Future Mrs. Dumbledore

We don't want to speak too soon but we've had a good finals week thus far. In fact, it might be better than normal, non-finals weeks.

Let us give you the reasons:

We have an excuse to do one of our favorite things–sit in our room.

No classes.

Sure we study, but we have a music session every 30 minutes.

Between that we make sure to watch this video.

(the beginning is our favorite)

And have been attempting to learn the stanky leg. . .Thanks to our suitemates we've got a good start.

We also bought each other Christmas presents.

Here they are.

Extra large.

Some hall mates made everyone cinnamon rolls because of all the hard studying that's been going on. Hot dog.

We remembered photo booth.

We also received a surprise today. Clair and Terry sent us a package in the mail. Complete with treats and Lammy. This Lammy has really taken our hearts.

Our friend Laura had us over for dinner. She's real sweet to do that. It reminded us that we don't know how to cook.

Oh, and we took some finals. Which have been fine.

sorry about the break up

Now that Thanksgiving is out of the way, the most wonderful time of the year is upon us. Usually we like to celebrate this time in style with five other steezy girls by wearing our Christmas finest, but those girls were not accessible except through Skype, ichat, Facebook, email, snail mail, or the actual telephone. So, we had to make alternative arrangements. Enter: FHE. Now, fake Family Home Evening here is something we have a love/hate relationship with. Actually, it's more like a like/dislike relationship. We like going, we dislike thinking about having to go. Understand? However, tonight we took our first ever (and last ever) family Christmas card. We (meaning us, Ally and Lisa, not our deadbeat family) gathered all eighteen of our festive sweaters, and handed them out like prescriptions at a free health clinic. As our fake brothers and sisters and parents pulled on the sweater they selected from the storage bin, we truly felt that we were spreading happiness. Nay, we were spreading joy. Getting other people to look as bad as we do every December was truly gratifying.

As we approach our first round of college finals, we'll try to remember the feeling we got as we watched a full grown nineteen year old boy squeeze into Ally's Deck the Halls with Cows on Holly sweater. And we'll be okay.

Mum and Dad.

Guess who posed them like that. We did. All of those high school dances really paid off.

Twins!

Collectively we had great Thanksgivings, thanks for asking. Lisa went to LP (Lake Powell) and Ally went to the EMT (East Milcreek Township). We just saved time by using acronyms. That's efficiency.

Ally was in charge of making the yams for Thanksgiving dinner because "nobody likes them anyway, so it's okay if you mess them up." Yep. They turned out great even though comments like "I think the world would be fine without yams. Maybe even better off" or "Ew. Why do people insist on serving these?" were said by various family members as the plate was being passed around the table. Setting the table, filling the water glasses, and making ice cream cone cornucopias are still the best dinner party chores out there. Some other Thanksgiving highlights were resurrecting Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat from the Morgan's dusty CD binder, seeing the lights at Temple Square, watching most of The Amazing Race-Season 1 again, and running the Human Race - not literally controlling the entire population, just participating in a 5K.

Lisa forgot to take her normal coat to Lake Powell, and it was cold. She enjoyed hiking in a peacoat, though. It's probably an experience everyone should have. Or not. Whatever. The Dicksons ate a real turkey, said Navajo a lot, and Lisa came back to DJ Hally Hall with a new tube of Cherry Dr. Pepper chapstick that automatically makes her a little cooler than Ally. She and her family also enjoyed attending many places that took pride in being so close to a large structure that blocks water, such as: The Dam Bar and Grill, and The Dam Bowling Alley. It was a ton of "dam" fun. It also turns out that Lisa is bad at games, but she did reach her bowling goals. She broke a seventy in both games played. That's what's up.

Mr. Lonely

Seeing that winter is upon us, Lisa thought it would be a perfect time to share her eventful fall.

It started with a visit to the transcontinental railroad.

Followed by delicious peaches in Brigham City.

And completed with apple juice making with the cousins.

What a delight!

I Would Feed it a Grenade

We both did poorly on our tests.

The system beat us.

After a discouraging day yesterday, we decided to come up with a list of things we are good at in order to buoy up our spirits. We came up with sweating. We are both really good at that. Since that was all we had, we took it too far, or maybe just far enough. We got to the point of exclaiming, "our bodies are super efficient!" At least we have that. And some optimism.

