One of these...

Except the last one is also in green, not orange. I think Bexar got the top, Bethany, Poodle, and Brianna got the middle, and Fernash got the bottom. But I can't remember who got light or dark green.

But no matter what you got, you only have 2 options for skirt, so I don't know why it's so important anyways.

i have them!

Dearest sisters,
I bought your shirts for my wedding today. All you need to bring is a black or off-white skirt. I will have your shirts here for you when you come in June.

the oddball roommate

I have this roommate. I like her because she is the only one in the apartment who still hangs out with Brandon and me. The only thing is, nobody seems to understand her. She is one of the only people I know that has absolutely no need for attention. And that bothers alot of people. So her lack of a need for attention seems to bring more attention to her, because people are fascinated with her.

Like the boy who burns her CDs that she can dance to and comes over every week to teach her how to dance, even though she so obviously hates it. Tonight she told me, "Maybe I should force him to practice my hobby with me. I could invite him over to do math problems. Or stare at walls." And it's true, because besides eating ice cream, those are her two main hobbies.

Or my other roommate's boyfriend. He's loud, and it bothers him so much that she's content listening to conversations instead of participating in them that he makes it a point to try and get her to talk. Which shouldn't be that hard, because she talks to Brandon and me all the time. She just prefers talking about how synthetic diamonds are made to talking about football.

Or my roommates themselves. I don't know how many times they've dragged her along on their escapades, dressed her up, or educated her on pop culture. They don't seem to get that she doesn't care about 90s grunge music or which boy thinks she's cute. Not all pretty girls want to date every boy they meet.

Sometimes, I think people need to let the smart, quiet people be smart and quiet. They're not that quiet if you don't try to force it out of them.

Valentine's day

When Brandon and I got engaged, I started getting excited for this Valentine's day. I have to admit that even when we first started dating, I would imagine Valentine's day with him because he is amazingly talented at doing nice things. I would be the envy of every girl I know, and I would love it.

Until I realized that this Thursday, I have work/class from 8:45-7:00. And Brandon goes to work at 10:00.

A three-hour Valentine's day? This is so disappointing.

I will be wearing black all day to bitterly mourn my ruined day and to make it clear that Valentine's day is officially postponed.

I am SOOO dumb

On Wednesday, I called Brandon to see where he was. I hung up, and about 5 minutes later I saw him. He was on the phone and when he saw me he said, "It's for you." So I took the phone. My conversation went something like this:
me: hello?
other person: hello?
me: um, what's up?
other person: um, what's up?
me: are you copying me?
other person: are you copying me?
me: okay, this is so not funny.
other person: okay, this is so not funny.
me: maybe a 5-year-old would think it's funny, but I don't. so stop.
other person: maybe a 5-year-old would think it's funny, but I don't. so stop.
me: fine, you can talk to Brandon again.

So I hand the phone to Brandon, and he hangs up and says, "do you know who you were talking to?"
And I said no.
"You were talking to yourself."
Apparently, my phone doesn't recognize when I shut it, so my phone never hung up. I was hearing the echo from my phone on Brandon's phone. And getting mad at it.
I'm dumb.

it is declared

After 8 months of knowing I wanted to major in Spanish, I finally declared a Spanish major. I was a little worried because I won't be able to complete the foreign residency requirement. But, after 5 minutes of telling me how important it is to have foreign residency experience in the major, my advisor finally said, "Well, I guess if you're getting married, we can't force you to. It won't stop you from graduating." I thanked him and assured him that I would have done a study abroad if I were not getting married. So now I have 3 more classes to finish before I am DONE with the major. It won't be so fast, because I have to finish a minor and generals as well. But I should be graduating after Spring semester in 2009. After that I have 2 options:
1. Find a post-bachelor's degree teaching program and do student teaching for a 1-2 years in Spanish, or
2. Be a bum. Sounds really fun, but I don't think Brandon would like it.

the skirt

Mom and I have voted to get everyone this skirt, which y'all can wear with the shirt of your choice for the wedding. But no brown. That means you, Ashley.

This is another option, just get something to put over it.

oh Waggie

Today my grandma took me shopping for quilt fabric. I have to say, I was very polite. She started picking up old lady floral fabrics and showing me how pretty they were. Luckily, I managed to escape with a nicer blue and green one. She also couldn't come to terms with the fact that I only wanted a full, not a queen, quilt. She kept asking how much a queen size quilt would take despite the fabric store ladies' advice that a full would be MUCH easier. It was quite a fun experience. And I really am very excited about this quilt, because it will be cute.

all done!

Brandon and I booked the photographers today, which means we are done with wedding planning. All we have to do is order invitations and finish all the little details that are still there. I am VERY happy to have all of it done.

little brandon is the best

I just remembered that I forgot to blog about how great my little Brandon is. This summer, I was in Mexico for 4 weeks. He picked me up from the airport after I got back. When he saw me come down the escalator, he was on the phone with his dad. He hung up on his dad right when he saw me (without saying bye) and jumped on me vicariously for Ashley. He waited with me for more than 1/2 hour for my bags, which we later found out had been off the carousel for some time, and we just didn't notice them because we were too busy looking at each other like dumb little lovers. I got into the car to find homemade pizza on my seat because he knew I would be hungry after flying all day. He also gave me 28 roses (one for every day I was gone) and had our favorite song playing in the car.

