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~*

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.