I'll be home for christmas

Thanksgiving break was not what i expected.  the time at home is a story in itself, but the rides there and back were honestly, hell.  On the way up we left early, skipping all classes so that we could beat the border closure.  We made it past the border only to be stopped in snowville.... where we went on a closed road.  I'm sure it sounds really simple and not that bad but the roads were really bad.  --> that is all we could see out the front window.  Brock Johanson is my hero.  he made it through the snow and iced roads.  It took us 12 hours to make a 6 hour drive.  We got stopped by a cop on the closed road and they made us take the back roads to get to boise.  The back roads were worse than the closed road.. hence the reason they are NOW closed.  The whole trip was scary but the trip back to utah was worse. 
The weather was better, and we were more prepared, but the stories that we heard were horrible.  We went through nevada because the I 84 was closed and the I 15 clas closed as well.   the roads were bad but wayy better than before.  We received a phone call on the way back to utah saying that austin's brother's relative was killed in pocatello, so to be careful.  I was sad for them , but had no connection so I didnt understand, or so I thought.  I learned today that that boy who was killed, was one of my friends in High School.  he was dating one of my best friends too.  Its hard to comprehend something like this.  He was 1 month off of his mission.  they spun into oncoming traffic and he was the one who got out to shovel the car out of the way, when he was hit by another out of control driver and died at the scene.  I should be doing homework, but its hard to concentrate, i guess i'm still in shock.  I dont really want to drive home for christmas.  But i'll be home for Christmas. 
http://www.ktvb.com/news/Young-Meridian-man-dies-trying-to-dig-car-out-of-snow-110952524.html
  Dallin ... Loved by all and remembered forever. Forever in the hearts of those you touched :')
~A~

I think I threw up Christmas...

"That's a lot of Christmas decorations." 
"They must love Chirstmas." 
"Maybe Christmas loves them, it looks like if Christmas threw up, this would be the result."  
"Poor Christmas, I hope he's ok." 
*conversation that took place in my dream*




Behold Apartment 29. 
Tree. 
Lights. 
Love. 


Did Christmas really throw-up in our apartment? 
Yes. 


After receiving many threatening texts/phone calls from a certain roomie, I finally arrived back at the apartment. And O how I had missed it. From the dirty sink to the uncomfortable couch, I was glad to be back. Not even within five minutes of my arrival, I was ambushed by the roommates insisting that we ABSOFRUITLY HAD to decorate the apartment for Christmas. It seemed to me that it was death or decorating. I chose decorating. 


As the Christmas music played, spirits rose, and all the lethargy immediately left my body. I was...we were decorating demons. 


We were as Christmas elves filled with the spirit of the holidays. We were on Christmas mode for about six joyous hours. In that time: 


The tree was made with care.
Ornaments were hung.
The nativity was placed on the window with love. 
Even the stolen STOP sign was decorated (more like vandalized...but its ok, because its STOLEN). 
Christmas lights were hung. 
Banana bread was made (not Christmasy but, we did it) 
Christmas cookies were made
People were stalked. 
Crap Corner created. 
A "snowman" was made...but the snow sucked so...lame sauce
We vandalized the windows of all of our "friends" (all in the Christmas spirit of course)


We did all of this and it was ONLY 10 pm. We were high--on CHRISTMAS!!!! 
We were so joyous that we made James come over to the apartment and anticipated his arrival by sittin' at the windows looking as joyous as fat kids when the cinnamon rolls they are baking are just ready to come out of the oven. 


And all is well in Apartment 29. 

I Miss US Alreaaaaady!!!!!

How are we going to survive the next 5 days without each other???? JUST SAYIN'.

**~Giggle**~

Our Roots Just Aren't Deep Enough

To celebrate the joyous Thanksgiving holiday, we decided to MAKE a Gratitude Tree. Out we set w/ scissors (danger danger!!) and tracing our hands. *Note: No fingers were a casualty during this activity*. The original idea was to have random people from the apt complex walk by and add their hand to the tree, but we got a li'l exclusive about whose hands we wanted on our tree. Maybe that is the reason why just one week after putting our tree up  the wind blew it violently around, causing the trunk to split right up the middle.

