If you want to know how great Microsoft Word editor is...

Just now, while typing, my Word software honestly tried to get me to replace "I'm" with "I is". They have no excuses anymore.

"Brittany, we have the GREATEST rock garden in the WORLD"

--sayeth the Heather as she stares blankly out the window at the Rocky Mountains.

Moving Shenanigans

This is an official depository of all the pictures from the move. This is the story of what happened last week.
Once upon a time, there were three awesome roomies who were finished with their finals.
It kind of went to their heads.

Anyways, as finals were finishing up, all of their friends began to move away, leaving them sad and lonely. It was quite dramatic.
*sniff sniff* I miss Tom!
Well, after saying goodbye to all of their friends, these three roomies were faced with packing all their stuff. Unfortunately, they needed cardboard. Thus, as follows:

Fortunately, the end result was good.
They began with packing all of their stuff and moving it into the living room. This was far more easily said than done.
In fact, it was an adventure just to get to the front door.
After stuffing it all in, they managed to empty out the rest of their house and prepare to clean everything. Unfortunately, they needed some much needed rest, and managed to get it in while in the oddest places.After waking up, they managed to get everything done in time to let in their RA for the CLEANING CHECK.
She was quite shocked at the state of their living room, but somehow they managed to pass. Oh dear. After nearly passing out with exhaustion, they all went to Denny's (at 11:30 at night) for some much-needed refreshment. (seriously, guys, we were STARVING).


They were quite tired and bored... and just a little bit slap-happy.



The next morning, after saying a tearful goodbye to beautiful Jessica (we miss you tons Jessica!!!), the very sad, pathetic Heather and Brittany sat around in the sunshine getting sunburned for a very long time (Brittany's sunscreen accidentally got packed) before loading everything into their friend's truck to move across Wyview.
Here's the first half ...

And here's the rest of it.

It was quite an undertaking. But now they live in a happy land called Building 4 (which kind of smells gross and we don't have a kitchen window and our bedroom faces the street--gross) where they can sit in the sunshine and sip Jessica-missing-smoothies.
THE END

"Provo is filled with nothing but attractive men!"

Says the Heather. I agree. Spring is going to be a wonderful semester ;)

THE MOVE

Well, it has happened. We have moved. I no longer live in apt. 279. And I spent the most sunburned five hours of my life being homeless on the front lawn of my building. And now I live on the top floor.
Images to follow.

It's official

The semester is officially over as of ten minutes from now. I took my very last final today at 5:45 p.m. It's beautiful.
My current situation is: I am sitting very precariously at my computer over a pile of books and purses that are yet to be packed. My living room is a giant pile of boxes, trunks, plastic tubs, and blankets. It's beautiful. FAREWELL WINTER SEMESTER!!!
On to the spring...which starts at 6:30 a.m. tomorrow when I have to show up to work the breakfast shift. I am some kind of masochist.

PS- I think I'm going crazy

because I kind of liked staying at the library until it closed at 2 am and we got kicked out to the tune of the Zelda music playing over the library intercom.

I wrote some things today.

Today I had my final for my writing class, because BYU requires that there is a comprehensive final. So we had one.
It consisted of Riley (who is the student manager of the Cougareat (pronounced coo-gar-ee-at :) bringing us a 4.5 foot sub from subway, Bria dressing like a goth (Manson makeup and all) to get an extension on her papers, and all of us just kind of sitting there and talking about stuff. Since Kerry was required to actually give a final, she told us to get out a piece of paper and write for 45 minutes about writing and our futures. I think she made up the prompt on the spot, and said we just had to keep writing. We kind of talked the whole time, so I only got a page and a half down. After 30 minutes, she said, "okay, I'm bored. You can stop writing now. You've all got full credit. I don't want them so take them with you."
This is what I wrote.

