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The Twilight Zone

A young girl got home from her exhausting job. Tired. Alone. She pressed the power button of her sleek black computer and sat down. She didn't suspect anything unusual. It was an ordinary day. An ordinary computer. And the girl logged on just as she has many times before. Except today wasn't ordinary; the girl had logged on to

The Twilight Zone.


I think the Twilight Zone is very plausible. You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into... the Twilight Zone.

It could happen. I bet it has happened.
Like this one time, I was driving at night and I saw a deer, but I didn't hit it and it ran into the trees. Bam! I bet I was in the Twilight Zone for a split second.
But that's not the only instance. Once, my sister couldn't find her keys. She searched and searched and never found them. I think I know where those keys are. Those keys are hidden in the Twilight Zone.

Nineteen

I really do try to make this blog stupid. I mean, that's my goal (you can EASILY tell by my previous posts) but I can't really put this post on my "everyday blog" because it's...too big? AND it just doesn't fit. I guess. So here we go, bear with me...or don't.

Well, I'm nineteen now, so different than eighteen, right? Okay, maybe not. But it feels surprisingly different. It's not exactly a monumental birthday...not a sweet 16, legal adult 18, super awesome drinking 21..or anything like that, but it really has got me thinking. The year has sped by so quickly, and everything has changed so much. Friends coming and going...friends changing...me changing. Everything is different and so much harder. Also, before I continue...

Available. Check it.

I kid I kid. Well, I'm serious, but I'm not. You know? You know. We're good. Here we go.
Back to friends coming and going. It's all a part of growing up I guess, which makes me sound super young, but it is. People grow and people grow apart.  It seems that a lot of people have a "forever friend" not someone they will be friends with forever and ever (although I'd like to think so) but someone they've been friends with "for forever".
...Like Shawn and Gus!

I guess my forever friend would be Emily, and by "I guess" I mean I know. We've been friends since 2nd grade..so like forever.

Emily and I having fun :)

But there's something about us and different schools. We were friends all through elementary school and enjoyed sock skating, swimming, walking, Barbies (oh yeah), sleepovers, everything! But after our ever so important and life-changing 6th grade graduation we went to different middle schools, and didn't talk our whole 7th grade year. But her school closed down and our friendship reignited in 8th grade. We stayed great great friends 'til graduation when she went to UVU and it was BYU for me. We lamely grew apart yet again, and it saddens me very greatly. Especially since we can't possibly go to the same schools or even be in school forever. In any case, she's in China now and despite drifting apart for the last year, I miss her a lot. A lot a lot.

Thick and Thin Friends

Then there's the thick and thin friends. You know, the friends that will be your friends no matter how many stupid decisions you make, or how rude you are to them, or anything like that. True friends.  These are my thick and thin friends :) With a few additions...you know who you are. I've done some real jerky stuff to these guys, but not only do they forgive me, they never ask for an apology. I don't hang out with them enough...especially for being such awesome people and such outstanding friends.

Best Friends

Then there's best friends. I have a lot of best friends...because I think it's anyone that's not just a "friend friend" You can talk to them about anything. They don't judge you. They listen. They care. They love. My "forever friends" and "thick and thin" friends are most certainly best friends, but I have others as well. Most of my best friends will hopefully become "forever" and "thick and thin" friends, but that's up to time :) And time really does change things. Best friends are the ones that come and go the most, second only to "friend friends". Best friends meet new friends, move, get in relationships, and move on. They're the toughest friends to have, the greatest cause of pain, and the easiest to love.

They're in there <3

Talk to friend. ;)

Another type of friend which often...as in always...overlaps with "best friends" are the talk to friends. For some reason, you can just talk to some people. Others...not so much. Sometimes when you talk to people, everything comes out wrong and nothing comes right, it's like you're venting wrong...and how is that even possible? But it is, with some people...and you have no idea what they think of you afterward, but those are NOT the "talk to friends". Even though, I think a lot of people have a tendency to talk to not-talk-to friends...am I rambling? Yes. Guess you, reader, are NOT a "talk to friend". haha, but these friends are ones that you hide nothing from, because you don't want to, and you don't need to. They care enough to ask, but they don't pretend to care. And more often than not, you don't even have to have any type of serious discussion with a talk-to friend, or even hang out with them that often. When you've snagged a "talk-to-friend," you can just tell. 