Halloweems

For our Halloween update, you're going to want to look at this. We realize we are infringing on patents, copy rights, trade marks, or what have you, but we think the extra hits the Nattles & Han blog will receive should make up for it.

http://nattles-and-han.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-artsy-if-you-think-about-it.html

Thnx 4 da gr8 weekend, gurls.

GOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ally and Lisa both went home for the evening.

We both brought back sombreros.

Without collaborating.

All dawgieees go to Heaven 2

Last Friday da crew picked Sarah up from the Salt Lake City international airport. We had a pretty mean sign with a pumpkin (for All Hallows Eve) and a pick axe (for them Colorado Miners). We also had a child-with-ice cream shaped balloon. Ally accidentally hit a woman in the back of the head with that child-with-ice cream shaped balloon, but that's a long story. False, we just told you the whole thing.

N-E wayz, we took some pictures at the airport, but we don't have them. A traveling businessman did ask us if he could take our picture on his Blackberry because we looked "so cute." We said yes, so he did. Perhaps we could get him to electronically mail that photo. cha, right. We had to compete for welcoming space with a family waiting to see Mitchell arrive home from Japan. We understand two years serving the Lord is a long time, but not everything's about you. just kidding (jk)

After we succeeded in leaving the airport parking lot, we headed to Yogurt Stop, where we made some yogurt concoctions a whole kindergarten class would have loved, and which happened to suit our tastes as well.

For Saturday we made some reservations at the Mayan. Natalie made the call to reserve those reservations. We believe her words were something like "..and, can we have a table right up close to all the action?" As a result, we found ourselves seated directly at the base of the largest fake Mayan cliffs in all of Salt Lake County. Perfect. The Mayan doesn't have good food, or great service, or a nice environment, and it's weird to have jungle-y dressed people offer to make you balloon animals, but it feels like home. If we were Mayan.




We apologize. We don't have enough blogging experience to know how to rotate this video, but we think it's worth it. Like, how hard is it to turn your head? Gosh. The dive is cool and stuff, but we like how you can hear Hannah say, "Oh my gosh. He is ripped!" Listen for yourself.

A woman was standing extremely close to the divers - enthralled, no doubt. Who can blame her? She ended up getting a wall of water to the face after a diver landed not-so-perfectly straight in the water. Luckily, a Mayan employee was there to comfort her.



After the Mayan, we went to the Dickson residence where we had a impromptu birthday party, which is really the best kind of birthday party you could have.



On Sunday, we had a final get-together in the Hanks' basement. It was fun.


No, but seriously, it was.

Lisa told Hannah she would never let go. They're still in the basement. (not really!)


This picture wasn't taken with a self-timer placed on the fireplace if that's what you're thinking. We wanted all that empty space in there.

now, I ain't sayin' she's a gold digger

Sometimes we do this.

It's called X-treme Wall Sits. Not really. We just barely called it that. Say what you want about the ladies of David John, but our thighs will be hard as rock one day.

niagra falls, or an alligator eating a hippo

Our toilet broke. Or, if you're a glass-half-full type of person, it's working more than it should.

We called maintenance. They were closed. Can you believe they close before two in the a.m.?

(erica, ally, lisa, chelsey)

We decided this had to be fixed, so we called the University Police. We calmly explained the situation, ending with the statement, "We're afraid our toilet is going to explode." It's true, we were afraid. After our toilet had been continually flushing for 34 minutes, Jeff came to save the day.

(jeff)

Jeff asked us what we were doing up so late. It's a little hard to sleep three feet away from a rushing river. Chelsey asked what he was doing up so late. Fixing our toilet. Oh. Right.

Note: We are not idiots. Our toilet isn't the normal kind, with the tank on the back. And there was no way to turn off the water. Okay, Dad?

when in doubt, bump it out

Lisa and Brittany, another DJ lady, wore the same thing but opposite. Don't believe us? Check this out.

But we could have PhotoShopped that.

In other news:

Economics has really got Ally down. They say that the best way to study is to teach someone else. Ally has no one to teach, so she can be heard whispering sweet economic terms like "scarcity" and "marginal willingness to pay" into the ears of this guy.

He's a great listener.

Holla-Days.

It turns out that we both sleep talk.