I could be a smart-alec and say, well, I'm an English major. Writing is all that I do, but I won't, because I'm far too polite in normal society, and you're technically my professor.
Seriously, though, writing is my life. To help you understand my future, you must understand my past. I had my first short story published when I was in third grade. It was a story about a detective investigating a robbery, looking for the thief who had a very strange name and a very long nose, Cyrano de Bergerac style, though I didn't know who he was at the time.
When I was a freshman in high school, my two friends and I created an essay contest, held every other week, in which one of us would be the judge and the other two would write essays on a topic of their choice. The judge would then choose the better of the two essays, the loser would write again next week, and the winner would be the next judge. The most memorable contest we had was the one in which I wrote against my crazy friend who had just decided to become a Vegan. Guess what we wrote on? You got it, veganism. She wrote for, I wrote against. My friend that was taking a turn as judge was gung-ho for the Bible, so I quoted the Bible. I was the judge the next week.
When I was a sophomore, I discovered poetry. My teacher made us write in all kinds of styles, but I hated most of them. Especially science writing. So I wrote poetry. Free verse, on my own, but I used to get bored in class and alternate between writing Spencerian and Shakespearean sonnets. It was beautiful.
So now I'm an English major. I was almost a music major at Eastman and Rochester (I even visited the schools) or a history major at Wellesley (they wait-listed me there) but I was too absorbed in prices. I couldn't afford either. So I came here, and I turned my hobby into my career. I am an English major.
I want to be an editor. I want to go into publishing and be able to critique people's writings, all the while learning how to improve my own. I don't know if I'll write anything to be published. I've tried to write a real story so many times but never gotten past the third chapter. There are shelves of notebooks hidden in the nook in my old closet in my parents' house, that will never again see the light of day.
I don't know. Maybe I'll strike it big. But no matter whether I'm published or not, I will never stop writing. It is my life.

I wrote some other deep things today in my writing journal that maybe I'll include later. Either way, I'm beginning to think now that I'm some sort of masochist. It's sick. I mean, who volunteers to stay in school for yet another semester? And work the breakfast shift every morning at 6:30, at that! I swore when I graduated from high school that I would never, ever again start anything before nine, and here I am waking up at 5:30 every morning. I'm going to die.

You know what else I've noticed? My handwriting looks like tiny black squiggly lines on paper. It's tiny. Absolutely tiny. I can't believe that anyone but me could ever be able to read it.

"Did you know..."

So there's this guy on Heather's and my Sunday crew at work that has a slight mental handicap, so much that his social skills are almost nil, but you can't really tell that he's handicapped. When I first found that he was handicapped, I said, "oh, I didn't know that," and certain stupid friends of mine said, "what, you just thought he was stupid?" and didn't speak to me for a few days. Needless to say, those friends are the stupid ones.
Either way, Jeph (yes, that's how you spell his name), has some interesting conversation strategies. The first thing he'll say to you, no fail, after he knows your name, is "are you married?" Let's use Heather for example. She hadn't associated with him before, and had to work Salad backup with him because, frankly, he didn't know what he was doing. Here's their conversation (condensed):
Jeph: Are you married?
Heather: No, I'm still a freshman, I think I've got some time.
Jeph: Are you offended?
Heather: No, I'm not offended, that's just a weird thing to say to people when you've never talked to them before.
Jeph: I think it's an appropriate thing to say at BYU, I mean, most girls are married after about two months.
Heather: No... (I don't remember how she said she explained it, but she did)
--Enter second girl to help with Salad Backup--
Jeph: Are you married?
Heather: (laughing really hard)
Jeph: What's so funny?
Heather: Well, I just told you that that was a really weird thing to say to people, but you said it anyways!
Jeph: (confused...)
Anyways, that's the gist of their conversation. It was rather amusing. We also discovered that girls only go on missions at BYU because they're not married yet, and he couldn't fathom that Heather wasn't going to go just because she didn't think she wanted to, not because she was engaged. He also couldn't understand that I wanted to go on a mission, not just as a backup plan, and that I didn't really plan on getting married right away (especially that I was almost nineteen and didn't have a serious boyfriend yet...). Yeah, fun day at work.
And I've grown to really hate the MTC. It'll probably lighten up before Tuesday, when I work again.
OH AND GUESS WHAT!!!
Anybody here that is going on a mission or will go on a mission, check your food before you eat it! Today we were serving Chicken Cordon Bleu for lunch, and usually that's my favorite meal at the MTC, but there was something wrong with the timers on the big ovens and Conrad was the only chef in the kitchens (they only serve one option at a time so they only have to employ one chef at a time on sundays), so he was kind of busy and most of the pans of cordon bleus didn't get cooked all the way through. Several different missionaries brought us their plates and showed us the raw chicken meat that they had been served, so we spent the rest of lunch shift panicking about giving the missionaries food poisoning and getting the rest of the pans cooked. Needless to say, as soon as we told Conrad about this, he made sure that there were very slightly burnt edges before he gave us the pan. We were paranoid.
PS--SISTER DOUGHERTY IS IN THE MTC!!!!! Everybody that had her as a sunday school teacher, she's going on a mission! She's leaving next week for Charleston, South Carolina! I saw her today! It's so exciting!!!!
Well, those are my antics for today. Now I'm going to go finish a ten page research paper on bibliophagy, or book-eating, like literally. I'm being completely serious.