Anyway, sometimes friends are hard to understand. Sometimes one friend cares about another too much, sometimes not enough. Sometimes friends hurt each other. Sometimes friends don't mesh as much as they thought. But in any case, friends are friends. To mine, I say thank you. And I give you this
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With love,
Nikole

Gimme Gimme Gimme

I just want to use this super popular blog..to tell the entire world what I want.

• Someone that will know where I am when I disappear, that will find me, and bring me back.
• To see the ocean. To see the ocean with someone. To be brought to the ocean by someone.
• To ride in a plane.
• To ride in a hot air balloon
• To bungee jump
• Sky dive
• To go to a drive-in movie
• Someone to read this list and make one of these things happen...because they're nice like that.
  

Sorry Kids

I was sitting all by me-self remembering all the fun things I did as a kid...and I realized that there are quite a few things that my kids will never enjoy.

1. Awesome Smoke Bubbles.

My parents would always blow their cigarette smoke into bubbles which were so fun and awesome to pop! But my kids will never know the joys. Why? 1.The whole cancer second-hand smoke thing, and 2....I don't smoke.

2. "Drinking" Parties.
My mom taught us kids exactly how to take shots at a young age. NEVER with alcohol, she's not that stupid ;) (Just kidding, I love her!) But we learned the attitude, the actions, how to react to the "burn", how to wash it down with water...stuff like that. Sometimes their buddies would come over and we were the center of attention showing off our "skills" to a group of laughing adults. But I do not drink...and really have no intention to start.

3. Shootin' .

Don't get me wrong, my kids can shoot guns with us as much as they like, because it's super fun! What they will not do, however, is go to a busy campground and shoot beer cans with their Dad with little to no knowledge of gun safety...however that WAS ridiculously fun!

4. Box Love.
Kids should certainly use their imaginations or whatever...but as I recall sitting in a box every single day for HOURS and HOURS on end, I have to wonder how I turned out as somewhat normal as I have. ..I literally just put a box on the lawn and sat in it. Just sat there. In a box. By myself. All day.

5. NICE stuff.

I had my fair share of nice things growing up...A super cool bike (stolen), TWO video cameras for my little movie making phase (broken), a giant beautiful bunk bed (destroyed), an antique toy box (someone's foot went through it), a TOWERING book shelf (shelves split down the center), my own huge stereo (lost...I still can't explain that one), diamond earrings (missing)...

Sorry kids. You're missing out on some good times, but it is what it is.

30-Day Challenge

Okay, here's the stitch..I mean sitch. There's this thing called the "30-Day Challenge" that everybody is doing. Basically you post a song a day for thirty days using certain "criteria". My only beef is that there is nothing challenging about that. SO the title itself is full of lies.

Anywho, I decided to simplify it by taking out all the stupid questions and posting it all at once. Thus, here's a kinda thirty day challengish thingy, but way better because I wrote it. Is that rude of me? Duh. It's me. ;)
Song that makes me happy:  This song describes me. I swear it does!

Song that makes me sad: I don't really listen to music that makes me sad, I feel like that's kinda stupid. No one wants to be sad, right? So here's a song that listen to when I'm already sad.

A song that reminds you of someone: Ashley. Always. :) Oh and I've never seen the music video before, and I must say...weird.

Song you know all the words to: Uh. There's like a zillion, but here's a super good one!

Song people wouldn't expect you to love: .....haha. I love it.

Song you people to play at your funeral:check it.

So there you have it, bam. Go ahead, love it, hate it, appreciate it.

Bucket List this B****

The title of this post is a quote from Easy A...which I quote way way too much. Anyway, this is my bucket list, the things I want...er need to do before I kick the bucket.
...In no particular order...

1. Make-out in through a pair of hazmat suits.
2. Skinny dipping...because for some reason, I haven't yet
3. Ride in a hot air balloon
4. Go somewhere in an airplane, or just go on an airplane ride...or just be in an airplane
5. See the ocean, the real live ocean
6. Kiss a stranger...make it a good kiss.
7. Touch an iceberg
8. Kiss in the rain
(lots of kissin...)
9. Get flowers for no reason
10. Perform in a band..for more than Seth's family.

