets better

So Ashley sent me a link to this ad on craigslist for a henna artist. And i was like…well lets do this shit.

So i text him, and then he like calls me back and eventually we decide to meet at a very public Starbucks and I made sure to tell various people that I was going to this meeting and so if he kidnapped me then they would know.

But it actually was totally fine. And that was saturday and then today (sunday) I drove almost all the way to San Diego to go to an avocado festival and do henna.

For money!

Which is cool cause its something that I always do for fun.

fyi while I was typing that sentence the word ‘fun’ autocorrected to ‘tuna’ so for a short while the sentence said “always do for tuna”

And across the way from the booth was a live band that played oldies all day long. It was kind of blissed out.

And then I went home and did more lovely henna for Ashley



The Cliche College Spring Break (Part 2)

Because I know you all just couldn’t wait to hear the rest of the story. 

Though I realized the funnest part to talk about (or bitch about if I’m being honest with myself) is the “getting there” part. Do I just attract these really crazy moments. 

It’s punishment for watching that Mary Kate and Ashley Olsen movie too much as a child.




I’ve decided that there is a few more things I want to comment on before I move on to the Playa Del Carmen section of this story, which really is just pretty boring. (Well, I’m not gonna post the really exciting parts on the internet because come on, I have standards. And besides, my mother usually reads these! Just kidding mom! I’m never doing anything too exciting and you know it!)

I always get so distracted when I’m writing these posts! Good Lord! 

So Joshua (the man who convinced me and Marah to abandon our hostel in Cozumel and take the trek across the bay to Playa del Carmen) made dinner for everyone in the hostel the second night we were there, claiming he had “pesos to burn”

Now this guy had just been staying at this one hostel, which was fine, but not spectacular or anything, for THREE WEEKS. 

He wasn’t diving.

He wasn’t with anyone. He was literally just sitting around in this hostel for 3 weeks.

There was also a couple who was taking a while off of traveling. Now, they got me all inspired to do South America, because that’s what they were doing. The woman said she’s been doing the whole 6 month working/6 months travel thing.

There was another guy from Canada who was talking all about how he’s a “bachelor” and has this passion for biking.

Then Marah and I got into a debate about that whole “backpacker lifestyle” because in her brain it’s kind of selfish to just travel, but I’m kind of drawn to it more. I don’t know. I feel like they all enrich each other.

I’ve never met a backpacker who doesn’t live for good conversation.

So I take them to be good people.



So me and Marah get to our new hostel in Playa Del Carmen. Which is called Hostel Playa Rio.

I’m giving them a shout out cause they were fantastic.

I got Marah to stay in a dorm!

Well it was an all-female dorm, but I would say we are making big strides with this one!

And we decided almost immediately that we had made a good decision in coming there. Now, it was a lot more western, but a lot more lively. And hey, I wasn’t really planning on this trip being a “real, authentic, Mexican vacation”. So if there’s a Starbucks, I’m not complaining.

The beaches were open to everyone! Which was not how it was in Cozumel. (Freaking corporate melarchy)

So this is the not so long story of how Marah and Brenna got wildly and ridiculously tan!

Hint: We laid on the beach.

Brenna spent her time reading “Paper Towns” by John Green, which was sub-par. And Marah spent her time reading “Red Rising” the insanely phenomenal  that I having been begging people to read for over a year. 

Yes, it’s better than the Hunger Games.

Yeah, I know it’s conceptually similar so everyone is going to say that it ripped off the idea of the Hunger Games, but who gives a shit. All published work is a knock off of something nowadays, and when has that ever stopped the general public from falling into a craze over something?

The answer is: It hasn’t. 

(And this is the part of the blog post where Brenna completely stops even pretending to write a story about her travels to Mexico and it dissolves completely into a rant about books. Is there a better way to waste space on the internet? I think not)

Now, because Marah and I are college students that meant that we spent our lovely chiche mexican vacation living in adjunct poverty. We allowed ourselves one real meal a day (where I pretty much reliably got tacos)


Look at that spicy goodness. You can’t get this in the states, folk.

