The witness

Reporting Laptop Attack

I Aly am a living witness of what happened to my dear friend Kenna. I can testify that indeed her laptop viciously attacked her toes, and showed no mercy whatsoever. Who knew the laptop was to be the accused? No one ever thinks these things could be the cause of such an injury, but then again they are the silent killers. No one ever tells you this when you're buying a laptop. You don't have employees tell you "this one is more convenient in case you drop it on your toes" or "it weighs less in case your foot breaks its fall" maybe they should. In reality I guess the moral of the blog is that the things you least expect could hurt you. Beware of laptops, just saying. We're pretty accident prone, maybe one day we'll end up in a place like this: 

Well best of luck to all of you in this crazy laptop attacking filled world. Stay safe.

-The A Team

Surviving Laptops

So..... It's 4:40 in the morning. I am currently laying on the couch in severe, throbbing pain. 

Special thanks to my laptop. 

Wait what? My laptop? Why yes, my laptop. 

My story begins around midnight, when Aly and I decided to watch How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days, a classic for sure. Things were going just fine and dandy whilst watching our precious movie which I found at a steal of $5 (please refer to the poor college student reference in my previous post "ways to waste money") but we hadn't a care in the world!

Then hulla-buh-loo begin once the movie ended. Being it almost 2 in the morning, Aly and I decided it was time for bed. I began to pack my things into my back pack (I.e. My laptop) to head back to my apartment, but did not secure it into said backpack. Upon reaching down to grab my boots that I had taken off earlier that night, my laptop bounded from my backpack and SMACK fell on the floor. No worries now, no worries... I know the biggest "gasp" will be due to the fact that I 100% need a laptop to pass college and breaking it would be a complete disaster for sure, but, never fear, my laptops leap of faith was broken by my foot. Namely my pinky and forth toe. 

(Side note):Now, I have owned and been involved with horses for over 10 years now and I have been stepped on by every size, shape, color and breed of the Equine family, and never in my life have I cried from being stepped on by half ton animals...but, of course, leave it to my 2 pound, half broken laptop to send me into a swirling uproar of profanities and tears. 

Naturally, after several minutes of me bellowing out cries like a heifer in labor (do I sound like a hick yet?) Kareena went to get Rylee to save me from my pain. A mutual consensus was made-- by everyone but me-- to go to the ER because they were convinced my foot was broken & I was going to die, yada yada blah blah blah. 

Long story short: I am now laying on the couch... Almost 5 in the morning... With two broken toes. 

Surviving Rexburg? Surviving the Rise of the Planet of the Laptop. 

Tata for now, Special K (aka Rogue Laptop attack survivor)

Awe (:

Here's To Us

Some people have a really hard time in college, especially when it comes to making friends. To be honest I think I don't just speak for myself when I say we got lucky. Who knew someone could make such good friends in such a short period of time? We are all SO diverse and lead completely different lives before we came here, yet we are so united. From all corners of the world including Italy, Mexico, Oregon, Cypan, Texas, Utah and California we wound up together. Not many people can say they love their neighbors like sister, or that they met a girl on their first day and have been inseparable ever since. To be honest i think we were blessed, because there's a small chance this was luck. I'm sure people go their whole lives not knowing what a friendship like this feel like; and I'm glad we never have to find out what it's like to be without it because we have each other. We're each other's home away from home, and I'm sure it'll stay that way for a long time. Okay enough cheesiness, moral of the story is we're awesome friends and we'll continue to get closer either from piling three girls onto one bunk, sleeping over almost every night, or taking turns on the floor of the car because we ALL want to go to Idaho Falls. 

Here's to us, and our awesome friendship (:

-The A Team

I Trusted You!

Rylee We Trusted You!