11. Touch a giraffe
12. Have my portrait painted or sketched
13. Ride in a Limo
14. Have someone sing a song to me
15. Ride in a convertible
16. Make a cake and get paid for it!
17. Meet the love of my life
18. Have fun...in Vegas!
19. Steal a street sign
20. ROADTRIP

21. Jump into water from rather high, fully clothed
22. Glitter fight
23.  Kiss underwater
24.  Dress up to be super gorgeous and fancy for no reason...if I can't find a good reason...
25...finish my buck list.

Valentine's Day Can Suck It.

I know everything about love. Seriously. I do. I mean, I'm what you can call a super pro on relationships. This said, I would like to point out why this day of love, formally known as Valentine's Day, is sucky. I'm I bitter? Duh.
Rated PG 13, just so y'all know.

10 Reasons Why Valentine's Day Can Suck It.

10.) Hearts. Hearts aren't two bumps with a pointy bottom...that sounds bad. What I mean is, they are a bloody muscle that looks like a....a bloody muscle. What's so great about them? They're gross. They keep us alive, but they're gross.
Gross.
Is this a valid point in the slightest? Absolutely not.


9.) It's all about the ca-ching, dough, loot, legal tender, bucks, cash, MONEY. Hallmark has got it made during the month of February. So do florists. Oh, and those people that sell stuffed animals. And candy merchants...and probably jewelry people... restaurants...theaters...ALL under the guise called "love".

8.) Jealous single friends. Just stay home and shut up already. 

7.) Being the jealous single friend. Alienated. Why? Because you're single. THEN, to make you feel worse you're surrounded by sickening displays of kissing, cupids, hearts, pda, and eventually, you're own puke.

6.)The pity gift. Do you want to really know who sent you those flowers? yeah. I'll tell you what, it wasn't not your mom. 

5.) Cupid. So...he's a naked short guy that goes around shooting people with arrows....and we're all...okay with this?

4.) Nothing is good enough thanks to your friends. They tease you if a guy gets you a lame gift. They let you know you're in a "go-nowhere" relationship if you get nothing. And, of course, they let you know that your man is OBVIOUSLY hiding something if you actually get something nice. 

..I only have 7 reasons

Whatever happened to chivalry? Does it only exist in 80's movies? I want Jon Cusack holding a boombox outside my window. I wanna ride off on a lawnmower with Patrick Dempsey. I want Jake from Sixteen Candles waiting outside the church for me. I want Judd Nelson thrusting his fist into the air because he knows he got me. Just once I want my life to be like an 80's movie, preferably one with a really awesome musical number for no apparent reason. But no, no, John Hughes did not direct my life.

Fashion. The Gist.

People just don't understand the world of fashion and how important it is to existence. I don't know why I said "people" because I meant to say "people who don't understand the world of fashion". So...People who don't understand the world of fashion just don't understand the world of fashion and how important it is to existence. Whatever, forget that. Basically, the purpose of this post is to get you to recognize your inner fashionista, and embrace it! Also, I think a lot of people have a small tinge of curiousity for what style they are...So let's start with the basics.

Types:
Classic
Prim and proper.Jewelry is muted and doesn't carry a bold statement.Well groomed, jeans and a sports blazer make a regular ensemble
This style reminds me of New Yorkers, sophisticated, but kinda boring and asking for rain.

 Preppy

Collared button-ups, polo shirts, khakis, argyle prints and a clean-cut look. People never seem to get this style right. Just think prep school.
This look reminds me of golfers...pretentious golfers. But it's nice








Bohemian

Romantic, carefree, free-spirited. Layers. Textures. Patterns. Tunics, flowing skirts, Ugg boots, flared jeans, fur, ethnic jewelry.

They're called UGG boots for a reason....














Chic
Clean lines, tailored, and ACCESSORIES! All the volume of chic comes from accessories. Bags. Hats. Jewelry. Ties.
Kind of classic's cousin
















Whimsical
An extension of a creative persona, fun, flirty, romantic, youthful, one-of-a-kind accessories that match a playful style. Unconstructed outfits.
Fun! I LOVE this!


















Avant-Garde (ah-vong-gard)
Fashion forward. No apologies. RISK. Ultramodern style that favors black, but will wear a bold and unusual piece that catches the eye of ALL who look upon it. (hee)
I always get conflicted when I see ensembles that are avant-garde...












Goth
Dark, morbit, eroticized fashion. Black is the new black...and the old black...and  just always black.
I think if you can pull off sexy goth, DO IT, but basically no one can...so don't.












