Saturday Night and Baby...

This weekend has been quite the ball. It all started with me getting out of bed at twelve (yes, I mean NOON), and basically doing nothing all day. Attending my first ward activity was really all I had planned. We were going to hike Y mountain to watch the sunset and eat Duplex Cremes. I was pretty pumped. (Me and a bunch of girls hiked the Y last week too, so I'm now considered a seasoned pro at this particular activity.)

Rachel, Miriam, Me

We were off! With hair braided and band-aids applied to the heels, we were totally prepared. We piled into our high counselor's fifteen seat party van and drove to the base of the hike.

Andrea Olortegui, Rachel, Me, Miriam, Megan Pond, Rebecka Bischoff

Megan, Me, Miriam, Rachel

For those of you who have never hiked the Y, let me tell you it is ridiculous. It's not a very long hike at all, but it's pretty steep. I think it's the best leg workout ever created by the hand of God. So, needless, to say, we made it to the top panting, sweating, and exhausted. (Plus, there is no air in Utah. The oxygen count is about six molecules per square yard.) Totally worth it. The sunset was great, the people friendly, and the Duplex Cremes exceptionally tasty.

Andrea, Me

Kirsten Page, Kirk, Jennifer Taylor, Me

Explanation: These were two crazy guys climbing on a huge scary rock overlooking the valley. It was really intense, so I started taking pictures of them. They saw me. So Allison McCoy and I took the liberty of getting a real, hopefully less weird snapshot. (Surprisingly, orange shirt boy was the best smelling organism I've ever had the pleasure of exercising my olfactory receptors on.)

After the climb down, some new friends and I decided to go do a ridiculous thing entitled Watch a Terrifying Movie in the Abandoned Tanner Building. So we split up with the intent of regrouping after the necessities (blankets, popcorn, Ring Pops) were acquired. Those of us without assignments got a little bored...

Justin Smith with abandoned sun glasses. [Note: I have never met a kid who's worse at smiling for pictures. This is the best one EVER.]

Me and Katrina Leo, pre-terrifying movie

On a side note, I'd just like to let you all know that I am a very highly cultured individual. Justin, pictured above, is half Korean. Katrina is from Indonesia, and Andrea is from Peru. Megan Pond lived in Peru and is going to Romania this fall. Because I know all of them, I am REALLY COOL by association.

This is Daniel Jones. Because he is from Georgia, and because he is Black, we were friends. That was until he called me after the movie, from an unfamiliar number, I answered, and he only breathed into the phone. It was a brief relationship.

The movie selected was When a Stranger Calls. NEVER, I repeat, NEVER watch this movie. You will be scarred for life in every interpretation possible. Because of this horrendous experience, I will never answer a telephone again. In addition, the Tanner Building shuts down at midnight, meaning, if you are in there, the lights start going out, and if you happen to be using a projector it powers down without warning. At the most intense horrifying part, this happened, and I wet my pants. (Just kidding.)

We walked to the Marriot Center and finished watching on Barbie's laptop. I've never seen a computer this teensy. Anyway, it was four billion times scarier because we were outside, in the dark, in the howling wind, and Daniel kept being scary.

Megan Pond, me, and Katrina, post-terrifying movie. Apparently, my nostrils flare when I am frightened. Megan just cries.

As we were walking home, all of the girls had linked elbows and were walking together in attempt to ward off any monsters that were most assuredly lurking in the bushes. We took up more than the sidewalk. In the darkest part of the walk back, some STINKPOT BOYS drove by in a silent car and screamed "BLAAAARGH!" at us. We all screamed and dropped to the ground from terror, begging the end to come quickly. The guys in our group probably wet their pants from laughing so hard at us.

It was so stinkin fun. All of us girls slept in Miriam's room and watched The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants so that we would feel better. It worked. We stayed up until four in the morning, which justified the three and a half hour naps we all took the following day.

If it was these guys that screamed at us, I might be able to scrounge up some forgiveness.

Movie Night

Last night, there was a big to-do in Nottingham. BYU was hosting an outdoor movie night, complete with games, free t-shirts, and ice cream. Since me and my rommie, Rachel, are such crazy party animals, we had plans to go.

I was pretty lost on the actual "getting there" part (no pun intended), so I grabbed one of my pals from across the way, Justin Smith, and headed over with him as our guide. We were met by a girl from down the hall, Rebeckah Bischoff, who is also in my psychology class and a frequent lunch companion. Basically, we had the ultimate set up for a fantastic evening.

We arrived at Helamen Fields and staked out a spot right in the back with the maximum number of heads blocking our view of the screen and sat for a while, just taking in the sights, sounds, and smells of fellow collegians playing frisbee, diving for t-shirts, and trying to scare us out of our golden spot by laying their blankets down REEEEALLY close to ours.

Finally, the movie started. About thirty minutes into Planet 51, my compadres and I began to notice HUGE lightning forks flashing across the sky at about three minute intervals. And then the rain began. [NOTE: I have been hoping and wishing and praying for rain for the last two weeks. OH THE IRONY!!]


So the movie was taken down, much to my disappointment, and we began sprinting back to our building, dodging the falling icicles as we ran. We got back just in time for the rain to subside. Heh.

This is what we were greeted with.

Rebeckah, Justin, me, Rachel (pre-downpour)

After we had partly dried, Rachel and I called for our weekly movie companion, Miriam Bennett, to come entertain us with her substantial movie collection. We stayed up until one in the morning watching Never Been Kissed with Drew Barrymore. It was a BLAST. [NOTE: This is the dumbest movie I have ever seen. I do not recommend it.]

Rachel, Miriam, Me