The land of the FINALS!!!! (aaaaaarrrrrgggghhh!!!!)

Well, folks, it's that time again. I am currently selling my soul to the gods of final examinations. I am probably committing suicide by taking a break to write this post for you all. I'm being completely serious.
Ah, who am I kidding? Sorry to burst your bubbles, kids, but all of my finals are going to be no sweat. Not even kidding. Maybe that's the side effect of being an English major. I wrote like eight papers a week for the last few weeks, and you can't really have a final exam in classes where all you do is write...all you can do is write some more, and most of my professors are too lazy to want more essays to grade. Although (hurray points right here) my honors writing professor, Kerry, is madly in love with me and has given me A's on all my papers so far, which is rare, because she's brutal. Really. But we're friends, yo. And I've decided what to write my gigantic research paper on (it's not due 'till Tuesday, mom, so don't panic). You ready for this? Final Exams. Or Term papers, you guys can decide. They're both short pages. Seriously. I'm going to do it.
My roommate just got home from taking her Humanities of Asia final. She spent all of yesterday listening to weird Samisyen music and reading about Japanese history. Thus to escape it, I fled to Nicole's, where we watched the new episode of The Office. Then Nathan found that I never watched much TV before college and that I still only watch American Idol, and decided that while he was on his mission next fall, Nicole would have to catch me up on The Office, Supernatural, and all of the Shamelan movies. (We watched The Village last night as a pilot for me--way good movie). Anyways: catch up on me-since I haven't actually given a real update on my status in life, I thought I would give it now.
Currently: no boys. Heather still has this major crush on this guy that was in her Family Financing class and will be here for spring semester (just like us...go figure) but she's too much of a coward to invite him to hang out with her, or even call him at all for that matter. The chicken.
Jessica has this new...boyfriend...that is leaving on his mission in a month, but just started dating her, and kissed her the other night. Whoah.
In other news, all of my finals are going to happen next week. They are all scheduled in a classroom with the professor (again with the English major writing dilemma) except for New Testament, which I can take whenever but I am SO not ready. I may actually procrastinate it until next Wednesday morning. It's going to happen. After that, I pack, clean, pack, clean, and clean some more. Starting Thursday, the spring semester schedule begins at work. Do you know what that means? It means that I work the breakfast shift at the MTC every morning, which starts at 6:30 a.m. Every single morning. Every single one. It means that two days a week (Sunday and Tuesday) I will get to sleep past 5:30. Gross.
This also means that my living arrangements will change slightly. My new address, as of 5:00 p.m. on April 26, will be: 1894 N 40 W #53, Provo Ut 84604. We're on the top floor, in the building closest to campus but farthest from the bus stop. Ew. I think I'm going to get better at Jaywalking. Sorry, guys.