Hipster

Too much controversy in this style type. Grunge. Skinny jeans on guys. T-shirts. Facial hair. Hats. I dunno. It's too crazy.
If you always wear jeans and a t-shirt, just tell people your hipster even though you're probably not.


















That's enough for today. Go. Fly away my little fashion divas!

Moral of the Story

There once was a peacock who very much wanted to fly, but due to the fact that peacocks are completely flightless, his wish was impossible. One day, a bull approached the miserable peacock.

"I want to fly, and I'm not sure why I can't," the peacock said, "all the other birds seem to fly just fine".

"Perhaps it is because you are too beautiful" said the bull.

Moral: Animals are idiots.

A caveman and his gay caveman friend were sitting around a fire. Eventually, the fire began to dwindle. The straight caveman poked the fire with a stick until it roared once again. This happened several times before the two cavemen realized they were rather hungry. 

"I kill food. Dino steak." Said the straight caveman.

"Mmm, I am just starving! That sounds faaabulous!!!" said the gay caveman.

While the straight caveman was out tackling dinosaurs, the fire began to dwindle once more. The gay caveman picked up a nearby stick and prodded the fire. Suddenly, he was straight.

Moral: Prodding a fire with a stick makes you feel manly.

Betty and George were best friends. One day, Betty didn't like George's sweater. After several hours of debating, Betty stabbed George in the heart.

Moral: True friends stab you in the front.

Cassandra was terribly ugly. She was so incredibly ugly. She was just really really ugly. One day, a group of slightly ugly to attractive people walked past her. A boy stopped in front of Cassandra as the rest of the group walked by. He stared into her eyes for a while. Then, carefully, he reached into his backpack, pulled out some air freshener, and sprayed all of the contents onto Cassandra's face.

Moral: Ugly people are associated with being smelly

A farmer and his wife had a goose that laid a golden egg every day. They supposed that the goose must contain a lump of gold in its inside, and in order to get the gold they sliced the goose open. To their surprise, the goose had the insides of any other goose. 

A man in a suit witnessed the incident and approached the couple.

"I know a goose that does have gold on the inside." He said, handing them a picture of a man, "This goose is at the Golden Casino every weekend"

Moral: Don't kill for money...unless the Mafia tells you to.

About Me

Nikole, Nikold, Kodie, Nikki, all me...preferably not Nikki, but whatever. I love the things I love and hate much less than I love. AND kisses from me to you (not weird cyber passionate ones, just fake cutesy kind.)

The World of Hot Somewhat Fictional Characters

I approve of videogames. Why? 

I will answer that question with a question.

Why not? 

Some may say "Because they are violent, pointless, addicting, stupid, not fun, not real, waste of time, etc."

To them I say. Shut up. No one asked your opinion, now let me say mine.

Apart from games being really fun, because they are,  there is one reason to play them that trumps any reason not to:

Hot Somewhat Fictional Characters.

I say "somewhat" because they are real. They're real to me. In my heart. 

Examples? Yes please.

1. Link from The Legend of Zelda Series

 Look at that.

 Though Link has appeared in many different incarnations in his games, we all know that this Hyrule hero will always be the same at heart. He is a hero, holds multiple responsibilities, saves the world,  has a deep caring factor....and he's gorgeous. *sigh of love*

2. Ezio Auditore Da Firenze from Assassins Creed

This guy is just so legit. He does such wicked, awesome, kill moves. SOOO cool. Which makes him attractive. He was a Florentine noble during the Italian Renaissance and, unbeknownst to most historians and philosophers, a central member and Grand Master of the Assassin's Order. sweeeet. 

3. Desmond Miles from Assassin's Creed

DIFFERENT from Ezio, just for you unknowings, Desmond Miles is one of the protagonist in Assassin's Creed. A bartender, Desmond was kidnapped by Abstergo Industries and taken to a secret laboratory, where he was put into the custody of Dr. Warren Vidic and Dr. Lucy Stillman. Although Desmond can be considered the protagonist of Assassin's Creed, the game is centered around his ancestors. But he's HOT. 

4. Kaiden Alenko from Mass Effect

Kaidan is a human Sentinel and a Systems Alliance Marine. He's a biotic wired with the controversial L2 implants, which are known to cause severe neurological damage to the user, but luckily, he only suffers from occasional migraines. As multi-talented as he is intelligent, Kaiden is cautious and self-controlled. 

