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.

and by pilates I mean waffles

Sometimes, after we study at the same desk,

we have to blow off some steam. It's sort of a college thing.

So, we go outside and blow bubbles by the bike racks.

Sweet catharsis.

Gym Guy

Look at this billboard.

For some reason it cracked us right up.

Also, Lisa walked into the Men's bathroom today. Oops.

They're Called Assets

Oh hi.

We went to the Festival of Colors in Spanish Fork and threw colored powder to symbolize burning a witch who burned babies or something like that. We don't mean to offend the Hare Krishnas, we're just not exactly sure what the whole thing was about. But we loved it anyway.

Before that, on Friday, we parted ways temporarily. Lisa went to some sporting events. Mostly we included that because Lisa wanted this cute picture to be on da blog.

Look at that. 2 cute 4 words.

Ally joined the culturally elite and went to see Les Miserables, but kept saying how excited she was to finally see Seussical. Here's a picture that's not quite as cute, but we have to be even.

We both went to the Mr. Helaman competition.

Yeah. This guy.

Finally, we liked coming home to see this in our bathroom.

A quick fix.

We're proud that our suitemate Erica can problem solve, but we're even more proud that she's engaged. That's a shout out. Holler.