My presentation.

Today I gave my oral presentation in my French class. I was awesome, because I'm pretty good at speaking French (I'm not trying to be cocky, I had to be awesome to make up for the oral exam I totally BOMBED last Friday. I'm not even kidding). I will give it for you.
[Translated from really AWESOME French]
"I don't have any cool vacations that I can talk about in French, so I'm going to talk about my roommate, Heather. She's a very...interesting girl. She is a dietetics major, but eats a lot of rather unhealthy things. She loves going on dates, but she never goes out unless i find a guy and go with them. She's a little weird. ("elle est un peu bizarre...")
She's really nice, though. When I was sick, she took care of me, and when it was Jessica's birthday, Heather threw a party. She's awesome.
The strangest story about Heather and me, however, is when we killed Heath Ledger.
Four months ago, Heather and I were talking about life after death, and she was wondering where people who weren't members of the church were going to go before the Second Coming. It was really interesting, but really late, too, so we went to bed.
The next day, at work, my friend Nicole told us about her dream. In this dream, she was in a field with Heath Ledger. Suddenly, it began to rain fire, so they ran to the mall. In the mall, however, they were kidnapped by Buddhists who tried to force them to convert to Buddhism, but they escaped. Once outside, Heath began to howl and rip his clothing and grow fur, and quickly became a werewolf!!! Gah!!! Then Nicole woke up.
We didn't think much of it until we went home and saw on our computers that Heath Ledger had died. Now we think that we killed him. It's mighty sad.

Anyways, that's my presentation. In other news, I'm madly in love with the movie "Les Choristes". Yes, it's in French, but it's super good. You English-speakers can put on English subtitles, but I love it. Such a good movie. It's kind of cliched, about a reform school that gets turned into a boys' choir, but it's super good, and everything is better in French. :) I went and bought the soundtrack.
Also--I can't believe Michael Johns got kicked off of American Idol! I may just have an aneurysm and die now! *crying* Much sadness. Well, today is my last full day of classes, tomorrow I only have French, and finals start on Friday. Killer.
Note: I will post pictures of my haircut soon. I got this really awesome dress last week to commemorate the fact that I have to stay at school for another two months--whose idea was it to stay for spring again?--so I'll pose and post some awesome pictures. It'll be great.

Kansas Enthusiasm

In case some of you didn't know, University of Kansas went to the Final Four, and beat North Carolina in a rather exciting game last night. Now understand that Heather is a HUGE Kansas fan. Lawrence is near Olathe, Kansas, and she was going to go there, but decided to come here instead. It's the kind of situation where the only time she was allowed to stay up late as a kid was when KU basketball was on. Compare to my family and Boston Baseball.
Now, also understand, that one of our good friends, Daniel, is from the Carolinas. He is a major NC fan. And he is rather upset right now. Now, because we are such awesome, kind-hearted friends, Heather made him some rice crispy treats.

Aren't we such good friends? He's so lucky. When we got there, he DID eat them, even though we expected him to slam the door in our face, but he did give us a pretty good reaction. I missed it with the camera the first time, so I made them reenact it for me. Seen Here.



Mahaha. As a result of all of this, I am now officially energized for summer season. Boston has since won three games to Oakland, and Lost three to Toronto. Sad. At least we're doing better than New York :)

The Not-Quite-So Surprise Party...