He's lived a tough virtual life, and he is not bad looking, my friends. 

5. Roxas from Kingdom Hearts 2

Okay, I don't wanna be one of those weird anime-obsessed creeper girls, this guy is cute, like "ahhhh" cute. You know? Okay maybe not. Anyway, Roxas is the nobody of the main character, Sora. There's a lot of background to this, but basically if someone gives up their heart they create a heartless and a nobody. Sora cheesily "gave up" his heart to his lady friend, and Roxas poofed into existence as Sora's nobody. 

I just like him.

6.Nathan Drake from Uncharted

So, I've never actually played this game, but you gotta admit, he is FINE. I like his hair. But anywho, Drake frequently makes sarcastic quips and taunts, which is excellent because sarcasm rocks. Matt Casamassina of IGN commented on the character's interactions during gameplay that reveal Drake's nature: "it's lighthearted and amusing, but it also demonstrates that Nate is aware of how absurd his predicaments sometimes are. It's a small, unimportant communication, but it makes sense that the two would behave exactly as they do."

Sounds goooood to me.

7.Alan Wake from...Alan Wake

This is guy is sssweeeeeeeet. Why? He defeats evil axe-throwing demon spirits with a flashlight, a flashlight..and a gun, but whatever. He has a nice voice too, which kind of gets annoying with all his crazy narration, but, again, whatever. I still like the game, and I still appreciate this writing ghost fighter.

8. Sam Fisher

Sam is a real straight-forward guy. Though fully aware and confident of his abilities, Fisher understands that his survival has often been a gift of chance. He's Bad-A.  Fisher possesses a distinctly dark sense of humor, which is great. Personality-wise, Fisher is abrasive and honest, and has little patience for niceties and even less for lies, especially when the immediate problem presents itself. 

9. The Prince of Persia from Prince of Persia

This prince is more accustomed to blood and battles than thrones and theocracy. He is a mysterious character, with a rough exterior and a good heart. His facial scars do not detract from his perfectly chiseled jaw line, and his lucky scarf combines with his tousled hair to give him the look of a playful rocker from the rough side of town. Mmmmmm.

10. John Marston from Red Dead Redemption

Not gonna lie, this one was a toss-up for me. He's really not that hot looking and his voice sounds like Billy Ray Cyrus, BUT he's an upstanding guy that is pretty dang sweet. His loyalty and dedication are what really makes this rough gritty guy attractive and sexy. 

Failure to Launch

WELL. I have written many posts. All of them are pretty stupidly entertaining. But you know what? I've had a lot of stupidly stupid ideas or difficult ones that never made it out onto the actual blog. I am gonna share those posts with you.

Right now.

The italicized purple text is what I was thinking. 

Yeah. That's right!

Okay. Here we go.

1. Realizations

Here I am, bored out of my mind and procrastinating homework/studying for as long as I can, when I started realizing stuffs.

1.

People are...no. Er...in college there are...crap. Snap. I can't think of anything. Screw it.

2.Love: The Silent Killer

Almost all...meaning all, of my posts are basically dumb. Me being dumb. Let's take a step back, get a little serious, and talk about love.

You might be wondering "Nikole, what do you know about love?" My answer: nothing. I've never been in love. I've liked people, sure, but love?

What is love? Welll...some say it's friendship set on fire, others say it's like luck, and still others say it doesn't exist. I honestly have know idea. But I've heard talk...and I think I've gathered a few things about the realm of love that I would like to share.

1.) Attraction. You can't love someone you ain't attracted too. That doesn't mean ugly people can't fall in love, it just means that even they

What am I even talking about?  Ugly people can fall in love...with other ugly people that that ugly person finds attractive...which is less rare than you think...and, i'll work on this later.

3.)Plan for the Universe

I've come up with a plan for the rest of the universe. Trust me!

1.) Everything is free

This sounds good at first, until you realize the seemingly terrible downsides.We can't really have infinite desires with finite resources. Correct? So we need some sort of merit system, which would most likely cause a lot of tension on the planet. I say, let there be tension!!! Survival of the fittest. The very few survivors will be very happy with their seemingly endless resources til the planet dies.

This could be so epic! I'm gonna come back to this when I have enough time to give it the attention it needs!

(I never did)

4.)Curdled Milk, Rubber Hashbrowns, and Cheese Sandwhiches

That's all I wrote. The Title. I don't remember what it was about. 

