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.

We don't need friends...WE HAVE EACH OTHER..and our VENT MONKEYS

So last night....I had seemed to misplace my 12 pack of Mountain Dew, I was beyond heart broken. That stuff is the LOVE of my life. I don't know what I would do without it. And Whitney, being the best friend she is...tried to calm my spaz attack. I thought I was going crazy...she then made a brilliant statement..."IT'S THE VENT MONKEYS!!!"

Guess what...I looked by our vent...guess what was there....MY MOUNTAIN DEW.

I just want to say...I FREAKING LOVE THESE ROOMMATES. I don't know what I did to luck out to hvae such a great group of girls.

Besides the fact that we all stayed up past our bedtime...these girls rock.

I wasn't feeling too great last night...but that doesn't stop my roommates. Does anything ever stop a bunch of fat kids that want some cake? Yeah, that's what I thought. I was amazed at how they so selflessly were willing to make me laugh even though they all had problems of their own.

One roomie exclaimed, "ALL YOU DO IS COMMENT ON YOUR ROOMMATES' STATUS'! WE ALL HAVE A CRUSH ON EACH OTHER....AND WE NEED TO STOP".

You know...mayhaps not. It's an apartment crush, and its too bad there isn't a guy version of our apartment...because I would recommend that we marry them.

You guys are the best thing since Diet Mountain Dew...and that's sayin something. But don't think that for a minute I am going to give you guys a hug...(our apartment has this awesome "Personal Bubble" policy) Some think its a little much--but it works.

Just a little shout out to all of you! :) If you guys liked Diet Mountain Dew, I would share with you...that's how much I love you guys.

Stay Too Legit to QUIT.

Dance lab ditching, temple giggles, Freddy Krueger's Christmas, night stair-running

Ready to RUN!!!

Neltje came as wingman to dance lab... but we ditched anyway. Off to la temple went Whitney, Neltje, and myself. We hit a FIT of giggles when I whispered to Whitney & Neltje if they had seen Mr. Krueger's Christmas. That led to a sick questioning about Freddy Krueger's Christmas... fits of giggles ensued. We should never go to the temple together again.

We is ready to RUUUUNNN!!

Night running is our 2-day habit. Work hard, play hard. We've gotten the latter down, but the first.. oooh...


Midnight came around and I was just about ready to shower. I didn't have any shampoo or conditioner, so I made a silent li'l resolve to hit Wal-Mart. I half-heartedly asked Neltje if she wanted to join. Affirmative. Whitney. Li'l Ames and Coben were already going to go, so they hopped on board.


Off we set in the U.S.S. Cecilly. That's right--the boat. Off we sailed for a two hour shopping experience for a total of twelve items.

Chocolate covered cherries: relive days of fat childhood.

Yummy snowman donut!

Entering the store, the fat kids were naturally attracted to the holiday assortment of fat goodies to stuff our faces with. Snowman-shaped donuts captured our hearts, so we journeyed to find more clearance food items. All to no avail. In the meantime, Neltje, Whitney, and I schemed to get Li'l Ames and Coben to fall in love--sending them off scurrying for a lemon. Naturally, they returned with the most grotesque looking lemon. But this lemon was of dire importante-ness! Our apartment smells like "butt," according to one anonymous roommate.
Plush pillow animal friends got Ames to giggle in delight; Neltje naturally headed for Hostess. Whitney was attempting to keep the demons under control; I was busy losing my credit card; Coben was all eyes for Ames. Naturally. Who thought that a 1 a.m. outta control Wal-Mart run would cause credit cards to be lost?? Who knew? But Whitney works miracles and FOUND it!
Checking out. Exiting the parking lot. The boat steered clear of the copper in the lot. He was there when we entered and freaked us out, but we had dismissed him from our mind to occupy our attentions with more delightful giggling in the store. But he was back. And we were determined to dodge him.
He thought otherwise.
After nearly running a red light, we carefully obeyed the laws of the land. I actually have an internal radar connected to all police cars on the system, and I can read the policemen's minds, so... um.... I'm actually the world's best cop in disguise. Like Batman. I actually can um... drop my voice four octaves to match his, so...
well, I delightfully screamed, insisting he was following us. Turn right. He follows. Slow down, he slows. Change lanes. Oh my gosh, we have a shadow. Yep, we're sunk. Like the Titanic. Our ship hit an iceberg when those red and blue flashing lights brightened our back window like Christmas lights. Only... watching the Christmas lights on our tree gives a LITTLE more of a thrill than watching police lights in the rearview mirror... not sure why.... Well, LUCKILY I actually got a license again (after losing it) and my car was repaired after failing inspection today. So... we were A-OKAY. He followed us to get on my grill about expired license. One step ahead of you, doooood.


Canyon Terrace. No parking spots. One open on the road which requires parallel parking. Only my greatest fear next to being attacked by gorillas. Nelly and Whitney taughted me how to parallel park!! JOYOUS!


Then the tots are cooked, donuts halved, music played, and nothing productive happening until about 3 a.m.


~*Giggle~*