Case 1: Sunday night. Lisa slept talked, conversed actually, with Ally who thought it was funny to ask her questions. Lisa went on to talk about the next day's events. She also said things like, "We can do this!" Lisa thinks it was all in preparation for her American Heritage test that Monday.

Case 2: Ally was peacefully sleeping while Lisa crawled into bed after a late night of reading. It was 2 a.m., Tuesday night. Ally rolled to her side and asked, "Does your Dad get a lot of Easter mail?" Ally continued with a question about the amount of letters Lisa's brother receives. Mid-sentence, however, she awoke and realized what she was doing. The next fifteen minutes consisted of laughing, calming down, then the other started to laugh again, followed by laughing-tears, then relaxing, and laughing again. A vicious cycle. Much like homelessness.

Case 2 1/2: That same night. Ally woke up to Lisa talking again. But really, who knows what she was saying?

On another note,

When Ally gets impatient with her Economics homework, Lisa likes to turn on some appropriate work-out music and make Ally do jumping jacks and high-knees at the same time. We also like to switch it up with some Tae-Bo punches, lunges, squats, and Ally's signature dance/workout maneuvers: all in that one song. We're really mastering effective study habits.

Something Greek

A Few Noteworthy Things:

• Ally's family uses coasters now. Times change.

• Jim Morgan burnt a hole in his zip-off pants with the acid he was using to clean the pool.

• Six hour naps are possible. Don't let anyone tell you any different. You just have to work at it.

• College Shenanigans is the new Myspace.

• Visiting hours conflict with The Amazing Race.

• This weekend felt like the movie 'Now and Then.' Except it didn't include Demi Moore, Rosie O'Donnell, or Christina Ricci. But otherwise it was just the same.

• We love the Standard Seven and family.

Turn My Swag On.

Sorry. We haven't blogged in ages. Maybe two ages. Here are a few things that have made us say "blog that."

-We won a record breaking game of capture the flag. Ally accidentally cheated and got two people out of jail when she herself was an inmate. We love the blue team and hate the yellow team.

-We're hoping to get over 80% on a college test one day. Fingers crossed.


-Taylor B. had us over for a home cooked meal. She doesn't want us to say that she'll make a great wife and mother one day, so we won't.

-A boy's testimony in our ward included the statement "Never take Econ 110 and Poly Sci 150. That's a mistake." Ally is currently enrolled in both of these classes.

-While writing our physical science text book, the authors were very liberal with their exclamation points. "Particles, like bullets, would never cancel out or bend through a slit!" Who knew science could be so exciting?!!!

-A visit from Kelsey and Joyce. Always a pleasure.

-True Blue. Maybe not as cool as True Aggie night, but close.

-Our first home football game. This is all we remember.

-A night back up North. The circumstances were sad, but it was nice to see family and friends. We love the Hanks.

-Lisa and her parents got frozen yogurt then drove to three places looking for french fries. The first two were closed and the third was open, but by then they decided to just go home and make nachos.

-Sunday dinner at Erica's house.

-The Cannon Center has had a very good musical mix the past couple of days.

-We went back to Wallgreen's and once again saw Shelly, of 19th birthday cigarette fame. To our enjoyment, we learned much more about her. She was married nine years, then got divorced. She just got married again in March to a gentleman she was friends with in high school, she sometimes gets scared working the graveyard shift, and she agrees that Classic Skating makes the best birthdays. We just wanted to hug her. Fo real.

-Lisa tutored some children today and found out that the kind Cannon Center stranger who brought her a birthday treat also tutors children. His name is Sam. That's twice he's made it on our blog.

-The big talk at Helaman Halls right now is either a) who you're going to General Conference with or b) who your home teachers are. We wouldn't have it any other way.

we love that. keep it real. -attles and lis squared.

Best. Birthday. Ever.

Wow. Lisa's been nineteen for six days. She's so old, so wise. We have so much to blog about.

We woke up on that fateful Friday morning after a cigarette run to a bedroom that looked like this, courtesy of suitemates Chelsey and Erica.

As evidenced by the picture, the red streamers were in front of Ally's closet. It was fun.

When Lisa got out of the shower, Jillian and Whitney were in our room. Ally let them in. As a consequence, this guy has been a resident of 3120 since about 8:45 am, September 11th, 2009.