5.) Love vs Hate

Love: V8 Fusion. It actually does taste good. AND there's a hidden serving a vegetables. It's a 46ounce Pomegranate-Blueberry Liquid Miracle!

Hate: Carbonation. It always burns my throat. I know, I'm a huge sissy...but it is what it is.

Love: Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy.

For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen.

You're one hundred percent positive that the ship which is crashed on the bottom of this ocean is the ship which you said you were one hundred percent positive could one hundred percent positively never crash?

In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move

The ships hung in the sky in much the same way that bricks don't.

Hate: Twilight

I can do this, I lied to myself feebly. No one was going to bite me.

I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful.

In a lot of ways, living with Charlie was like having my own place, and I found myself reveling in the aloneness instead of being lonely.

Gag.

Wait...no one cares about this stuff. I'm gonna go play Zelda. 

6.) Not a Slander

I was walking around today, hurryin to class and what not, when I saw this girl. Whatever, I see a million people everyday on campus. I looked up with my "I-am-so-bored-and-not-wanting-to-talk-to-anyone face" when she said "Hey! I LOVE your earrings!"

Wha? My face morphed from I-am-so-bored-and-not-wanting-to-talk-to-anyone to surprise to a smile. Being so polite and awesome, I replied, "Hey, thanks!"

"You're welcome!" 

And we just kept walking. 

Okay, not an exciting story, I know. It happens everyday. I know. Some people are just more outgoing than others. I know. 

BUT it made me want to compliment people. So, to followers and non-followers, here we go:

Seth: I like you're dark wash jeans. They are uber hott and make you look like Channing Tatum, but more awesome.

Andrew: Your voice is like audible platinum. I'm not just saying that. 

Dan: 

This is gonna take forever! I give up. Plus...it's a retarded stupid idea.

(Dan, nothing against you. I would have put Dan: Your hair is SO HOT! All lengths!)

Easy A....my life.

So, I've watched the movie Easy A a couple of times now. 1. I LOVE it. 2. I want to be her. Therefore, I'm gonna do my best to do so....right now.
Here's the beef of the movie:
After a little white lie about losing her virginity gets out, a clean cut high school girl sees her life paralleling Hester Prynne's in "The Scarlet Letter," which she is currently studying in school - until she decides to use the rumor mill to advance her social and financial standing.
That's it in a nutshell. So the protagonist, Olive, tells her side of the story with a big ol' webcast, in an effort to smooth out this nasty rumor. My "webcast" is going to be my blog. My losing the v-card story will be a rather upsetting tale about a couple of roommates and our inability to get along. She splits her story into different parts, from "The rumor-filled totally false account of how I ruined my flawless reputation" to  "Not with a fizzle, but with a BANG"

So enjoy, dear reader who could probably care less.