This weekend we decided it would be fun to take a little road trip, have a picnic, go on a hike... you know the usual get away plan. It all started out great, we each made food to bring, arranged for rides and packed up the car. Everything was perfect and we were so excited to finally be getting out of little Rexburg. For the first 20 minutes or so me and Kenna even sang at the top of our lungs in the car ranging from Rascal Flatts to One Direction. After about an hour we were wondering.. Where the heck is Rylee taking us? After asking her multiple times and checking directions we discovered we either missed a turn somewhere, or we were completely lost. Rylee reassured us it was the right way, but she was wrong! :( we all started to get a bit impatient so we decided to just pick a random place and eat so we headed up to Black Foot and ate at a park. It was all great once we got some food in our systems (as you know lack of food results in some pretty impatient girls). Finally, we decided that we should go take pictures and play a bit. It was a great idea and we got some great shots.. until we decided to do group shots. One by one our little teams took their pictures until we got to the R&R team. They didn't know what to do so Rylee suggested Rosa do a handstand. Rosa was unsure but still agreed. As fast as she went up she came right back down.. Rylee didn't catch her! It was hilarious to watch, because they decided to try it a second time and again she cam tumbling down. Laughing and in hysterics we heard Rosa scream from the floor covered in dry leaves "I trusted you!!" I think that was when we all lost it laughing uncontrollably. After that we enjoyed the view a bit then came back home. It was a good day, but we learned a valuable lesson: NEVER let Rylee get the directions or lead; and NEVER do a handstand near Rylee. Other than that she's a great friend and someone you could honestly trust, until she suggest a team picture with you upside down (:

-The A Team (:

Sweater Weather

It’s winning here in Rexburg.

And by winning I mean it is that awkward, but wonderful time of the year between winter and spring.

You see in Rexburg the weather can be bright and warm with birds chirping and the sun shinning and smiling one minute and the next its hailing and thundering and the sky appears as if it is going to break into a million pieces.

To describe it in one word the weather is like a pregnant woman at a romantic comedy… unstable.

However, this allows me to wear my most favorite piece of clothing…. Sweaters!

I love knits “seriously ask your grandpa. Can I have his Hand-me-downs?”

I hope this spring weather lasts.

 But, if the weather keeps being this bipolar it may start raining purple sprinkles.

R&R

Can I be Beyoncé?

She's fierce, she's fabulous, she's Beyoncé. Ugh, she is just so beautiful and has an amazing body. Seriously, my goal is to be her when I grow up, like who doesn't want to be a hot mom? Beyoncé is a hot mom.

If I were to be Beyoncé, I wouldn't have to do any homework because I would just tell my professors the following:

"I sold more than 400,000 albums in 24 hours, I don't need to do homework."

"Uhm excuse, do you know who I am? Homework is for peasants, I'm the Queen."

"I am Beyoncé."

Actually if I were to be her, "I am Beyoncé" would be my answer for everything.

Why didn't you do your chores?

"I am Beyoncé."

You didn't do the essay, why?

"I am Beyoncé."

Do you have a solution to end world hunger?

"I am Beyoncé."

Can I be Beyoncé? Please?

-Special K

I'm so over this!

Pretty please sky can you stop?

So today is Saturday, you'd expect lots of fun and a day filled with adventure instead of homework right? WRONG. The weather gods decided it was time for more snow. So here I am on this couch, all bundled up with nothing to do but blog. I actually did my hair and make up today expecting a nice outing, too bad that's just out of the question now. What do college kids do when they're bored? Because i've checked every social media like 20 times repeatedly and watched about 3 movies and I'm not anywhere near being entertained. It had finally began to be warm and i got my hopes up thinking it would be spring soon, then my dreams were crushed :( Don't get me wrong i love snow and cold weather, but too much is not the business. Moral of the blog is: You never know what to expect in little Rexburg, but it will get better. In the meantime this picture explains how i feel: 

-The A Team

Abby Got Jokes

The everyday life of Apt 179

(Proceeds to laugh)

I think I should do 8,000 because that’s my favorite number!

Should I do a Santa Fe, Elantra.... my mom has an Elantra!

I think I'm going to do an Elantra! 

How many miles??? What? I’m going to put all miles!

(Proceeds to break into song and dance...)

We are going swimming....

What?  Ok I have to shave my legs

Never in a million years!

