Oh My Stars

GUYS. HPen facelifted the blog: Mama Hen For The Win. I'll tell you what, you need to go see it because it looks FAN-freaking-TASTIC. Muah!

FRICK

The problem with passwords is that I have to many of them! And then I can't remember which one is for which freaking log-in. So then I end up locking myself out in important moments. Like when I want to comment on H's blog post because I miss her more than a poor college freshman guy misses his meals in the Cannon when he's trying to save money/ran out. Words can't express my love for this gal. And she's pretty freaking funny too. So here's my responses.

LET’SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS TALK ABOUT THE SNAPCHAT.

^that's what I was going to say. Sorry Lake, she's my roommate so I have dibs.

SO I’M SITTING AT THE BEACH

Tough life, H. STOP I'M SO JEALOUS AND I MISS YOU. COMEBACKTOMEEEE.

QUOTE{S} FROM LAST WEEKEND:

Have I taught you nothing? ALWAYS give your number to the creepy guy. Especially on your birthday when I told you to party like I would. Jeez. SMH. 

Okay that's it. 

The end.

There's really no other way to describe it. It's just the end. The end of the beginning I suppose. Haley and I are busy deep cleaning and packing and whatnot. Cleaning out the shoebox we call home. And that's what it's become - the 3103, Provo, BYU - home. I know I'm going "home" to California. But I'm going there with suitcases and a set date to come back. And I'm okay with it. I waited for this day with anticipation since day one. And I can't believe it's here and if I'm being honest, I wish it wasn't. I could sit here and make a list of all the things I wish I would've/could've done before I left, things that I could add to the Freshman Year Bucket List. Instead, I'm just so grateful for the things that I was able to do and accomplish while I was here. And now I sit in anxiously awaiting when I can get back to P-town. It'll be a fantastic end to my summer with Camp Kesem and then swinging right in to RA training. Oh yeah guys, I'm going to be an RA! Next Fall and Winter semesters I'll be living in Freshman On-Campus housing so that they'll pay for my things (housing and meal plan) and so I can help some girls navigate their Freshman year. That'll be interesting!

As for this summer, I'm going to try and figure out what I want to do with my life. I have a few ideas, and I know I have time, but really feel like I can do it. It's a "me summer". I have a few goals in mind, a job lined up, and some quality reading time to catch up on. And I can't tell you how great it all sounds.

I don't blog enough

Sometimes, there are things that happen in my life, and I'm like, "I think that might be funny for other people to read." So I blog it. But then, I get bored or I feel the need to procrastinate yet again (like now, for instance. Imagine that!) And I go back and read my old posts.
Man, I'm hilarious. But besides my obviously perfect sense of humor and complete sarcasm, I love to read the moments when I'm serious for 0.23 seconds and I'm like, wow, I actually learned something about life. And it's like a living breathing journal - which I'm supposed to have anyway, but blogging is more fun - that I can look back on and gain insight and all that mushy, gushy sentimental stuff.
So for all of you that read my blog, you're pretty cool because you get to see my life, too. Well, the cool parts anyway. So I now present to you,

Story Time Catch-Up!

Here's a picture of Jennea when she was super duper awesome and came to stay with me for an un-predetermined (pretty sure I just made that up. What of it?) amount of time and experienced momo land and tried to change my background on my computer from this

Which it still is, to this

and she's just really Mac challenged so it didn't happen. But here's your perpetual claim to fame on the blog, yo.

A few months ago, I get this in the mail:

That's how pathetic my life is. Someone wants me to advertise my "Single Lady" Status in my window and hope it brings out the good guys.
Clearly, that's the reason it's on my door for everyone to see when they come in...