Unfortunately, we placed more faith in our tree and neglected to get a picture earlier while it was still whole.

Bad things happen when you get exclusive. 

*~Giggle~*

HP...just sayin...

Hoppin for Harry Potter!

12000 Calories. 14 Acid Pops. 2 Gallons of Butterbeer. 31 Galleons. 42 Chocolate covered wands. 6 hot chocolates.  And 156 Red vines later…

We were the proud viewers of Harry Potter SEVEN, part one (mind you). Harry Potter. Harry Potter. Harry. Potter. Harry. Potter.

No sleep on Thursday. We had dressed up like “easy little school girls”. Its kind of hard to dress up as exact Harry Potter characters if you don’t look identical to them. However, Beegie did beat all of us “easy school girls” and knocked his outfit out of the park. He had an awesome cape and really did look like a wizard. Props to him.

The whole group of the crazies!

We drove all the way to American Fork *which is about 30 min north of Provo* because EVERYONE and their mom in Provo wanted to see HP as well. It was definitely worth it. Luckily Beegie drove us. We got there and the line was huge (and we didn’t even get the midnight showing, we got 12:11, which is an utter disappointment). We would have been way late, but my awesome mom saved us a spot in line! Very kind of her, no?

Sittin in a circle just being wizards. 

Standing in line was probably the best part of the night. We were all insane and even out of all the crazy HP fans, we stood out. We were screaming spells and incantations for the time we were out there. I am one hundred percent sure that everyone in that line hated us….except for maybe…CHRIS….(I will let Cecilly talk about that one). There was milk spilled and people laughing and wands that were taken away. It was truly magical. 

We were then herded inside…where we poured ourselves 5 cups of Butterbeer…which I am sure had at least 2% of alcohol. It definitely gave us the kick to end our night right…

Butterbeer=craziness

We then sat in utter awesomeness for about two and a half hours. (Despite the promiscuous 12 year olds and the sketchy high schoolers behind us). My mind was blown, probably the best HP yet. It was very true to the book. When we drove back, we got into this deep conversation about HP teaching us life lessons. Granted, it was only me n’ Beegie because everyone was squished in the back.

HP brings friends together forever. 

No sleep. Sugar shock. But being able to spend 8 hours of my life with some of the craziest/funniest people ever…

PRICELESS. (no amount of galleons could ever make me take that night back)…
Just sayin…

Stay too legit to quit. 

Harry Potter 7... nuff said
--A--

-Basically this will be us tonight.. minus the asian ;]

Happy Birthday Ryan; I'm trying to kill you

I had a brilliant beyond brilliant idea for all of us to make a big, huge cookie for Ryan's birthday because we like him. People dropped like flies, but I was dedicated to this cause. All it took was constantly looking at the pictures of this massive cookie to get me motivated. After coercing Gibbs to get me chocolate chip cookies, I began making my delightful treat at the glorious hour of midnight. Stuck 'em in the stove. Neltje and I had a wonderful chat in the kitchen. I checked on my cookies for the fifteenth time only to see that not much was going on there; I turned off the stove, then turned it up again. And it clicked on. Dang the bad luck. Because I'm a little *special,* I put it in the oven but it didn't actually COOK for an hour.

Finally at 1:45 they finished, and Neltje and I tried it. She commented, "Happy Birthday, Ryan; I'm trying to kill you." Nothing like sweet roommates to make you feel better about your cooking skills. 