On Lisa's birthday afternoon we went to some school or something. We can't remember, but it was fun. We had lunch in the Canon Center together. Lisa was wearing Ally's shirt because it was her birthday.

That evening, Lisa went back to SLC for some family time - grandparents in cowboy hats, Sawadee Thai Food, presents, Texas sheet cake, the works. She missed Ally, though.

Ally went to Gen X, then Fall Fest '09. Fall Fest consisted of magic tricks, speed dating, karaoke, and a dance. Basically, it was like every other event here. It's lucky those are all of her favorite things or this place would be a nightmare. She missed Lisa, though.

The next day Ally watched the big game at the Smith Field House while Lisa did some laundry at home. Ally had time for one more Gen X trip before Lisa got back down south.

Then, the party really began.

We had some pretty big dinner plans. For the event we chose our favorite little restaurant, The Canon Center. This wasn't a normal meal, however. Table cloths, center pieces, party hats, and multiple tables were involved. The theme was dinosaur. This was the best meal we have ever had, fo real. Too excited to eat, we mostly looked around and said "this is so fun" as many times as we could get away with. We were proud of the girls from our hall who were completely game. It was a huge success. Let's just say we bought 24 party hats and an estimated 15-17 people had to do without. Yeah. One highlight of the meal was the kind Canon Center stranger who brought Lisa a fun birthday treat. Nothing says "man, I hope you have a great day" like a donut, soft serve ice cream, and Cocoa Puffs.




If we thought dinner was fun, we weren't even prepared for what came next. Two words: Classic Skating. We crimped hair, wore leggings, put on purple eye shadow, and lended out our clothes like there was no tomorrow.

It was a dream come true. We were glad to see the Classic Skating down here is in equal if not worse shape than the Sandy one.

We mostly skated solo. And we mean solo. Like, not even with each other. But we boogied, pausing every once and a while for some pictures.

After a while, we looked around and noticed that the rest of the group looked exhausted and thoroughly ready to go. We could have skated all night, but we took one for the team and agreed to head out after we danced the Hustle. The evening ended with some of Clair's cakes in the floor lounge.

And that is as close to the perfect birthday as you can get. Take that My Super Sweet Sixteen.

it's only the beginning.

There we were, popcorn reading Physical Science in the style of a Choose Your Own Adventure novel when, suddenly, midnight came upon us. And it's Lisa's birthday! We screamed. Some girls ran into our room and screamed. We turned on Aaron Carter, and screamed.

Lisa's 19. You know what that means.

We (Ally, Lisa, and Christine, a hall mate who doesn't judge) made a quick Wallgreen's run to celebrate the occasion in style.

Note: We did not actually buy these. We couldn't even pronounce Marlboro. We asked Wallgreen's worker Shelly if we could just take a picture. She commented on how sad it was that the only thing you can do when you're nineteen is buy cigarettes, then took the picture for us. She said the Y flag added a lot of class. We agree.

Lisa should have nineteenth birthdays more often.

In The Ayer

We have come up with a fool proof way to work through any room mate problems we may have. Our R.A. gave us a paper about communication and cooperation to fill out together. We haven't done it. It might be lost. This is our strategy.

Ally: Hey, Lisa, I'm really sorry I left my jeans on the floor. Oh wait, those were your jeans.

or

Lisa: Hey, Ally, I'm really sorry my music was so loud this morning. Oh wait, that was you.

Then we laugh.

Bling

A few highlights from our Labor Day(s).

Ally

-Family reunion at Heber Valley Camp. "Did I forget to mention it's great to be a Jensen?" It is.

-The Morgan family sported matching Hawaiian shirts for the ropes course.

-We watched Milo and Otis all together. My brother observed that the movie was actually just some footage shot at a farm one day and people decided to try to make a story out of it. A cat and a dog could never be best friends.

-I slept talked in a crowded cabin. I also woke up in the morning to find everyone gone and everything packed up. They all went for a hike. No thanks, I didn't want to go.

-I tried to be good with kids, but my five year old cousins didn't really understand when I asked how much they bench.

-My family performed a skit with flashlights. No big deal.

-My dad did this

for quite some time. It was just like the good old days.

-Visited Natalie and Rosie back in Salt Sleezy. Discussed sororities and hemoglobin.

-Missed Lisa.

-Went back to P-town. I took Guitar Hero so I could have some friends until Lisa got back.