Last night, I was all alone so I fell asleep watching Little Mermaid. Hello, my name is Brittani and I'm secretly five years old. Which leads me to the Monday when I went to Build-a-Bear and the Disney store with Amber and people assumed we weren't there for ourselves. Ha, yeah right! (We also decided that we want the Tangled and the Little Mermaid Dinnerware to keep in my apartment next year.) Which THEN leads me to Thursday which may or may not have been the best conversation of my life that involved A LOT of caps and other forms of text screaming out of excitement of possibly the best news of my life that'd I might be headed to Disneyland with this girl in a few months where we can act like kids in a candy story (Read: little girls in Ariel's grotto) and not be judged for it

 Might I add that we are pretty freaking adorable at any age? Even with my hoe make-up on from the musical. Ps. K, where are the pics from when we were at our happy place last summer?
^I also just have to say that I am rocking whatever print is on those pants? #YoungFashionista

With my Aunt Jamie and her familia living so close, I've gotten to see her pretty often lately which is awesome. Mainly because I get snuggles from these cuties

And she cooks for me and lets me do my laundry over there and is pretty much freaking the best ever.

Sometimes, it's really hard to keep the paparazzi away from us at lunch.. They don't get it...

I may or may not be the best FHE mom ever. So what if we do activities that I do when I babysit. It was pretty legit. 

I don't know why but only girls showed up that night. It was still super fun! My favorite is the one in the lower right hand corner. That's Cole Lyman attempting to finger paint this

It was a valiant effort, Cole.

So basically, this semester has kinda been ridiculously hard and I'm still trying to figure out my life and all. But at least I've got some great memories. I mean in all honesty, no one remembers the nights they got to sleep a lot, but they remember the times they made a not-so-great choice and went out and went crazy and had so so much fun and then have to stay up late finishing an assignment that's due the next day. Or maybe you roll in during the wee hours of the morning and you and your roomie decide to shower at 5 am because, why not? (Oh yeah, she fell asleep in her clothes... again). Or maybe you go late night bowling because you can. And it's Provo. And maybe you spend some time fifth-wheeling it, but it's okay because your friends are awesome and at least they have good, caring boyfriends. All of this is hypothetical, of course. But I think the best thing is to remember the cray cray times and enjoy life. You only live once, right?

This year

It's almost over 

WHAT.

Wasn't it just yesterday that I sat in my room balling my eyes out with Lady K because we had no friends and hated it here and wanted to be home and missed our family and the sky was falling and the world was coming to an end?

First night at school, say what?

 That was eight months ago.

And now the thought of going home is killing me. I mean I have the BEST people in my life - hands down. H, A, K, L, and the plethora of boys lining up at my door (don't even get me started on how many marriage proposals I've had this year, I mean really*). And now I've gotta go home and put all that on hold and work and make money and do some leadership stuff on the side because that's kinda my thing. I just got settled in and started enjoying, well, everything and now I'm out. And 99.9% of the people I met won't be here next year - THOSE FREAKING MISSIONS. Good thing I love this Church as much as I do and I'm okay with it. I also don't want to be struck down by lightning...

I feel like I've learned a lot. No so much in my classes but those were cool, too. More about me. And I realized how much I love this time in my life and how I don't want it to end and I don't want to grow up and I want to be able to stay up all night and jump around until we see the sun, you feel me?

It's just been some great time. Some awesome, fantastic, truly wonderful memories. And this 3-month break is going to SUUUUUUCK.

I now present to you: A Year in Pictures (The Condensed Version)

First Friends! Love them always and forever. 

Cutest Roommates you ever did see. #Jackpot

First (and LAST) time hiking the Y.

First Homecoming! True Blue. Thanks for making me go, BM.

First time having all four seasons! (Sometimes all in one day... Oh Utah.)

First real winter. Guys, I'm still alive. Shocking to even me!

Christmas at Temple Square with my lovers. Oh, that night. Memories. 

Ice skating! Still my dream date. Take note, boys, I'm easy to please.

It felt like a perfect night to dress up like hipsters. But it was really cold...

Did you know if you sit in the right place at lunch time in the CougarEat approximately 2012839201438247 people will come to talk to you about country dancing and hungry face competitions and BYU/SA?

Just a mid-week drive to Salt Lake. Gotta look hot, you know what I'm saying?

