Temple Trip and Missionaries

    So for those of you who aren't familiar with Provo or the Mormon culture, well, you obviously don't live in Provo because everywhere you go in Provo, the Mormon culture follows you ;) Anyway, just down the street from our apartment is the Provo Temple, a sacred building for our church (for more info about temples go to this link, Temples). Right across the street from the temple is the Missionary Training Center or MTC, where missionaries go before they travel to their respective places around the world where they will serve. They learn how to teach the gospel and hopefully, learn a few basics of how to talk in a foreign language if they are going to a different country.

    So two Saturdays ago, I walked down to the temple and did baptisms for the dead. As I was walking back, I passed a few groups of missionaries going to the temple. I have this thing where I hate walking past people and not looking at them and stuff. So I glanced up and looked at them. At the same time, I caught the eyes of one of the missionaries. We held gaze for a fraction of the second and then he quickly looked away at the ground, like he wasn't supposed to look at girls anymore since he was a missionary now. It was pretty hilarious and it took all my restraint not to bust up laughing. Poor missionary who was just trying to be righteous and I was being a "temptation" by looking at him haha.

    Anyway, that's pretty much it. Good luck to all the missionaries serving around the world. I'll be joining y'all within the next year!
Julie :)

Of course.

So every Monday and Wednesday I eat lunch at the Cougareat with my best friend from High School. This is great because I always feel awkward eating at the Cougareat by myself because I don't want people to feel bad for me and feel like they should sit by me because that would be awkward too. But this past week my friend had a dentist appointment during the break where we usually eat lunch. I went into the Cougareat hoping that I would find someone I knew in order to avoid any awkwardness. I happened to be texting one of my FHE brothers at that very moment, so I decided to ask him where he was. "Getting food at the Cougareat!" was the reply. A friend to eat with! Huzzah! So we sat down to eat and started talking:
Me: Want to know what would be so awkward? If you were sitting by yourself and someone you didn't know came and sat by you.
FHE Bro: Yeah that would be super awkward! I wouldn't know what to say. Has that ever happened to you?
Me: Nope. Thankfully. I'm pretty shy so I don't know what I'd do.
FHE Bro: It's never happened to me either. I hope it doesn't.

But then sadly my FHE brother had to leave because he had other obligations at that moment. So there I was, alone, with another half hour to kill and 2/3 of my pasta left to eat. I started twirling my pasta around on my fork and looked over to the table next to me. It was empty. I felt pretty sure that I wouldn't be making any new friends today. Of course, as soon as I thought that, I heard a voice say, "Is it okay if I sit by you?"
I looked up to see who the voice was talking to. The guy who's voice I had heard was looking right at me.
"Oh! Sure!" I said.
I started laughing inside. Of course right after I talked about how this would never happen it happened...
We sat in silence for about 3 minutes. I couldn't take it though. It was sooooo awkward. I finally started talking to him. It became less awkward. Then I had to go to class. The end.

The moral of the story is:
Never say never, and learn to talk to people so that there don't have to be awkward silences.

-Jessica 

A Haiku for Halloween

Snow came, Zombies too

Drooling, pale, lifeless were we

Due to lack of sleep 

-Annalee

Wedge-Picker

Since we are now halfway through Semester 1, I figured I would share my most embarrassing and awkward story thus far.  Ironically, it happened in the first week of the year.

Across the way from Tingey Hall, is a boy hall, Fugal.  I pass this building everyday on my way to or from school, specifically by one window on the bottom floor, which is occupied by men I know from back home.  

One day, I was walking home from the gym wearing my not-so-honor-code-appropriate-but-okay-for-running shorts.  At an awkwardly short length, they tend to ride up in between my legs when I walk, giving me really uncomfortable wedgies.  When I was nearly home, I stopped and picked the most awkward front wedgie ever.  My gracefulness as a woman was disregarded at this moment in time as I pulled down my shorts.  Immediately after relieving myself, I see movement to my right.  I glance over, and realize I am in plain view of my home-boys window, and yes, someone was shuffling out of the view of the window, as if they were hiding.  I am 90% sure one of them saw this little incident.  I hung my head in shame and walked back to Tingey.  

Coincidentally, the frequency of us seeing each other campus dropped dramatically after this day.  