-Played Guitar Hero in the third floor lounge during visiting hours.

-Watched Penelope, with sum gurlz from da hall.

-FHE on Monday. We passed around a frisbee and said stupid things. Seriously. That was our activity.

-Waited for Lisa to get home the rest of Monday.

Lisa

- Missed Ally.

-Picked David up in St. George to continue driving to Lake Powell. Met up with Julie at the Hampton Inn parking lot. Chatted. What a treat.

-Drove to Lake Powell. Busy catching up, David and I missed the exit and had to take the long way. Drove through a lightning storm as well as Colorado City; where I smiled, remembering the last time I was there.

-Arrived at 2:30 A.M. Use to it. College.

-A mixture of events for the next few days including; running, sleeping, boating, cutting fingers off (but seriously), wave runnering, Jason Bourne, reading, watching BYU football game at the restaurant on the lake (go cougars), and eating cake.

-The family sang 'Happy Birthday' to me. Early? Yes. Necessary? Also, yes.

-On the way home Mother, Dad, and I got frozen yogurt. Mother and Dad really know how to pile it on, and I'm proud of that.

-Arriving back at the ranch, I began to get teary. Let's face it. I really like my family.

-Luckily, Ally was here to welcome me with a new box of Cheerios.

-The usual bed time giggle.

-And now it is even closer to my birthday.

WILK, MARB, JSB, HFAC

We're tired and we haven't read this much since the last Harry Potter came out. But, not to disappoint, here are some highlights:

Monday-

-First day of school. It's a blur. Lisa was late to all her classes. Whatever, it's college.

-FHE. We had to come up with a rap about our "family." We are in group eight. We're not sure yet if they live up to Purple Ten.

-At FHE we reunited with Kevin Wagstaff and our BYU world met our real world. Crazy. Everyone's nametags at FHE said their middle names. While we corrected people and told them our first names, Kevin was known for the remainder of the evening as Bjorn from Norway.

-We listened to Kevin lie to people for a while, and then went back to good old 3120 to do some reading.


Tuesday:

-Second day of school. We have a Book of Mormon class together. It's a huge class. We didn't sit by each other. (Lisa was kind of late) We have to read half of the Book of Mormon in two weeks.

-At lunch we saw a small child in the Canon. Ally said "somebody put a muzzle on that kid" and Lisa said "he needs to be in a cage." We didn't really think much of it. Hopefully nobody was listening.

-Went to dinner at Zupa's with our suitemates. Saw Lisa Tate.

-Ward prayer complete with spiritual thought by Bjorn Wagstaff.

-Looked at Kevin's scooter for a minute.

-Talked to a kid who was on a dodge ball team called Team Swine Flu. They wore latex gloves and hygenic masks. We approved.

-Were favored with a clarinet solo by Dylan.


Wednesday

-We ate breakfast with Brett, who told us all about the huge party going on at the Dude Ranch. Aka, the second floor of Budge Hall. Our ward.

-Third day of school. We went to physical science together.

-Lisa had lunch with Ben who said, "We need to start breeding redheads. They're becoming extinct. They're rather sparce these days."

-Ally sat by a boy in Music 101 who said he knew nothing about music and proceeded to yell out the frequencies of every note the professor played on the piano.

-After dinner we headed to the Dude Ranch for the huge rave. Upon entering Budge we encountered a sign that said "Attention: There will NOT be a 'dance party' here tonight. " The sign lied. College kids are rule-breakers and Nathaniel led us upstairs. It was crazy. Shirts over the lights, a disco ball with a spotlight on it, a police light, some huge speakers. We danced to a few choice songs - Caribou Lou, Whatcha Say, Turn My Swag On, just to name a few - before the event was shut down by the R.A. It was a fire hazard.

-We headed to the next party in Merrill Hall. More shirts over the lights. It got pretty out of hand, so we left. Some Mountain Dew may have been involved.

-Next, we sat on the lawn outside Budge and Merrill. Kevin made everything awkward. We watched him talk to people coming out of the buildings for ages. His favorite question was "Are there, like, a lot of hot chicks in there?" He asked both boys and girls.

-Kylie and Hayley visited from Heritage. They were jealous of the Helaman social life.

-Lisa read, Ally visited the Olson/Berhow residence to hear about their adventures.