Okay maybe in Southern California. 

And then the rest of my money was spent buying Coronas and Mai Tais

We also had a struggle with the time zone

Because our hostel had this thing where ladies got free drinks from 10pm-11pm and–because of the aforementioned poverty–Marah and I were down for that.

So we killed time at this awesome restaurant with live music. Some guy with a guitar who sang “Santoria” (so clearly he was catering to the rich American tourist crowd). And then when we went back to our hostel at what we thought was 10:30. It was actually 11:30. 

But the nice man gave us free drinks anyway. 

Because we were so obviously clueless Americans. And actually, we kept getting these responses from the other backpackers like : “Oh, you’re on American spring break


Screw you.

I can be a cliche if I want to, thank you very much.

And I’m the life of the party. Obviously! 


The Cliche College Spring Break (Part 1)


I spent my spring break in Mexico.

Which is ridiculously cliche.

I mean, it wasn’t Cancun. But it was damn-near close.

But when else can I live out a college stereotype with my best friend? 


A bit of explanation: 

So me and my best friend Marah (a person who is unfortunately separated from me for the majority of the year by the entire country of the United States) ended up with round trip tickets from LA and Ohio (respectively) to Cozumel, Mexico because Marah cannot say no to her parents.

Just kidding Marah. 

But we wanted to do Spring Break together and Marah’s parents wanted to do Spring Break with her. And they were going to Cozumel. So Marah and I were gonna go together early and then have our own fun break and then her family wold arrive and I would leave. So I ended up having to fly 6 hours to Mexico.

All the irony because, living in southern California, I have the means to drive probably 3 hours tops and actually be in Mexico. 

I digress. 

For those who are not blessed with the knowledge of Mexican geography, as I am not, Cozumel is an island off the Yucatan peninsula. It’s actually just a bit south of Cancun. I had actually been to this particular island once before, also with Marah and her family, whilst on a Disney cruise my senior year of high school. My only memory of it was participating in a horse tour where I was saddled with the worst horse, a unrelentingly stubborn beast named Polomo.

So, I had great expectations for this vacation. 

Let’s begin last Thursday:

When I get picked up from my apartment complex around 3pm, and begin what is to be nearly 24 hours of travelling to get to Mexico.

Because I am a procrastnator, I had to beg my lovely, dear father to help me buy tickets with his airline points, and because it was so last minute I ended up having to travel round trip from LAX.

Anyone who knows this airport and/or Los Angeles traffic can sympathize. 

So step #1: I travel for about 2 hours in a shuttle to get to the Los Angeles International Airport, through LA traffic, which is the story of my freaking life. 

And step #2: Get through security in about 20 minutes (Surprising to me), but I guess not many people fly United on a thursday afternoon.

Step #3: Wait around in the LAX airport for 2 hours, feeling stupid for skipping my 2 o’clock class to get the aforementioned 3pm shuttle ride. Have a temporary panic when I see there is no seat on my boarding pass and convince myself I will not have a place on the flight I’m waiting for. 

Step #4: Take a unisom and pass out on the 3 hour flight from LA to Houston.

Step #5: Arrive in Houston at midnight with nothing to do until your 8am flight to Cozumel besides curl up on the floor in the corner of the gate area and go to sleep.

Luckily I brought a pillow! 

Step #6: Wake up. Drag myself to Starbucks. Get on another 3 hour flight.

Step #7: Wait in the tiny Cozumel airport for 2 hours until Marah arrives.

Step #8: Reunite with Marah! (And make all the travel worth it)

Cue the Margaritas!


Just kidding. 

Because it turns out, that unless you are staying at some sort of fancy resort were there are pools and nice chairs to lay out on, then Cozumel is actually really freaking dull. 

After spending the first 24 hours of our trip sleeping. Because, come on, we just had midterms and we deserved to crash for the better part of a whole day. We were told by this guy staying at our hostel that we were at the wrong part of Mexico. 

“Do you want like beach?”


“And like bars and parties?”

“I guess.”

“Yeah, you’re in the wrong place. You should go to Playa del Carmen”

Which is the city across the bay from Cozumel.