Part 1: Tears of Joy and then REGRET.
Yes. Joy. I got into a somewhat prestigious college close to home, and with full tuition. FULL tuition. Well, this college "strongly encourages" incoming freshmen to move into the dorms, so okay. In addition to my scholarship, I got a good chunk of money from the government. It's called a grant. Very useful...college goers? Look into it. So, I logged on the university's website and picked a corner bed in a corner room of a corner apartment...an empty apartment.
A while later some random girl added me as a friend on facebook. Sophia...with a little message "Um..I think we're roommates" How did she know?!?!?! So I looked it up ASAP. hmmm...Sophia, Nikole, Jenna, Elizabeth (Ashley)....Amy and Holly.
What?
I knew them.
I went to school with them.
But wanna know the real down to earth secret? I never really liked them. Holly was kinda "meh", but Amy was not a grade A friend. I always found her rather egotistical in a disgusting way. Sorry. Bein' frank. Anyway, I'm not holdin back here, I cried. In absolute utter frustration. I CRIED. My mom will totally back me up on this.
After I wiped away my not needed tears, I called Holly and Amy, and told them to please move in so many words. My "window" of moving had ended. Theirs hadn't. I was belligerent when they denied, I told myself, I guess I'll make the best of this....until it blows up in my face, because I know it will.
It did.
Part 2: Making the Best out of a No Good Terrible Gross Situation
Looooonnnnnnnnngggggg story short: it was hard to get along. I tried to in the summer, but it was a no from day one. I was even giving them the benefit of the doubt in my own personal journal. "Amy is kind of condescending," "I'm having a bit of a problem with Holly....," "Amy has a tendency to be egoistical," etc. I was even putting it nicely in my own private journal with my own private thoughts.
So we moved in. Exciting day!!! I met my other roommates, and in a non-gross lezbo way, we were a match made in heaven. But after a few days of happy go-lucky jazz with my hidden annoyance, it all changed.
Part 3: Maybe a Match Made in Hell (Sorry if that offends...)
That's right. Why? Because eventually it was clear my extreme annoyance with the two girls was shared by my other roommates. That was good. Really it was. Because we could share our feelings and anger with each other. Unfortunately, those feelings grew like a huge-o forest fire. Big whoop. Right? Then Holly went and made us all mad in the most despicable way.
That trick turned me in.
I like how Ashley words the situation.
" Nikole walks in, obviously upset. Apparently a CERTAIN roommate was uncomfortable with the fact that Nikole occasionally spends the night at a friend's house, so she went right ahead and talked to our RA to "see if it was against the Honor Code" without even talking to Nikole about it first!! (And just to clarify, Nikole and a group of her best friends have been having sleepovers with each other for a while now at this house, and yes, there are a couple males involved. They do everything together...they even formed a band a few weeks ago :) But she never knew this was against the Honor Code because she wasn't doing bad things or even doing it on campus. Just a group of besties hanging out at someone's house.) So the RA went to the Head RA, and they're going to talk to the Honor Code office about it. This is worse than it sounds. The Honor Code people take their job very seriously, and if they feel the Honor Code is being broken, serious measures will be taken. Nikole could very easily lose her scholarship, and if worse comes to worse, she could even be kicked out of the school."
To say I was upset, is a steep understatement. So, we talked to them. After our discussion, it was supposedly understood that all Honor Code violations be brought up with the person before the H.C.O.
Remember that. It's important to the story.
ANYWHO, we were all frustrated with the two (fill in a variety of insults). So, in all honesty, we weren't exactly nice to them. In our defense, we never did anything terrible and they were hardly home anyway. PLUS, they did stuff back, like walk in two minutes after guys are supposed to leave saying "Do you kids need help moving to the lobby?" Gag.
Mostly, we just talked about them behind their backs. We are college girls. It happens.
Part 4: Deny Me Once, I Try to Get Along, Deny Me Twice, You Gotta Get the H*** OUT
It wasn't long before we were all sick of the situation. We talked to them, as straight up as possible, the four of us told them why they do NOT mesh in this apartment and why they should move. They denied again.
You know...Amy kept on talking about how she doesn't need acceptance to be who she is blah blah blah won't change for anyone blah. Amy. Girl. If you ever read this, frankly, you're an idiot. No one wanted you to change, we wanted your butt out of our place.
Fine.
Whatever.
We decided that we're sick of all this stupid stuff, and made an agreement to be nice from now on. No backtalking. No pranks. No nothing. Nice.
Part 5: A Broken Promise
Remember how we would take up Honor Code stuffs with the person first? Yeah. Those girls don't know what an agreement is.
Jenna, Sophie, Ashley, and I all had meetings, individually, with the Hall Advisor and the head of ALL housing at BYU to discuss our "disregard of the rules".  Here's the deal. My best friend ever, Sophie's brother and Jenna's brother have been in their sister's bedrooms. NO ONE cared. Well, untrue, someone did, but they didn't have the lady balls to come talk to us about it. They told their mother. Their mother. Who called the head of housing and complained.
Time out.
We moved out. We are living on our own. We are legal adults. Is it really appropriate to get your mom involved in something like this? No. It's not.
GROW UP HOLLY!
Anyway, so because my "offense" wasn't family, I'm in even more trouble. I do have to move out. Let us hope that the behavioral contract I now have to sign tomorrow doesn't involve me paying for housing anyway.

So that's that.
The entire story.
That's my side of the story, the right side.
I didn't exaggerate the truth. I didn't lie.
Questions? Post 'em. I'll answer full heartily.

Amy, Holly, I wish you luck in your life. Because in all honesty...you're gonna have a rough time. Four people are moving out, and changing their lives completely, leaving their new ward and neighbors....because of you. I have to move home. I don't wanna do that AT ALL. Because of you. I'm sorry if we hurt you. But talk to the person next time.
From,
Me.