*~Giggle*~

OUR diet starts tomorrow

Recently, our apartment may have become obsessed with one little YouTube video. Boys will be girls (courtesy of the Harvard Sailing team). Ever heard of it? We may or may not have watched this video about fifteen times…in the last two days. Hey…we’ve got lives. We SWEAR. We have become obsessed with this video because…alas…it may be true. Girls can sometimes be psychotic. This video is true. It goes through how girls hang out and analyze things. In the opening seconds, one of the guys calls his girl and the conversation is as follows: “Hey honey. How's it going? What are you doing? Who are you with? Where are you are you? Are you doing something cool? I wanna know what you're doing and who you're talking to. And I wanna know everything that you're doing. And I don't want you to act like I'm being annoying. I just want you to answer all my questions.” Sound familiar to any girls out there? It’s because it is. Guilty as charged. Considering recent circumstances involving members of our apartment and one unmentionable boy—this video speaks to us all. Go watch this video. If you are a guy, this will shed light on the ever crazy world of girls. If you are a girl, this will make you laugh because it’s so true.

Stay too legit to quit

Welcome to the pad!!!!!

Today was a much needed day of fun!  Not only did we get the best free food I have ever eaten, but we also got to leave a note for our dear friend beegie. :]
We went to the party and I would like to clarify something Neltje said... we didnt not steal m&ms... they made me hold the stolen m&ms... but its ok "we're not mad!!"  2 chinese fire drills on the way home completely made up for it!
You're probably wondering why in this picture I'm holding a bag of pads..  would it help if i said there's only plastic bags in that bag??  yeah i guessed not.  But Beegie was curious and kept asking us questions about pads v.s. tampons! Weird, yes... but true.  There were more awkward questions that I would mention but you would turn red, so i will spare you.
We (I) left the present for Beegie in his house right behind the door with a note saying "Dear Beegie, if you have any questions just call... we're here for you during this very confusing time.." and this was the reaction that we got... "You guys traumatized my roommates...for real michael had a spasm attack, david cried and lucas has a twitch now..." But we DIED laughing. 
--and thats just the way it is--A

Monday Madness

HAPPY MONDAY! For reals, its been quite happy. NOT. Mondays always are just so hard to get yourself started and motivated. As one of the roomies said, “When I got up, I just wanted to DIE.” Sounds about right.

I’ve been running on about no sleep at all, and getting up this morning was quite hard. Whitney and I have a little workout group (which is part of Cecilly’s goals to come to) and you could say that Beegie is a pretty frequent member. Wanna know the real reason I go? CUZ I’m a fatty-Mc-Fatster. We swam today, and it was FUN.

The rest of the day was filled with classes and being oh-so-productive.

So today, instead of FHE, we had much better things to do. WHITNEY’s family was in town. They have this tradition where they make dinner for their kids and their friends. There was cheese, burritos and fat kid delacacies. Us fat kids had pretty much died and gone to heaven. It was a little bit awkward because I had to go with Beegie (Whitney was going to be late because she had class—but she still wanted us to get food) it was scary because Beegie and a car DO NOT MIX. About 93% of the time, I am afraid for my life. The other 7% I am passed out/crying/hyperventilating. It’s seriously a miracle that Beegie hasn’t been in an accident. God loves him. Or maybe me.

Dinner was fantastic. We happened upon a DATE Magic 8 Ball. That pretty much entertained us for about the whole time. Questions ranged from meeting “the one” to us going on our “hot hot hot” date. Apt. 29 has pretty much planned this hot date out. There are very wonderful boys in our apartment complex that are screaming marriage material, and we want to get on that. We are all going to ask boys that we would never ask out. The variety ranges from Wildlife Lover to Awkward Roommates to Non-social boys. Don’t worry, we will blog about it, when the day comes. The Magic 8 Ball said that we were going to go on this date. And everyone knows that the Magic 8 Ball does not lie. Ever…Back to the party…

The party was separated into two floors: the “adult” floor and the “kid” floor. Take a stab at which one we were at. THE KID FLOOR. We stuffed our faces with burritos and cake. Fat kid heaven. Fat. Kid. HEAVEN. We even stole a cup-full of peanut M&Ms. They are sitting on the table which is in our already dirty apartment. Law of Entropy baby.  