*Yeah, no that's a joke. So sorry for the disappointment. But I made it through my first year without a ring on it! Yes, it can be done! Actually, none of my friends got engaged this year. #foreveraloneattheCannonCenter

I'm Surrounded By Sickos

No, I don't mean weirdos. I mean literally sick people. With germs and stuff. And in the dorms, it's like a cruise ship where you can't escape it and you're doomed basically.

Four girls on my floor are sick - one of them being my roommate (Way to go, H).
Marissa came over today and got sick.

By some miracle it hasn't hit me yet. Thank goodness. I can't afford to be sick!

Here's to me loading up on the Vitamin C in hopes that I avoid the (not quite as serious as back in the day) plague.

Prayers are welcome in my behalf. Oh and I guess the sick people too. ;)

Sunday Night Letters

Well, at least I'm consistent at being inconsistent (You like that? See what I did there? Mindblowing, right?)
Sometimes when I'm procrastinating (I seem to blog a lot in light of procrastination), I stalk other blogs, and then I'm like, I need to write a new blog post! It's been awhile! So obviously I'm going to do that.
And then I'm like, well dang it. Now I need something to write about. And then I think and think and think.

And a lot of that thinking is spewed out onto this blog. Because that way I can go back and laugh at myself, and ya'll will forget about it in a few days anyway.

So, here are my thoughts for the moment:

Dear Utah,
You're growing on me. It's kinda scary but I love it.

Dear Disneyland,
I MISS YOU SO MUCH. Why is this separation so great??

Dear Anatomy/Ochem,
You're kicking my butt. I hope you appreciate the tears. But you're going down. Brittani doesn't do badly in classes. It's just not okay with me.

Dear Mama Hen,
Sorry I didn't bring you Oj and ice cream when you were sick. Hopefully all my other freaking awesome character traits make up for my slip. Sorry lovie!

Dear you,
Hey it's my birthday soon. And I'm getting pretty excited. Just sayin.

PS.
Just in case you want to laugh:

You'd think the Utahns would get used to the snow. Guess not. Haha

Roommate Moments #7

H and I are so funny.

H: He's an unenthusiastic texter. I'll still give him a chance but it's defs been noted.
B: That has got to go. And he better start picking up the sarcasm.
H: I mean, do you know how enthusiastic I would be to go on a date with me? Practically peeing myself.

H: Oh gosh. #3103 status all the way.

Yeah, we know how funny we are that our first thoughts are posting our conversations for the world to see.

PS. H, when you read this, can you send me/post out pics from the last few days? Kthanksbye.

Tuesday Night Letters

Yeah, I decided to do it again. But I didn't get them done last night. And I've pretty much lost all motivation to do anything right now so here I am blogging. Obviously.

Dear Chipman Chunkers,
CLEAN UP YOUR CRAP. I thought I made it clear ya'll needed to stop cooking in the last letter. But if you insist, could you please at least do your own dishes. That mac n' cheese is going to be so gross three days from now when you finally decide to wash it out. Not to mention the fact that it is a communal kitchen and when I have the urge to, oh I don't know, make some cookies for FHE, I don't want to have to feel like I need to deep clean myself and the kitchen after cooking.

Dear Elder Lichtenberg,
I'm so glad that I got to see you before you left. You're the best and have helped me through so much this past semester. I'll see you in two years!
PS. I forgot the camera. Luckily I have the best roommate ever who remembers these things.

Dear Friends,
I love you and that is the only reason why I allow you to make jokes at my expense. Just remember that.

Dear Roomie,
We're the best. Need I say more?

Dear Econ Book,
You are so boring. I don't like you. You steal the little bit of sunshine out of my soul at 1 am. Why do you hate me? Treat others as you wanted to be treated.

Dear High School,
I don't miss you.

Dear Math,
I don't miss you either.

Dear Hobos,
I have a newfound respect for you. Your life choice is looking more and more promising everyday.

Dear Weather,
Thank you for being so cooperative for this California girl. I really do love and appreciate it. (But seriously).

