hahahahhaha. ha.

I just laughed really hard.
My roommate read the name of a girl in a letter: Whit Waltman.
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and I am a nerdly, nerdly english major.

epic . the most epic ever.

I am BEYOND excited.

Meet The Sup-Sup

Hey y'all ( I have been writing y'all wrong for years. ya'll. just p.s.)

Today I will tell you about my good friend Desirée. 

First of all, she taught me how to do the accents over the letters. Vital information. 

Secondly, we were hired to work here at Student Services on the very same day. 2 years ago this December. Holy moly that is a long time ago. In that amount of time, Desirée has gone and gotten hitched, I have gallivanted to England, and we both recognized our true kindred spirit status.

So, first memories of Desirée: Well, December 1, 2008 (New Freshman Priority Deadline, what?? 40 calls in the queue, what??) We began training. Karen Wells was our trainer (poor Karen, it is absolutely not your fault that I almost fell asleep all the time). And Karen tells us "You know, it's funny, but you're always really close with the people you were hired at the same time as." And I'm like, okay, right whatever. Then, we did OneStop (the legit deal, people. As in, Ballroom of the Wilk until 6 pm status), had creepers continually ask if we were sisters or twins, and really actually did become good good friends. 

This is Halloween last year . I am Alladin and Desiree is a ninja-turtle. Donatello? I don't know my turtle stats...

When we came back to work last Fall, there began to be talk of some missionary is some place called Detroit or something named Elder Lara. "Elder Lara is pretty cute" "Yes he is" blah blah blah was our talk for quite some time. Then he came home. We were on pins and needles for a few days (and I mean WE - as in our entire shift) and then he called, and then he visited, and then they kissed, and then they got married. Ha! Just kidding, it was a little slower than that. They got hitched 2 days before I fled the country in Washington, so I couldn't be there. But now we're all back in good old Ptown, livin' the good life in green robes at Student Services.

Desirée seriously is the definition of my kindred spirit. We think the same things are funny, and we can talk about serious things and not serious things. We have commiserated about the fellas (before she abandoned me for the beautiful land of marital bliss - traitor) and commiserated about the office (not that anything is wrong with it. It's actually a great place to work... except it's still work) and celebrated important anniversaries with bubbly and coffee cake. 

Desirée, even if you don't Hike the Y tomorrow morning, you are still one of the best. The cream of the crop, and my twinner soul. Thanks for being there for me, every day from 8-11. You are the best sup-sup in the WORLD. (Oh, yeah we were hired on the same day, remember? She's a supervisor now. Ni-ice one!)

... And though we may be twin souls, we have like... 2.5 pictures together. I have no answers for this. Not a lot of photog in D-155 going on, I guess.

Festival of Colors! Last March. That other one is Justin Lara. The husband.

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“Forgiveness is the fragrance the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.”

― Mark Twain (Who knew he ever said anything that wasn't dripping with sarcasm or irony?? This is actually very beautiful.) Also, I love the weather of today. It is finally not 85 degrees. I love it. Last night, I went to a Sitar concert last night. (as in "Then - the magical sitar player falls from the roof and says 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return'" Yeah. Righteous.) Nishat Khan. He was incredible. And performed for 100 hours.  Also, it's Mid-Autumn festival. (shout out to mikelle who introduces us to weirdy chinese foods and cool traditions). We are having "JowTsuh" and if you speak with her for the correct spelling and punctuation.

Meet The Birthday Girl!

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Mikelllllllllle, Happy birthday to you! 

How lucky is it that Mikelle's birthday falls on "Friend Friday"? Perfect.

this is like... the only picture of just you in existence. fyi.

 

Dear Mikelle,

Hello, how are things? I am sorry that we woke you up like 30 minutes after you had fallen asleep to sing the happy birthday song and make you blow out kamikaze candles. The pazooki we made was really good, I hope you're up to trying it a little later. I am going to tell everyone that reads my blog how cool you are. Happy Birthday -you can now visit the liquor store. Love, Jillian

Mikelle Dionne. She is TWENTY-ONE today. That thing that I said about the liquor store? That's only half-kidding. Kelle is an INSANE cook (and now she can get real wine to cook with, which is apparently superior to cooking wine. Or at least that's the story she's sticking to. Riiiiiight.)  But seriously.  We have like a chicken breast and some spices and a half-a-cup of CousCous and 15 minutes after Mikelle it is voila! A mouthwatering masterpiece. Also, if you're ever in the neighborhood, I highly recommend the chocolate-chip cookies. (Please ignore that they have an entire stick of butter in them. It's worth it.)

Near the beginning. Mads @ the grand america.

I remembered the other day the first time I met Mikelle. It was in Honors English sophomore year in high school, and she was talking about Jenna. I thought she meant this other Jenna, so I asked her about it and... we discovered it wasn't the same person. Unless Jenna is a closet-gymnast. VERY compelling stuff, right? But that is the first thing I remember about Mikelle. Fast forward to junior year and we are all in the play together and in A Capella, thinking about trying out for Mads etc etc... and we became F R I E N D S.

We went through Senior year together, came to BYU, began Breakfast club, and stayed friends. That doesn't happen often, I'm told. But, what can I say? Mikelle and I are kind of kindred spirits. We have a lot of the same concerns and aspirations. We like to discuss Machiavelli (like, as in, we actually enjoy it) and I feel like I can tell her almost anything.

kelle with one of her 'babies'

This past January, Kelle moved to China for 6 months to teach English. Consequently, we eat a lot of weirdy Chinese stuff and hear Mandarin non. stop. But it's okay - when she got home from China, she understood how I felt about coming home from England and that was very nice. I was grateful that someone else was adjusting the same way I did.

Here are some other miscellaneous things to know about Mikelle. She cannot resist a sale. She will buy it because it is on sale, even if we don't particularly need it. She is borderline OCD about cleanliness but, hello, welcome to my childhood home. I feel very home with her. I admire so much how genuinely sweet and generous she is. I have never heard or seen her do something to intentionally hurt or snub someone. (Way to not be a girl, Kelle!). And her generosity is an awesome example to me.

Now, Kelle is putting her mission papers in. She is going to be such a fantastic missionary. I am excited for her, and I love her for her incredible example of faith. Kelle and I have had some very important religious talks in my life. She has helped me to see things more clearly and calmed me down when I worried. I am forever grateful that she has been there for me to talk to, unload on, and toss ideas around with. I'm quite going to miss her come January. 

For now, she is my "friend first, roommate second." :]

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“The miracle is not to fly in the air, or to walk on the water, but to walk on the earth.”

― Chinese Proverb

peeta

i am team peeta. nothing in the world will change this.
and if you HAVE to make a movie out of these books too (please, don't, just for the record?)

i would like for this man to play my true love:

mmmm liam. you will do nicely.