We keep it, like, way real.

Forget about this place.

It's gone. It can't exist without us. And if you think the girls who inherit our dorm room next year are going to put as much care into it as we did you're dreaming.

The last few days in the dorms were some of the best and worst of our short lives. It had the feeling of a refugee camp. We had a small shanty town in the floor lounge set up where the remaining survivors would tough it out together for the night, not knowing what the following day would bring.

Yeah, how dramatic does that sound.

Mostly we just had a few mattresses together, but there were definitely not enough beds for how many girls there were. Ally woke up on the couch one night. Personal space.

We didn't stop our picture taking with all the girls who were checking out. That was something that really kept us going. It gave us a reason to wake up in the morning.

Not only are there a lot of pictures, there are a lot of really really ugly pictures.

We've talked about making a album full of all the ugly pictures we've taken together over the years. Let's just say, all of these pictures with our floor mates would make that album in a second.

We kept going back and forth about whether to put them on da blog at all.

Ultimately, we decided it's not fair to let these girls miss out on the opportunity to be featured on the web just because we hadn't showered for a while and Ally is wearing the Soulja' Boy shirt in 90% of the pictures.

But we're not about to make them normal size.

Here's this collage just to prove that they're there.

We know you can barely see them.

Hey, here's something fun and only semi-related.

That's us and our suitemates in August,

and this is us with our suitemates just a few days ago.

You'd hardly recognize us with how much we've grown, huh.

Next time the two of us (Lisa and Ally) are reunited we'll probably bust out a good year-end-wrap-up post, since our blogging is strongest when we're sitting back to back at opposite desks.

Yep, we'll leave it at that for now. Keeps 'em coming back.

Tami's Tacky

Good news. Lisa's done with finals.

We forgot to mention her biology final involved identifying 70 birds by sight and bird call. Actually, that's all it involved. If you think that's easy you'd be wrong. She studied using this book:

It makes noises. Ally's favorite is the American Crow. She can identify it everytime.

Mama Joyce came down today and helped Ally pack up her belongings. Then we went to lunch. Skyroom. Go big or go home. We forgot to take a picture there, so this one will do.

We told her the picture would go on da blog...

We also told her that Moms aren't supposed to ride in the backseat of the of the Nissan Frontier, but she said it's okay when she's just out with friends.

Being done with finals is fun. We took a nap and thought about watching a movie.

Two more little Indians got killed. And by that we mean to more girls checked out.

That's Ashley. She's from Hawaii. We're jealous. She usually talks in a funny voice and it always surprises us.

This is Erin. Or her empty room. We tried to get a picture with her last night when we realized she was leaving this morning. In her own words, "No pictures." She might have been more compliant if we hadn't woken her up from her night's rest. Another Erin quote that we loved: "Are those gauchos?" They sort of were gauchos.

We're going to be pretty busy tomorrow. There's a lot of girls leaving and that means a lot of check outs we have to be present at.

We'll wear our matching dinosaur shirts around town and people will think we're dating

Good news. Ally's done with finals.

It took a couple of all-nighters, but it was worth it.
While the all-nighters did provide some extra hours for exam preparation, that's not what made them worth it. Rather, it was the opportunity to observe some great Lisa moments.

For example: Around 3:00 am this morning, Lisa began unconsciously talking to Ally. It was mostly mumbling and laughter, but the words Ally could distinguish were "best post ever."

We hope one day Lisa remembers what it is that would make the "best post ever" for this blog. We'll let you know if and when that happens.

And to think, this moment would have been lost if Ally had remembered she had a final at 7:00 am on April 20th all along and planned accordingly.

That's Lisa sleeping early this morning when Ally returned from her final. Funny, huh.

Because Ally has turned nocturnal, Lisa has gotten to see some priceless moments from her as well. For example:

Ally woke up very suddenly, looked out the window and said, "Where are the jump ropers??" Lisa replied with a profound, "What?" to which Ally said, "You told me there were people jump roping out there...You're stupid, Lisa." and fell asleep again for another two hours.

We're really going to miss moments like this.

Two more DJ girls checked out tonight.

Lisa

and

Morgan.

RIP

We liked how Lisa got up early every day and sometimes left treats by our door anonymously. We always knew it was her, though, and we greatly appreciated it.

We liked a lot of things about Morgan, but two new things we learned tonight was that she covered up some marks on her wall with White-Out and she just bought that BYU sweatshirt she's wearing at the bookstore. That's cool.

Finally, the ugly couch is gone. We didn't do anything to it. We just walked downstairs one day and it wasn't there. Bottom line, someone came and took it without our consent. We've learned that if you need to get rid of something just leave it in the stair well long enough. We hope that the first floor girls are handling it okay. We also hope that the couch has gone to a better place, wherever that is.

sorry I didn't rest with you today.

And so it begins

That's us and Andrea. She's all moved out of DJ Hally Hall. We want to hire her mom and sister pack up all of our stuff. The picture is small.

Our life has turned into the Agatha Christie novel And Then There Were None. But instead of dying in ways that parallel a nursery rhyme, everyone's just moving home.

In the words of our FHE father, Mark, who quoted someone else from something he probably read on the internet:

"The joy of meeting pays the pangs of absence; else who could bear it?"

Something else that will help us bear the pangs of absence is the fact that we've invited ourselves to the Wise house again sometime this summer.

Still, we're going to miss Andrea until then. We give her the All Around Most Passionate award for her work with Britney Spears and navigating a giant couch down a lot of stairs.

And then there were thirty seven...

Lexi, you can't play with us.

Success.

And by that we mean we went to Classic Skating when it wasn't closed.

We're not done with finals or anything.

that party last night was awful crazy... oh wait, there was none

Today was our last day of class.