--Sadie

Awkward Doors and Awkward Freshmen

So I’m Cassidy, I’m from Washington state, and I love college!! I also love pineapples, and the show Psych, and even though there are a bunch of pineapples on Psych, my love of them actually originated from the Upside Down Show, which randomly incorporated the King of all fruits (hence the crown) way before Psych did.  Yeah, I haven’t posted much yet, but it’s just cause I’m super busy. But I witness awkward happenings all the time, I really do (there are almost too many to post). One in particular comes at me daily. And it revolves around the simple act of opening a door. First of all, I’d like to pay a tribute to all of the guys here at BYU who will take the time to open a door for the ladies. It’s great, it’s classy, it’s respectful and it significantly speeds up the time we get to class by about 3 seconds. Some girls may put up their noses at this gallant gesture, arguing that they are perfectly capable of opening a door. Congratulations...now let the guys (who know that you have arms too) open doors for you. Anywaysss, whenever I’m entering or exiting a building and there is a gallant guy (g-guy) just ahead or behind me he will open the door for me and if there is no g-guy, I open the door myself (gasp…just kidding). New Scenario: I’m exiting a building and there are two doors side by side with each other. I open one at the same time that a guy entering the building opens the other one. I am in the process of beginning to step through my door when he holds open his door and gestures for me to walk through it. Uh….You know this is awkward if you’ve had this happen to you. The whole thing happens in a time frame of like 2 seconds, but you still have this internal battle with yourself on whether or not to backtrack and go through his door (he has this very expectant look on his face) or to smile and continue on through your own. I’ve done both, and I’m still not sure which is the best way. I guess there really is no non-awkward way out of an awkward situation. =) (And then there’s also that moment when he thinks you’re still going to go through your door but you haven’t told him that, so you both start to go through the same door…good times.)

Kay, next awkward moment. So one of the first weeks of school me and the roomies went to this dance. It was a Friday night, and we were ready for a night out on the town, (or a night out at BYU). We were dancing up a storm when these three pretty good looking guys came up and started chatting/dancing with us. It was all really well and good until they asked, “So where do you guys live?” I’m pretty sure we all inwardly groaned because we had to answer, “Uh, we live in Heritage Halls.” And then of course they all got funny looks on their faces and said, “Oh, so you’re freshman?” Yeah…two of them almost immediately left and the other one was much more reserved for the remainder of the time he spent with us. Aw, the joys of being a freshman =)

Cassidy Roundy

I'm challenged.

So I kind of half way fell into a crush for this boy here at BYU.

And one of my besties back in good ole' South Dakota asked for his picture, and I only did what any normal girl would do.

I creeped him on Facebook, saved his picture, and sent it to my phone.  
So then I send her this picture right? But then I get no reply.

Dude, like... what the heck? I went through all this trouble to send you this super hot picture, and you don't reply me? At least say he's cute.

BUT THEN I AM ENLIGHTENED. Lo and behold,  I've sent a sexy picture of a male to a boy I know named Matt.

Creeping for Days

If you're wondering if we've Facebook stalked you, the answer is yes, we probably have.

It happens.

That awkward moment when you're in the library and it's completely silent and you decide to read your roommates blog and you read Sadie's post about laughing out loud in the quiet work out room and you start laughing out loud in the quiet library....

-Jessica

Of Karma, Salmon, and Doors

Before I came to College, I watched a funny Youtube video where this guy would hold doors open for people very far away, and then wait for them. At the time, I laughed hysterically at those people who would do that awkward run-walk-skip-shuffle thing to get to the door quicker. How silly they looked, I said. Watch their expressions of panic, I jeered.

 

Well , you know what they say about Karma.

See, there is a little issue at BYU (no, I’m not talking about how most of the cute guys are married). Everyone is incredibly polite. And because of our conditioning, holding the door open for someone is a knee jerk reaction, as inescapable as smiling back at someone.

What I’m trying to say is that I have become one of those awkward running-shuffling-skipping people, that  just a couple months ago I mocked.  

And I’m painfully aware of it. It’s become of those grit your teeth and bear it moments for me. Each time I tell myself I won’t alter my pace, and I definitely won’t say in a much higher, breathless tone, “thank you,” I will be stoic.

In reality, I turn into one of Pavlov’s dogs. When I see a person holding the door, I can’t help but think of how I don’t want to make them late to anything, and how nice (but unnecessary) it was for them to keep it open, and before you know it, my legs clumsily move forward, stuck in an indecisive cross of speed walking and jogging, and that stupid greeting bursts out of me, and then the poor fellow is forced to grunt in reply.  

For some reason, I’ve had other weird dealings with the doors on campus. One time I bumped the Library door with my hip to get it open, and somehow got stuck squirming under its weight, pressed against the frame, and luckily, some poor guy came and freed me before I started panicking. I honestly think he just got annoyed with me trying to wiggle my way through the passage way.