Today

-Lisa got up early.

-Ally asked the girl next to her in economics for a piece of paper. The girl had a whole notebook and said she couldn't spare a piece. Ally took notes in her planner.

-Ate lunch in the Canon with Heather. Heather left and we were sitting side by side. Lisa got more fruit and Ally moved to the other side of the table.

-More classes. Book of Mormon was cancelled.

-Terry and Clair dropped by on their way to Lake Powell.

-Went to Walmart to get Lisa's oil changed. While we waited we read the Book of Mormon on coolers in the camping aisle. It was nice to get away from it all. A family spent a long time looking at sleeping bags, but ultimately decided to buy one online.

-Dinner with Cameron, Ben, and Steve Awesome. The dream team. We hope you make Men's Choir, Cameron.

-Reading, reading, popcorn reading.

-While we were just eating Banana Nut Cheerios on our bed, we heard yelling outside. We opened our blinds and looked down to see four kids. Three were dressed like The Three Musketeers, and one was in a fat suit. We love it here.

Finally, some BYU observations

-Couples holding hands walk slow

-Parents pushing strollers walk fast

-Faux hawks, V-neck shirts, and thick frame glasses are boys' attempts to retain their individuality amidst the Honor Code.

-If you're sitting in a group of people, girls who come talk to you only introduce themselves to the boys.

-It's really bright in the morning. There's so much sun out.

-the "I was a U of U fan, but I've repented" joke is used a lot.

To All Our Adoring Fans

We're sorry about yesterday. Blogging on the Sabbath may be against the Honor Code. We're not taking any chances with our salvation.

So, we went to church at noon. It was like a bag of jelly bellys. Why? There were many flavors. One girl told us all that her family loves hunting and she had a stuffed antelope in her room at home that she herself shot. The fifteen couture girls from Mesa, Arizona thought this was very sad. Another girl chose to share her love of duct tape with the Relief Society. A boy from Arkansas compared McDonalds and the church in his testimony. There was a rivalry between North and South California over the podium. We also took pictures for our Ward Menu, did not fast because we didn't know we were supposed to, and got taught our Relief Society lesson by a lady who seemed extremely nervous. But we enjoyed it. Sincerely.

Later that night we had our first ward mixer. We have really improved our mingling skills since being here. BYU changes a person. We made an effort to meet everyone there. When we thought we got everyone, new faces would appear. Nametags actually added to the awkwardness since we could no longer ask people's names. Eventually, we ended up with Hiram's nametag. Lisa wore it and it made her feel smart. We scanned it and our purple ten wrist band. Scanning is the new facebook.

After our ward mixer we celebrated our first ever Helaman Halls visiting hours. Get this: 7:00 to 9:00 on Sundays and Wednesdays, not only can we go into boys' halls, but we can go into their rooms...with the door open. We went to find Joseph to get our picture signed, but he wasn't home. So, we found ourselves alone in a boy's dorm. We felt like we were demolishing the honor code just by being in that building. Luckily an R.A. told us he was glad we were there because it makes them look cooler. The third floor Merrill crew was pretty hospitable. We met a Texan who showed us a giant Texas flag he was trying to hang up in his window along with his break away basketball hoop and his pull up bar.

After visiting hours we had a floor meeting. Some good bonding was done. We also got rape whistles for our key chains, which should really help out a lot.

We went to bed, then woke up.

Three Days Later

Our parents came! Somehow Joyce, Jim, Clair, and Terry all showed up about the same time and left about the same time. It felt like they were picking us up from a three day sleep over. They might have been minorly disappointed that we slept in so late today. The four of us ate lunch at the Canon Center. Our parents were impressed with the new cafeteria. We're glad we could treat them this once. We luv u guyz.

Believe it or not, we were tired. But we didn't take pictures. Lisa napped and Ally thought about Lisa.

Then we ate. Canon Center again. This time we went with some girls from our hall. By happenstance, we ran into Ben and his crew and enjoyed chatting with them. We met a boy who likes shoes and another one from Sweden. Lisa told him she had Swedish fish. He ignored her, but probably has a secret crush on her.

