All is WHELL.

When video-recording of crazy dancing roommates is done--that's when you know when Apartment 29 is back together again.
When windows have been decorated with funny quotes. . .Apartment 29 is right.
When you are getting less done and laughing about everything when you are home. . .Apartment 29 is happy again.
When popcorn is popped and the smell of popcorn permeates the air. . .Apt 29 has reunited.
When you hear screaming--"Stuck like Glue"--at 12:30 am, all is right in Apartment 29.
When there is late night laughing and looking forward to coming home. . .Apartment 29 is back in business.
When primary songs are turned into, "I will go, I will EAAAAAT the things my roommate cooks". . .Apartment 29 is filled with joy.

It's been a rough couple of weeks--but it seems as if we have weathered this storm.

It's nice coming home to laughter and smiles. . .

I AM having fun....

Just keep telling yourself that.

We are in Vernal right now. Party hardy. Being back to school is pretty awesome. We are all refreshed and ready to start a new semester; full of cute boys, funny stories, and general awesomeness.

We are watching Casablanca in Cec's house. Seriously, this is something that I would have never done last year. I LOVE it.

The Property, Main street, Dino Museum, Treasures, Wedding crashers, Invictus, Cecilly driving, 3 station town, Urban pop, road block in the heart, Kids and pancakes.

This weekend has been bomb. This whole week has been bomb.

Although our apartment started off a lil' rocky, everything is getting better.

We had a really funny instance in the car driving to Vernal. We were discussing our FAVORITE youtube clip ever,


Cecilly had the audacity to ask what HUN CAL FRO YO was. REALLY?!??!!?

Apparently no in the car (except for me) knew what it was. There was a long pause in the car, and I yelled, REALLY?!?!?! It was definitely a Harvard Sailing Team moment, we then went on to quote the rest of the video.

The 3/4ths of Apartment 29 in Vernal is having so much fun. It is awesome to get to know where Cecilly grew up--the place that made her so weird. :) It is so exciting to see people in their "natural habitats" you get to see how people interact. I love it.

Stay Too Legit to Quit.

vERNAL pICTURES

Raising The Dead

I’d like to think that this post is the beginning of many more posts, like raising our blog from the dead, but I don’t know if it will.  I can hope right?  Just because we haven’t blogged, doesn’t mean that we haven’t been doing anything.  We’ve been just as exciting and busy as we can possibly be.  I don’t want to describe everything, but I’ll put pictures of the times.  After all, one picture can tell a whole story. 

This weekend we’re sitting around in Vernal with Cecilly.  I really like it here actually.  The small town feel reminds me of home I think.  We’re missing a very important part of our party though.  Whitney stayed behind because of prior engagements with her sister.  Her not being around let us realize that she is the glue that keeps us together.  We’re all scatterbrained and easily distracted.  “ooh… shiny…”  when going to the walmart today for momma Fransisco, we called her about 5 times to remember what we were getting and verify that again and again. 

The time here in Vernal has been really fun and its not over yet….!!!!! :]  I love getting away from Provo, it’s so relaxing and freeing. 

Have you heard of this CHRISTMAS?!?!?!?!

Roomies are having an apartment Christmas of their own.

It's ok; we are from BYU, which means that we can change time. Ahem, Friday classes on Tuesday. Heh heh heh.

Thursday is Christmas, well for apartment 29 that is.
We are excited to open presents, eat like fat kids (well that was a given) and generally "reward" ourselves for a grueling finals week.

So eat it up, mark your calendars, CHRISTMAS IS COMING EARLY FOR APARTMENT 29!!!

Love Spells T-I-M-E

This last weekend was a strange one for apartment 29. However, it has seemed that our lil’ group has been divided, which is really easy in a four person apartment.
This story is so completely circumstantial, so ridiculous, you may not believe it happened in a 24-hour time period.