Dear College,
You are completely and totally the epitome of a love/hate relationship. You'd be a whole lot better if you lost the whole school part and focused on the social aspect. A lot more people would love you if that were the case. But for now you're stuck with me.

Dear Scholarship Funders,
Thanks for paying my tuition so that I can sit here and whine about it. Truly, you're the best.

Dear Life,
Thanks for this journey. It's one heck of a ride.


Love,
Brittani

Roommate Moments #6

Me: If I write "Holla atcha boy," will you know what that means?"
H: Yeah, it means print out that thing for you.

Me (On the mirror): Oh girl, thank you girl for turning off the lights/cleaning. #roommateoftheyear
H: Oh, no prob! Hope I wasn't too loud! And thank you! #winnng
Me: No way. #we'rethefreakingcutest.
H: People should be je. I would be.

Me: I mean, he's got dark hair and blue eyes, just like Prince Eric. We're obviously meant to be.

Roommate Moments #5

Haley left Hawaii last night.

You know what that means?

She gets to move in first. Rude.

Roommate Moments #4

I have a roommate named Haley.

She's very cool.

I can't wait to meet her at our new school.
(Yes, I hummed "Lip Gloss" while I typed that.)

Too bad she hates me (and Marissa). I haven't heard from her since Thursday. And that's a big deal for us. She's pretty much disappeared off the face of the Earth Internet. I even threatened to break up with her and no response! Not even a gazillion voicemails from Marissa and I could track her down. I might have to go to a last resort...


Message Ahren.

Haley, if you're out there, you saw it here first. Just remember. I tried to warn you.

{In all seriousness, Haley, we really hope everything is okay. We just want you back in our life!}

Today I Kinda Freaked...

I realized I leave in a month. Like, exactly. And it's coming so fast. And then Haley texted me and said she was nervous about leaving, too. And on top of a million other things going on right now, I really didn't know if I'd be able to handle leaving. I'm so completely satisfied in my life right now. I'm working and doing the adult things. But when I get off, I get to be a kid. I can go over to my friends' houses and decide on a whim to buy some pizzas. We can do what we want to, when we want to. We can stay out late, watch movies, eat froyo, drive around without a care in the world because we know that if anything were to happen our parents are still there, just around the corner. But in a short time all of that will change. My parents (and the adopted set known as the City of Lakeport) won't be there to bail me out, pick me up and dust me off, or just comfort me when I need it. I realize that yeah, to a certain extent they'll always be there. But I know things change, these relationships included.

But for the time being, I think I'll stick to enjoying my last few weeks as an 18-year-old kid.

Roommate Moments #3

As I was looking at Haley's blog this morning, I realized that I was so glad she could copy and paste the Declaration of Independence so that it was on her blog. (Click here to see it.) And so, being the wonderful person I am, I commented on the post that I was glad.

She texts me later and calls me a cyberbully. Some friend.

Roommate Moments #2

Haley: Fine, Brittani. Just go. So when you wake up you can save the world with your froyo.


Later

Brittani: That froyo line was definitely blog worty.
Haley: Many of my thoughts are blog worty.
Brittani: Like that one.
Haley: I was mocking you. That's the best part. I was mocking your typo and you didn't even get it.
          That's wonderful.

Life Motto According to Haley and Brittani

Just take everyone out, yo.

Roommate Moments

Talking about our favorite Disney Princesses:

Me: Mine's Little Mermaid. #winnng

Haley: Well duh. Because Ariel doesn't have a soul either.


Later talking about my present:

Me: Pps did you send my stuff yet? I'm getting antsy.

Haley: Duhh. Papa P mailed it this week. It should be there soon, depending on how fast the guy in the kayak paddles.


(Check out more episodes of roommate moments here.)

Cool Kids

Meet Haley.

She's cool.

Meet Marissa. 

She's also cool.

We go together like peanuts and payday.

And marley and reggae.

But mainly like PBJ.

Or BYU.

You je?