 No do not 

I’m deleting my twitter

Oh no oh no 

How do you delete your twitter?

How do you do this?

I’m nervous

Ahhhh please delete it right now! 

uhhh uhhh (dramatically) please delete that please!

 I am never going to get a husband now!!

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

The point of this post is because of Abby there is never a dull moment in the apartment!

She is so funny and loves (really loves) to laugh!

The conculsion Abby's got jokes and a tiny pinky! No really look at it! Its so cute!

Abby is on the left!

P.s. WOOO WOOO!

We love you Abs

R&R

Ways to waste money

I think it's a well known fact that the word that usually precedes "college student" is poor. This is naturally due to the fact that thousands upon thousands of dollars are spent per semester on tuition, books, room and board, food, and OF COURSE you need to have money to go to movies, dinner with roommates, or even Idaho Falls to the closest Starbucks. Receiving a minute amount of money from (and I cringe typing this) my parents, we have to also remember other things that our necessities as human beings, one being toilet paper. 

Well, by the end of the month, when our monetary reservoirs are dry as a bone and we have resorted to eating from the mcdonalds dollar menu, I guess my roommates and I forgot that toilet paper was something that was close to impossible to live without. 

This put us in a pretty crappy predicament (pun intended) and had to run to Walmart. Upon arriving at our blessed little Rexburg Wally World we found that bathroom tissue, to our dismay, was a rather expensive item (the word "expensive" is used in comparison to how much money we actually have per month) so much so that our debate on the better deal was becoming too extensive... Finally Abby thought of the bright idea to just by many packs of the 4 roll, 1-ply tissue that were conveniently 68 cents each. 

Well, as great of an idea as that sounds, this event took place last night... And as of 8:00 this morning, 2 of the 16 rolls of 68 cent 1-ply toilet paper have been disposed of. 

The moral of this story? I don't know... But I felt like sharing the story of a poor college student who wasted $3.00 on toilet paper that will be gone by Thursday evening... 

That's all for now folks! 

Special K.

Firsts

 Yeah... I'm talking about first times

Don't get me wrong, this is not the 'first time' you have in mind -.- I'm talking about the scary steps you take on your own.  First to graduate high school. First to leave the house. First to go to college. That's me, and you better believe one day ill be the first to say I did it and I'm proud of myself. It's not easy, but it is definitely worth it.

Sometimes I want to hop on the first flight out of here and get myself back to my sunny California where I can wear my sandals all day and actually show my ankles. I want to go to the place where I can jump into my bed and forget the world and all the responsibilities that come with growing up. I want the joy of hearing my mom in the kitchen cooking for me and knowing she'll call me when it's ready. I want home.

What makes me stay? How can I overlook what I WANT and focus on what I NEED? Well I think the only answer to that is God. I crave success, and have a burning desire to be accomplished, but I never knew it would be this hard to gain it. Good thing I also have a strong enough testimony of God's love for me to know he's the only reason I haven't fallen apart. And good things I made awesome crazy friends who keep me busy and never let me have a dull moment.

Truth is i never thought about what it's like to be on my own, and that is the scariest first anyone will encounter. Being on your own for the first time. For some time we cannot wait to experience that freedom, and we are anxious to make our own choices; then when we finally do we're scared and we don't want it anymore.

What can we do? Well it's never too late for ANOTHER FIRST. The first time we put our entire faith in the Lord. The first time we realize we need to find out who we are and where we are going. The first time we really find ourselves. Its a scary world filled of firsts, but we just gotta have faith and trust in our first. Heavenly Father. Reach up, he'll take your had. Forever. 

Love, 

The A Team

Vent Sesh numero uno

Rylee told me to blog, so here I am, and here I'll stay.

I have never been one of those people who has had even the littlest desire to blog, but I agreed at gun point to this (ha ha, just kidding) BUT I digress. I suppose since I deleted my twitter, this will be the replacement to my ever-so strong addiction to venting profusely via the internet.