It all started on Sunday. Lil’ ames told Whitney and I that she was going to go to a party (Sat night) she didn’t come back until Sunday morning, wearing a DUDES SHIRT!!!! At first, I was baffled, but then I thought that Ames probably just borrowed it from a guy friend or something. (Honestly, my first thought was, ‘I’ve been that shirt on James before, it looks heckalot familiar”, but I discarded this thought as foolish.) Whitney, Cecilly and I skipped to church, but we knew all was not well in apartment 29. After sacrament meeting, Whitney decided that we needed to go get Ames and have her come to church. We all trooped back to the apartment, and Ames seemed so out of it. None of us thought she did anything wrong, we were just sad that she was missing church! Cecilly had me and Whitney sit down and we listened to President Uchdorf’s general conference talk, where he talked about knowing what is important in life. After the talk was over, Cecilly and Ames called Whitney and I into the room…

They had played a lil’ trick on us. It was essentially a test for the roomies, I think we passed. We were able to talk openly about what had been bothering us and what we needed to work on as an apartment and individually. This is what I took away from it: don’t act like a fool all the time, be responsible so not only one person has to, don’t assume everyone is ok…you have to ask, don’t judge people on what they appear to do, but what they actually do.

That last part really stuck with me. I had never really thought about what I thought about Ames. I guess, I have always treated her maybe a little differently than Whitney and Cecilly. And I really appreciated that we could all talk.
Amidst all this talking, we accidentally missed Sunday school and Relief Society. I think that resolving roommate issues was a more pressing issue because they are the little “family” that we have in college. It’s hard to go to church if you have issues with your family.

After getting home, we get a knock on the door…at first we thought it was James because he was our photographer for our roomie pictures we were going to do later that day. But LO AND BEHOLD…a troop of young ladies…the Relief Society Presidency.
As they made their way to our couch, we were baffled by their visit. We had missed two church meetings, but we had gone the most important, Sacrament meeting!
After many long and awkward pauses and questions, they ended up leaving, and we were confused as ever.

But, we had no time to lose. As it so happened, Apt 29 decided a couple weeks ago that this Sunday was going to be roomie pic Sunday. We chose James as our photographer.

Piling into the bug, we were happy as could be, it was a beautiful day and we were content. We swung by my house to get my camera. I was able to give everybody a tour of my house, which turned into James jumping on my bed, acting the inverse of his age. This was just the beginning.

Driving to Sundance (where we took the pics) was a huge ordeal. James literally was being a kid. He tried to put his feet on the dashboard, whined about the temperature in the car, distracted me while I was driving and made us re-consider asking him to be our photographer. I honestly did not mind his behavior, which I find rather hilarious and endearing, but the looks on the faces of my roomies told me they thought otherwise.

Sundance was beautiful. I was really psyched to get some great pics. Turned out that the batteries on my camera were dying. James was having too much fun with the camera, which he couldn’t figure out, and tempers started flaring; including mine.


When we arrived back to the apartment complex, Cecilly and I sought refuge in Apt 24. They were just chilling on their couches listening to Christmas music. Cecilly and I arrived in our footsie pajamas confused and agitated. It was so strange, I wanted to cry, laugh, yell…all at the same time. The day was just so strange that I didn’t even know what to feel. I was glad I talked to the roomies, happy I got to spend time with James, sad that he was being weird, laughed because it was funny, sad because talking with the roomies made me realize things I’ve been doing wrong…But talking to Ryan really calmed me. He put things into perspective and just talking to him and getting his thoughts on thing made me realize how silly I am…
We left calm and collected, with our minds at ease.

But still….
WHAT A WEIRD DAY.

That's How We Roll (not just the fat kid kind of roll)

Ward party. Funny. FUNNY. Our apt arrived 30 minutes late because we all have lives and things to do, but we got there JUST in time for everyone to applaud our entrance (okay, so they were clapping for someone who won some gingerbread decorating contest, but w) and a prayer over the food. After sneaking to the front of the line, we flirted with the food server guy, decided to hook Ames up with him, and then giggled to ourselves as everyone around us kept their volume to half of ours. We had a friend that joined us... name slips me. Well, Nelly & Whitney went back for fifths or something, so while they were absent I slipped under the table and waited for their return. Once they were seated, insulted me having to "go to the bathroom" (where they THOUGHT I was), then I GRABBED Neltje's legs.
She YELPED. The room of 15 round tables and probably 50/75 people went dead quiet. I could only snicker as I stayed under the table and imagine the mortification she was experiencing.
Well, it got people to come to our table and talk to us, even though we're quite certain they all think we're terrible people behind our backs.
I nearly died on eating the meat because someone decided to say a really sarcastic phrase right as I was eating, so naturally I inhaled my food and spent 15 minutes trying not to die. :)
All in good fun.


Last to arrive, first to leave the ward party.
That's how we roll.