Stay too legit to quit

Bringing culture to our lives

So, today we were all sitting in the front of the apartment just minding our own business, when Beegie brought his Ecuadorian friends over.  He usually comes over randomly, so that part wasn't unusual, but this trip was full of ulterior motives.  He was totally trying to set me up with his friend!!  First of all I was being really anti-social, studying for a test, so Beegie comes over and tells me "go say hi!"  I was like... really? Beeg.. look at my hair and all he said was "you're blonde.. he thinks you're cute." But Beeg has lied to me before, so I was skeptical... I became somewhat social when Beeg tells me to walk back over to the living room so he could compare my heights with his friend.  Beegie is NOT very good at being inconspicuous. 

After this whole fiasco was over and Beeg had left, we had an apartment counsel and decided that they were quite cute.  The rest of the story is.... to be continued...
--and thats just the way it is --A

The Law of Fat Kids and Dishes

What can happen in six hours? You can hike the Y. You can  study for a test, take it, and fail it. You can take a nap. You can go to SLC. You can watch He’s Just Not That Into You. Let’s be honest, you could probably do all that I just listed. But, Apartment 29, we IZ SPEEECIAL. Guess what we can do in 6 hours time? You guessed…probably wrong. No we did not ROB a BANK, or prank someone, or have a random dance party. It’s much simpler and classier. Psssssssssshhhhhhh……NOT.

Give us a clean room. And in less than 6 hours…BAM. Done. MESSY as HECK. No joke. It must be the heavy traffic that we experience, from us coming in and going out, that or little goblins live in our vents. I’m going to say the latter.

Our apartment cannot stay clean for more than 6 hours. Don’t question it. It’s true. You could say that it is as good as a scientific maxim. Or it’s more along the lines of entropy.  Faster than you can say “triskaidekaphobia” a once sparkling, clean apartment is transformed into a room that has more crap than …………[as I write this, one of our friends says “Cookies”. Faster than a fat kid can shove a pop-tart in his mouth, we start jumping up and down and screaming about the possibilities of what kind of cookies they are and how we can get our fat lil’ hands on ‘em and in our stomachs]……...this may be what contributes to the messiness of our apartment. WE ARE FAT KIDS.

WE DON’T PICK UP AFTER OURSELVES. I am not saying this cuz I’m mad, I’m just sayin’…here’s another rule for ya. If there’s one dish in the sink, it’s a lost cause. It like saying, “hey! There’s a dish in here, that means that YOU don’t have to wash your dishes!” I know for me, I don’t feel as guilty when I see one little dish in there. It’s giving me a license to not wash them. It feels good.

But, hey, our apartment is messy. YOU CAN’T CHANGE US! That’s what we do. We sporadically clean for three hours like maniacs and then sit on our lazy bums for three days not cleaning a thing. It’s not bad. It's us.

  

Stay too legit to quit. 

This is what happens when we get out…

Late one stormy night…or…on a lazy night where none of us felt particularly inclined to cook, we went out on the town. In N’ Out, baby! A li’l bit of California is yours truly: Orem, Utah. This was the very beginning of all beginnings of the Adventures 
of Apt. 29. 
We became sailors with the rockin’ hats. As we chowed down, Whitney and I made a point to RACE to see who could type quotes into their phone fastest--so when someone said something funny, only a millisecond was lost before we were fumbling for our phones with greasy hands and ketchup fingers--but that doesn't matter if you WON!

Usually we tied. Shoot, dude.

On the way home in order to REALLY mix things up, we Chinese Firedrilled it. On the SECOND drill, some boy from the car behind us ran up to the doors and ALMOST got in our car!!! He would have had the light not turned red. We were trippin scared. ;) But we had our hats on, so ‘sall good!!!
We are epic.  

*~Giggle*~