So, Rexburg, Idaho. Oh, sweet, sweet Rexburg. It's definitely a little bit off the beaten path-- which, don't get me wrong, isn't a bad thing-- but it definitely lacks the small creature comforts of Tennessee. I miss being acres away from my neighbors, having a backyard (or ANY yard honestly) and my plethora of farm animals that roam around our place. Although Rexburg is beautiful and close to many different things I'll miss, such as the beautiful Teton mountains and the fact that I'm less than two (2) hours away from Yellowstone National Park (uh duh, there's buffalo), there are many things about Rexburg that will be happily left behind come 2am on April 12th when I hop my happy, but probably tired butt on the Salt Lake Express. Things like below freezing temperatures, and lofted TWIN SIZE beds, and -- I think this is the most important, and I capitalize for emphasis-- NEIGHBORS UPSTAIRS WHO STOMP AROUND LIKE OGRES ALL NIGHT. Can we be honest here? How have I dealt with this for a little over two months without blowin' a gasket...?

*2 am* *finally getting to sleep after a long night of talking to Rylee and Abby...and probably Kareena to procrastinate my homework. Then rushing through my homework*

Ahh, finally, my head finally hits my pillow....and without fail, the ogres hit the floor.

What in the actual could they be doing up there at 2:00 in the morning? It makes me think of the times when I was little and my sisters and I would jump off our beds, couches, and basically anything that was elevated, with a pillow case to see if it would act as a parachute. Long story short: it never worked.

Either way, whatever our lovely, annoying ogre neighbors are doing upstairs at ungodly hours of the night will be anything but a bittersweet goodbye come the end of the semester. I pray to God that my neighbors in my apartment on my mission are never like that.

Sincerely, 

Special K

How I picture the semester will end:

Same Love, Different Religion

You're completely, and madly in love with this boy and he is crazy for you back. You never fail to say "I love you" every 5 minutes; they're constantly on your mind and nothing else matters; you catch yourself at random depressing moments missing them so much; and you just count the days until you guys are together again, instead of doing something productive. 

I am Mormon, and I am in love with Jared, and he is Catholic. 

Our relationship happened out of nowhere-- he became someone I just admired from afar because of how well he dressed to one of the most important person in my life with just a few intellectual conversations and cups of herbal tea and coffee. We love every single, little, perfect imperfection about each other and we accept the weird mannerisms we have. I'd like to say that we're the perfect couple, to be honest. I'd also like to say that I want to marry him too-- that's how serious I am about this boy; 18 and already in love with someone enough that I want to spend the rest of my life with them. 

The difference in our religions is difficult, but it does not change how much I love him, in fact, it makes me love him even more. It makes me want to give him the happiness’s that truly make me happy-- the kind of love that he shows me, and the only true Gospel of Jesus Christ. Jared is the most amazing guy in the world, and he deserves all the happiness and love this world has to offer. He deserves to attain the truthfulness of the Gospel and the opportunity to be with his family forever. He deserves to feel the undying mercy that Heavenly Father privileges us and the hopeful grace that Jesus Christ showers us with. He deserves to know that when we do get married, it's not "'til death do us part," it is forever, always in all eternity. 

The love we have for each other is the same. We argue constantly on who loves who the most, and we stay stubborn and firm in saying "I love you more." But the beliefs we have spiritually are different, but not unsettling. Time and Heavenly Father will help me educate the love of my life about the eternal happiness he is able to obtain. A conversion is not a promise, but the fact that he knows about the Gospel, the thing that makes me the most happy besides the love he has for me, is a start and maybe, you never know-- we'll be sealed in the Temple, for time and all eternity. 

I am Mormon and I am in love with Jared, and he is Catholic.

Love,

Special K

Man Crush Monday

Why did I get twitter?

To stalk One Direction, but more importantly Harry Styles.

What else would I use it for!

Why did I get pintrest?

For the food board of course!

Why did I make an Instagram account?

Because everyone else got one!

I guess what I am trying to say is social media doesn’t mean I’m social.  But it does mean that I know what all five members of One Direction are up to, I can follow any recipe like a beast, and I always know who who’s man crush every Monday!

#MCM

Love,

The A Team