We came back and then went to the big dance. We got judged. Upon requesting Akon the DJ assistant informed us that Akon is usually pretty dirty. We stood up for Akon, saying that he has a few good songs. We didn't let that ruin our night, however. Lisa even danced with a black kid. He didn't exactly notice since his back was to her, but it was still off the hook. We also watched a kid dance rave style with two cell phones, witnessed a cameo appearance by Ryan Osterloh, and danced with a cool Asian with crazy moves. After the last song, I Gotta Feeling, we made a quick exit. We needed to go to the store to get some milk and cereal. We met Ally's sister who is going back to Ohio on Monday at Walmart. We got all our stuff, came back to the ranch and had a small cereal party with our sweetheart.

Now, we're going to bed. HUGS. LUVS. NOT DRUGS. OR PUGS. we hate pugs.

Baja Mountain Dew

We refused to shower. We have gotten ready for the past two days and showering would be the tipping point. And there's no time.

Now that that is clear, we may begin.

At the ring of our alarm clock at 7:41, we both decided breakfast would not be on the agenda for today and proceeded to wake up at 7:53. We quickly dressed in silence, ate some Clif Bars TM, and walked through the tunnel and up the hill to the Tanner Building where we reunited with Purple Ten. We went to a devotional. That's all we can tell you about that.

Then we did some serious things. Nothing worth mentioning.

We met back up with Purple Ten at lunch near the marigolds, the pretty gardens, and the dancing family statue. There, we celebrated Peter's birthday. Peter looks like a character who belongs in Narnia. A human character. We couldn't get close enough to Peter to get an actual photo, but this is what he looks like.

We also bonded with Joseph W (J. Dub). Now, usually we just sing some songs from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dream Coat at him, but today was different. We snapped this photo of him

and requested that he sign it so that we could give it to Peter for his birthday.

Believe it or not, we were tired. So we took these pictures! lol ha

We also demanded a Purple Ten picture and got a Yellow Thirteen to take it for us.

Oh, and Haoran. Go eagles.

After our lunch we took some dreadful tours. They probably weren't dreadful, but they were. However, one bright spot was the negative attitudes of our fellow Purple Tens. It was refreshing. They weren't overly negative, but it was a nice change from the rest of the freshman who look at BYU like it's Disneyland. Mostly, it was just something that deepened the roots of our Purple Ten connection.

Our tour came to a close and it was time for Purple Ten to disperse...for good. We weren't ready for this, but we tried to stay strong. We organized a team cheer and promised our prayers to be with them. No but seriously, we did a team cheer.

While we were sitting by our Y Group leader, Liz, not quite ready to give up the dream, a woman walked by with a tray of cinnamon rolls! Hooray!!! WE LOVE BYU!!!! We informed her how much we appreciated the comfort food and she informed us that it helps the school keep its approval ratings high.

After that we went to the BYU Bookstore to get our free t-shirts with Brigham Young's face on it. That was only the beginning of the free things. There was an informational fair going on and we snagged so much junk. Proof

We came back to the ranch, fed the horse, and had a quick dance party with our sweethearts (suitemates). Fergie and Akon were involved. Akon is forever. Then we went to dinner. No proof. Sorry. But we sat by the windows and enjoyed it.

Ran, showered (believe it), walked to the Friday Night Extravaganza. As soon as we walked onto the field we heard the announcer say "Now sit down. This group will be your core group for the rest of the night." Late again. Core group-less, Purple Ten-less, and alone. We couldn't get closer than a hundred yards after we heard the announcment "now you have forty five seconds to run around and say hi to people." It was chaos, didn't look too fun, and reminded us of a beehive. Not the Young Women class, but an actual beehive. Well, maybe both.

We ran into the Taylors on our way back and talked to them on the bleachers for quite some time. We took too many pictures and acted drunk while on the phone. Pretty typical.

They came to see our room/ranch. They liked it, but they were shocked by our bed height.

When we thought the night was over, Fiji called! Melba (Melba Toast, Melb-Awesome) called. It brought tears to our eyes. A little girl in the background kept saying Lisa over and over again. We probably should go back to the South Pacific soon. Filled with nostalgia after the three minute phone call, we stalked our Fiji friend's facebook page for about an hour.

Now we are sitting inches apart listening to break up songs, realizing they're for lost love, Fiji, but mostly Purple Ten.

Lastly, the post title is dedicated to Ben P. who only goes to Taco Bell for the Baja Mountain Dew and was severely disappointed to find out that they don't have it here at BYU.