To celebrate, we went to our last classes, took some tests, went to our last dance at the WILK for a while (unless we crash EFY this summer like we did back in '08), and now we're blogging.

On Saturday we found ourselves still in possession of Nick's couch. Right now that thing is on the first floor in the stairwell. Some girls down there seem quite taken with it. They read on it, give back massages to their boyfriends on it, and we think one of them might have slept on it for a night. We're not positive, though.

But we digress.

Saturday. We hauled the couch into the Frontier again, and took a mini vacation to beautiful Springville, Utah. We drove into the middle of nowhere, set up the couch, and took these pictures. And yes, one of them is our new title picture. We're not embarassed, just proud. It's some of our best self-timer work ever.

After we were done soaking up the rays, listening to John Denver, and getting in touch with our Roots (Kunta Kinte), we headed back to big city life in Provo.

We weren't quite ready to get back to the real world, though. So we stopped here.

It's called Brambles, and we promised the owner we'd give her a shout out. They had a lot of real crafty cool stuff. Brambles will probably be Lisa's first client when she busts into the advertising world.

That night we went to Humor U and a party we weren't technically invited to. We feel like we did them a favor, though.

If you ever get a boyfriend

Here it is. A new post.

Friday. And we wanted to stay out late.

"We don't care what we do, we just want to be out late."

We didn't really have a plan, though. So, we looked for free couches on KSL dot com. We found an ad for one a couple of blocks away from us. We drove there. It was gone. And the owner is currently being hospitalized. We're legitimately concerned.
Bottom line: no couch.

We looked for other free couches online, but with no luck. There's a spayed border collie we could go pick up, though. Its name is Killer. You'd think we're making this stuff up.

Because we didn't have a couch of our own, we borrowed a 900 lbs one from our floor lounge. We feel like we earned it, since we carried it down three flights of stairs and into the back of Kim's truck.


Mostly we just wanted to sit on a couch somewhere, but since others were involved we expanded our plan to include baking cookies on the lights at the bell tower. Essential Freshman Experience #142, check. For extra seating, we picked up Nick's couch, too.


We stayed there until around 1:00 am. But we're not bragging. Nick left. We got the couch, sucker.

After hauling our floor lounge couch back upstairs (GIT 'R DUN) and throwing Nick's couch into our room,

we got ready to hike the Y with our chaperon.

Meet Dan.

He was kind enough to accompany us for the rest of the time we stayed out late.
He guided us to "the largest collegiate monument in the world," and also told us what all the people in the parked cars were doing. (see post title)

Provo! This is our city!

Then we went to Plan C. Den Dawgs. Denny's. Duh.


This one was on chaperon Dan.

We saw Steven again,

but he didn't see us.

We returned home at 4:00 am. We didn't need a watch to tell us it was that time. We knew because we couldn't stop laughing at everything. Especially the fact that Dan had a meeting at ten in the morning. Who would schedule that?

We were beyond tired. Like, we couldn't even speak. Or watch Fern Gully. So we watched Kim and Christine dye their hair instead.

It turned out beautifully.

We got into our beds at 4:58 am, fist pumped when the clock struck 5:00, and fell asleep immediately.
Lisa's eye hasn't stopped twitching.

UhHHhh, we're gonna go back to the dorm and change into some shorts

We can tell you're getting restless out there so we'll start with Thursday.

Lisa and this crew went to the temple and Ally watched Behind Enemy Lines for a class. Two different kinds of spiritual.


Since it was a Thursday night, we ventured to Classic Skating and found heaps of multi-racial, tween-aged, roller skaters. It turns out classic skating closes at 10 p.m. on weekdays. Yes, we do know how to use a phone. SUPER BUMMED! :( haha. We took this picture and went to Plan B, which is always Progressive Power Tumbling.


Let's just say, ARE YOU READY TO GET PUMMELED??!!
It turns out we're really bad at jumpolines, and by that we mean trampolines. Obvi. It turns out the man with dreads and a cut off is really good at jumpolines.

Then what? You guessed it - we went to Den Dawgs, and by that we mean Denny's, which is always Plan C. Sure it was midnight but our ma's don't (didn't) know.


This is Steven, our waiter. What a champ. We're sure we could have talked him into hiking the Y with us right then and there, but we didn't.

Then we came home, went to bed, woke up, and fine dined early that afternoon. We're trying to make the most of our last Dining Plus dolla dolla bills ya'll.



We just discussed it, and we both agree that Friday and Saturday deserve a new post.

When in old country

A picture says a thousand words. Or so we're told.

This one doesn't really, so we'll clarify.

This past weekend, our own Lisa went through a rite of passage.
What do the words "Icing," "ear," and "pierce" have in common? Lisa. They have Lisa in common.

She got her ears pierced. Both of them.

This is Lisa and Cassie, the Assistant Manager at Icing who sympathized with us when Lisa forgot her wallet, but stuck to her Health Code guns and wouldn't pierce any cartilage without seeing some I.D. first. Ally tried to become Lisa's legal guardian real quick, but apparently they take that stuff pretty seriously down at the Provo Town Center. Cassie was great, though. She even gave Lisa a sucker after the whole ordeal. Yay.

Lisa had a whole crew there supporting her on her big day.


On second thought, it was probably the Attitude Glasses that drew the girls to Icing, but witnessing Lisa's milestone was an added bonus.

Ally's doing well, too. She went to Logan for Easter Sabbath. Highlights:


Witnessing the creation of a meal named "Easter in a Flash"

and Sticker Egg.

In Loving Memory of Y2K

Happy Opening Day.

But not for long.

Our Cubs lost 16-5 on their opener.

Yikes.

You could say life's back to normal now.

Or perhaps continue to think that maybe this year will be our year.

We're going with the later.