We should’ve done more research. 

So, because we are spontaneous and adventurous travelers. We told the owner of the hostel “give us back our money! We are peace-ing out!” 

I’m exaggerating. It didn’t go down like that. We were very polite and considerate American travelers because god damn it if I’m not going to try to tear down some of the stereotypes about american tourists. (despite the whole Mexican spring break cliche)

And we got on a ferry to Playa Del Carmen! 


Thoughts About Time

I have these thoughts that make me really happy and so I wanted to share one. 

So whenever I’m feeling like this:


I have this thought about time.

So, I know that I pretty much have no real understanding of time. I am aware that it is more than a linear progression. I’ve watched enough documentaries and Dr. Who episodes to come to that conclusion, but I’ve just never been able to really wrap my mind around what is time really.

But I have this thought. 

If you think about it, every second is being lived and experienced differently by every person on earth. So technically it’s not one second, it’s 7 billion seconds.

But then what if it was less than a second.

What if it was a moment?

What if you thought about how every moment is really billions of moments and then time becomes so much larger than just what you are experiencing.

And the whole concept of parallel universes makes more sense because it’s like different versions of the same timeline are being experienced simultaneously by each person. There are really billions of universes all existing at the same time.

And then I feel kind of small. 

But also infinite. 

And that makes me happy. Maybe not less confused, but kind of inspired.


The Rainbow Story

I was leaving my internship on Wednesday last week and I was tired and I had gotten out a little late. So it’s about 6:45 and I’m walking to my car when I see that

I got a freaking parking ticket!

And the worst thing was that it was at 6:37!

It was also my 2nd parking ticket in like 2 weeks. So I was suddenly furious. And I get in my car and I’m just fuming and I’m driving around the busy streets in Venice. And I know that I’m going to have to get into traffic for 2 hours, so I’m just allowing myself to get really, really pissed.

And I turn onto the ramp to get onto the freeway when I look ahead at the horizon and…

I see a freaking rainbow

Right on the horizon.

Right above the mountains.

And I love rainbows.

And I was filled with such immediate joy. And I was aware immediately of the way I had just been spinning myself into the feeling of being so mad.

I just started laughing. Like cracking up. Like a crazy person alone in my car. I’m pretty sure I legitimately exclaimed out loud to myself “A rainbow! Oh my god! It’s so beautiful! It’s so amazing!”

I’m afraid the traffic is doing things to my psyche. 

And I realized Selena Gomez’s “Who Says” was playing in my car and I just laughed and laughed.

Because who says your not perfect.

I certainly feel like I am.


Current State Of The Union

Why isn’t crossroads the most popular movie of our generation?


Britney Spears, Zoe Saldana, and Pensitucky from Orange is the New Black on a road trip of self-discovery. And karaoke is involved.

Tell me this is NOT a recipe for a perfect movie. 

There’s a Britney losing her virginity scene. Zoe punches a guy in the face. They are very, very southern. And Britney sings “Not Yet A Woman”.

This movie is incredible and I can’t believe I had never seen it until this afternoon. 

i cried in simply vocale today

And this was literally because I was just so happy.

We were singing “Safe and Sound” which is a new arrangement, and freaking beautiful. And I don’t know what it is about now, and maybe I’m PMSing, but there was something amazing with the energy in the room.

And I felt BLISS. 

It was like the feeling I had on the roof in Malaysia where Terese was playing ‘My Heart Will Go On’ on the ukelele and I started crying because I was just so happy.

How do you put into words the feeling that everything is in perfect harmony?

When you have this sort of serene happiness that just wells up inside you.

There is harmony in that group. 

I am having big moments of awareness.

Something is going on in the Universe which is bringing me to a completely centered place where I’m having these huge mindful realizations and it’s making me so happy!

I have more to say!

But maybe I will form a cohesive essay about all my life discoveries when it’s not 1am on Sunday night, I have 2 Midterms tomorrow, and my hands are sore because I spent the whole morning doing henna for people.

That’s gonna be a money-making thing I just know it!

Keep up the Bliss, Universe!