I will tell you a tale of woe and sadness, in which a very loving and dear roommate through a surprise party for her Heather, and Heather was too retarded to get it.
So I started planning this party like a week and a half ago, and couldn't have it until tonight because every other night was planned out, so here it was. I invited practically everyone, got people to bring food, planned out music and decor and games and everything. It was a fiesta, because Heather LOVES fiestas. I made tacos and Jessica made seven layer dip and everybody brought lemonade and chips and salsa and games and we even taped a giant banner that says "feliz cumpleanos" across our ceiling and everything was covered in red, yellow, and green streamers. I was still making the taco meat and the cousins (our downstairs neighbors that are all cousins and AWESOME girls) were still helping decorate, hardly anybody had gotten there, when Jade (one of the cousins) is standing on a chair to attach a streamer to the ceiling, turns and looks out the window, and sees Heather and Aurelia (Heather's friend that was in charge of distraction) coming up the stairs. Needless to say, we all panicked. Jessica in a moment of discombobulation chained Heather out, and then when we let her in and said "surprise", she didn't get it and was all confused and "angry that her roommates were having a taco party and didn't invite her". What a tard, seriously.
Well, we explained to her, kicked her out, and told Aurelia to bring her back in a few minutes when everything was done and there were people. So when Heather came back, we all lay on teh ground and jumped up to surprise her, and she pretended. It turned out great. We played all kinds of "Catch Phrase" and ate my tacos, which are delicious, and ate cake that my friend Nicole made with frosting of different colors swirled together (it actually looked rather like a kindergarten art project...) but it was good.
After everyone left but Aurelia, she and Heather and Jessica and I all played Curses, and it was ridiculous. I won, obviously, because Heather was talking like Scooby Doo with a french accent and a ball in her mouth and had no fingers and whenever anybody touched her, she had to say "you're always after me lucky charms!" and she just couldn't take it, so I won.
Then we all went to the dollar movie to see 27 Dresses. It was okay, but I'm pretty sure the only reason I would see it again is because James Marsden was in it, and every time he's ever in anything, he's ridiculously attractive. Yeah. *happy contented noises...*

Fromage, American Idol, and crazy killer dance parties

So I wore my "Fromage" shirt this morning to class. When I wear that shirt to my French class, I get really hyper and make all kinds of crazy jokes in French, which my friend Ashley understands because she had five years in high school. As a result of this, she can understand all French, but she can't speak it. Whereas I can speak French like crazy but get seriously confused sometimes when Monsieur Young expects me to understand, just because I'm better at French than some of the other kids in my class. He tries to joke with me, but it kind of...um...dies. Because I don't understand some of his crazy words. It's gross.
Yeah, so American Idol tonight. That David Archuleta. Hmmm. And Jason Castro did really well. I thought he was awesome. But Simon was really really mean tonight. I'm kind of glad that Ryan kind of made fun of him. It was great.
Tonight after American Idol, I went to the birthday dance party of my friend Jacob who, crazy story, we all went to EFY in Rexburg with in 2004! Weird, huh? (Well, Me, Lexi, Anne, Amy, Teal, and Melissa) Those that went, remember that kid from way up in Northern Idaho that had a really huge crush on me? Well, Jacob was his friend that was always behind him not talking to me. And we just discovered this, and Jacob's like one of my best friends now. It's totally funny. And he got his call to Jacksonville Florida the other week, and leaves the end of June. It's pretty cool.
But the dance party was cool. The only people I knew there were....Jacob. And his sister, who I met there, and who didn't know anybody else either. And we danced like crazy people. It was AWESOME.
That's all that has happened today. I love you all. I kind of feel like writing a poem.

The flakes fall
The storm swirls ahead of me
I cannot see my hands, they freeze
I'm sure they're some blue color that
Should not be part of the
Human body

I remember the time
When it was almost spring
I remember the green
That had taunted me
Into believing what could not be true

I run faster
Trying to escape the cold that
Is faster than I am
And it is ahead of me
All I do is run into it
I cannot escape it

The people around me stare
At the frozen, slippery ground
My face has lost feeling
As has the gray, forbidden sky
The cold pierces my insides
I run and run faster and faster

Suddenly, the ice wins the battle
I fall to my knees, my hands catch me
But I cannot feel pain
The cold beats it out of me
And replaces it with fear
That I will never get home
That the cold will overcome me

But I cannot lose

So, I'm going to title it, "Freak snow storm while I'm walking home from school in capris and flip-flops". Fitting title, eh? I hate Utah. So much.