Several times in a particular building, I’ve been hit or nearly hit by swinging doors at class change, and in addition to the startling impact, have been forced to swim upstream like a salmon against the flood of people spewing forth.

The literary being in me can’t help but see these unfortunate experiences with doors as some type of metaphor for my current phase in life. But, as the interpretation hints at being sad, I think I’m just going to continue to blame them on my mocking of those poor people on YouTube.

 

                                                                    Moral(s) )of the Story

-Think twice before you make fun of others.

-Use your hands, not your hips when opening heavy doors.

-Sometimes its better to not think about the metaphorical context of things.

-Before getting your hopes up, always check the fourth finger, of the left hand of an attractive guy.

 

                                                               -Annalee

Men are for Catching

A couple weeks ago, I walked into my room to find Jessica in the most unflattering awkward position any human being has ever been in.  So naturally, I joined her.  This pose was affectionally named our Man-Catching pose (because what kind of crazy man would say no to that?).

Last weekend I was chilling with my sister, and we went over to some boys' house to watch the Avengers (which is the best movie ever.)  The couch was fairly small, and could comfortably fit two people, but since there was limited space in the living room, we were confined to three people on a couch.  The man sharing the couch with me and my sister's friend, Erin, was a little big-boned, which made the whole situation a little cozier.  Before the movie started, I did some serious adjusting, and finally found myself in a comfortable position.  At about the part of the movie where the Avengers assemble in order to take back New York City (and the world), I looked down at myself, and realized that I had been sitting in, none-other, but the Man-Catching pose for the last hour and a half.  Let's just say I got those boys right where I want them...

--Sadie

I Work Out (girl, look at that body)

I, Sadie, am a Sitcom addict.  And as such, any spare time I have goes into watching sitcoms, specifically my spare time spent at the gym. But being in an all-women's gym, where literally every single woman has headphones glued to her eardrums, makes for a pretty silent and eerie atmosphere.  Aside from the squeaking of ellipticals and treadmills, the place is nearly as quiet as Sacrament Meeting in a Single's Ward.  Generally, this silence is very nice- it shows a refreshing focused attitude amongst all those working out.
But for those (me) who like their comedic relief, it sometimes is very stressful to avoid breaking the silence.  Such an experience happened to me last week, while watching the season premiere of the Office.  For those of you who have watched it, Kevin's little turtle-incident was the problem causer here.  My face and body went through an extremely wide range of expressions trying to compensate for the lack of noise.

(Please follow in a clockwise direction if you want this to logically make sense.)

1. Pure shock and surprise at the event that has just occurred. (Namely, Kevin puzzling back together his turtle's shell.)
2. The realization that I am in a completely silent room with girls who would mob me if I bust a gut while on the elliptical.
3.  The I'm-ready-to-burst-with-laughter face, which happens when I remember just how hilarious [Kevin] was.
4. My complete inability to hold it in, A.K.A. the crack: jumping up and down on the machine, arms flailing, smacking my face, nearly peeing my pants.  Also included in this is the silent yet very creepy laugh, which is similar to one I would image a choking hyena to have.

While audibly uninterrupting, I think it is safe to assume that any poor soul looking in my direction would feel very visually interrupted (impaired?).  Which is why I would like to make a public apology to all those who happen to be in the Women's Weight Room at the same time as I am...
So if in the future, you see me working out and acting inexplicably awkward, just remember that as an [Sitcom] addict, I am not always in control of my own body.

--Sadie

Homecoming! (Well, the asking part)

This week I got asked to Homecoming! I'm pretty excited about it. This is how he asked:

It says "Will you go to Homecoming with me?" Written of course, on my favorite thing in the world, Chocolate Milk. :) (Heather, you're going to hate this. Yes, it's the crazy cowboy who asked me.)

His name was written on the top:

Jonathan. The A and N are on the same bottle. Basically I'm just really excited.

This is how I answered:

Under the Y and the S are Symphony Bars which Ty has been wanting for a really long time, but the Bookstore has been out. Luckily they had some today! The E is made of Milky Way and Snickers Bars. Don't worry all of you Honor Code crazies, I didn't go into Ty's room for this. I had one of his roommates, Paxon set it up for me and take pictures. (If anyone is confused right now, his first name is Jonathan and his middle name is Ty, but he goes by Ty.)

I'm so excited! :)






-Jessica