And he does things like that all the time, because he's the best.

yummy

I was looking at elegantcheesecakes.com today for wedding cakes and I came upon this. With a few changes, it could work.

a decision... for reals

I'd like to congratulate myself on being on a roll this week. I finally figured out what I want! This is the official color that everyone gets to wear. I even picked out the flowers, but no one can see those yet. If you get a skirt or shirt in this color, you can wear it with black or off-white. (I know brown would look cuter, but we're going with black.) If you can't find a dress in this color and you want a dress, too bad. You'll just have to wear a skirt like everyone else.

PS Ann Taylor has some shirts in this color. If you find any other stores with this color, let me know, please.

And then I bought something wonderful

I think Poodle's magentism towards good deals transferred to me today. I've looked at wedding dresses and been disappointed every time-- mostly because dresses in Happy Valley are really poofy, and they swallow all 62 inches of me. I considered getting a wedding dress custom made and it turns out that it would cost at least $900 for something really simple. In a last-ditch effort to find something affordable, I went dress shopping today. And I got one for $200. How do you get a wedding dress for $200, you might ask? Simple-- it was a prom dress. It was ivory, satin, and when you take off the ugly belt, gorgeous. And yes, you can make fun of me for buying a prom dress for a wedding dress.I also got these shoes to go with it for $30. Not a great deal, but cheaper than the almost identical ones at DSW.

We just discovered something wonderful

Yesterday, I came over as little Brandon was watching Fists of Fury. He had the movie on mute while his music played on his computer. Then we discovered pretty much the greatest thing ever:

Bruce Lee fight scene+ the song "You sexy thing"= REALLY FUNNY.

It's almost perfectly choreographed. The durations of the song and the scene align very precisely. If you time it exactly right, you even get Bruce Lee screaming along to the music. Being the nerds that we are, we watched it at least 3 times. Beautiful.

making rugs

I think that I should learn how to make rugs, because I really want this rug, but it is $600.
Luckily, I'm taking a ceramics class, so I actually can make these vases. Mine will definitely look better.

Recipes

Until I get paid, I have tomato sauce, potatoes, penne, and $3 to live on. Anyone have recipes with these 3 ingredients?

My days, these days

This winter semester is going to be much busier than the fall. Since I'm getting married, and I realized that getting married is really expensive, and I officially have $0 in my bank account, I now have to work every day as opposed to just a TTH shift. There are ups and downs to life right now, though.

Ups:
I only work for 3-4 hours at a time, which is great, considering my attention span.
My classes are fun, and Brandon tutors me on Geology.
Brandon, of course.

Downs:
I figured out today that the only furniture stores of any size in Utah are RC Willey and IKEA. Since Brandon used to work construction, he likes to point out all the reasons why their furniture is crappy.
I can clean the kitchen and it will magically be dirty again in a few hours.
My roommate left her curling iron on for 8 hours and left it by the computer, and I just put my hand on it.
I lost yet another cell phone. Brandon can attest to the fact that I only keep it in one of two places, so I'm not sure how this happened. Hopefully it turns up on Monday.

I hate my bed

Two nights ago, I got sick. Headache, sore throat, and achiness were the main symptoms. Normally, I would love this kind of sick. I like being achy and crawling into my bed and sleeping all day. So originally I was pretty excited. Then I got into bed. I usually have trouble sleeping at night since my bed is so hard, and as this night I was already an uncomfortable infirm, I didn't sleep at all. I ended up moving out onto the couch to sleep. The next day I was forced to spend $35 on mattress pads because I was not about to lie awake for hours feeling springs dig into my back again. End of story.

Sledding

Last week my roommates were appalled to hear that I had never been sledding before. Trying to be nice, Brandon took me. Everyone had assured me that I would love it and that it would be "so much fun." That might be true if your idea of "fun" is speeding down a freezing hill of death. Brandon only took me down one time, but I screamed the entire way down, fell off, and got enough snow down my pants to melt and fill a teapot. He was nice and didn't make me do it again.

Also, I now have a cell phone. It finally came and Poodle was a super helper and got it on the plan for me. And I didn't even have to change my number!

local flavor

Sometimes the fashions at BYU amaze me. Looking around my BOM class, I like to imagine the average boy's morning routine. It probably starts with a 30-minute ritual in front of the mirror (involving 1/2 gallon of hair gel) to get that perfect just-out-of-bed look. Throw on some pre-ripped $58 jeans and a BYU shirt, and you're ready to go share mission stories with your future wife.
And then there's the boy with the mustache who sits next to me. He also wears girl jeans. If he wanted to make a statement, he sure has, and it says "I don't ever want to be kissed by a girl." Or maybe the mustache is supposed to counteract the girl jeans, as if to say, "Don't be fooled; I really am a boy."
Tumors have become remarkably popular among the girls at BYU. I've heard it called many things--the beehive, the Provo bump--but I think its technical term is ratting. These girls "rat" their hair into a huge bump on the back of their heads. I'm beginning to suspect that some girls carry their food/school supplies in it. I can think of a few origins of this phenomena:
The movie Hairspray
Some social diva had a really bad cowlick, and some poor girls started to follow the trend until it got popular
or, Utah girls became jealous of those cool turbans they get to wear in the Middle East and started mimicking it with their hair.
However atrocious these styles may seem, I'm glad that BYU students embrace them. Cougartown really wouldn't be the same without the emos, the glorious ex-APs, and the beehives. I was once that little girl that never showered, and I am engaged to a boy who only recently abandoned the fauxhawk (which Mom calls the "fountain). Keep being weird, BYU.