Best Week Ever.

(Taken at the Beginning of the Amazing Awesome Adventure)

So in celebration of my birthday, my best friend Elo (some of you might know her as Tiauna, pictured above) and I had literally the best week ever. Seriously, it was da bomb. Some might even say, "da bomb dot com".

To kick it all off, she met up with me and Britt in SLC on my day of birth and came back to Provo with us. Upon arrival in P-town Britt and Kati helped throw a little shin-dig at the apartment in my honor...Shout out: Thanks to everyone who came, you're all to great for words! Some of the highlights: Pre-party visit from Mal and Kendall, Almost falling to my death off a chair but miraculously recovering, Best present: Kiddy Pool, Impromptu Chant Show featuring Twiggy-auna and Yours Truly (slightly pathetic, we know), Staying up till all hours of the night playing If I Gave You a Million Dollars/Would You Rather with Spence, Laughing so hard it hurt, and simply having the GREATEST crister in the world and best roommate ever for making my birthday so wonderful (pictured below)!

After the Provo festivites, me and Twigs headed down for south for our real adventure. Since I'm sure no one wants a play by play of what entailed in the Best Week Ever, I'll just give some more highlights: Eating out with wonderful family, Seeing the Lion King ("the costumes are AMAZING"), Seeing Brooker Smitch and the Hagees at the Lion King, Watching the Pirate Wench show and singing "Let's Go All the Way", Storytime with Hagee Children till all hours of the night, Shopping at H&M for hours, Surprise visit from the Hagees at H&M, Leather Jacket, MalTitol Chocolate, Tee holding the door open for an old lady, Spending time with Jess, Spending time with Mamasita and the Fam, Hot Tubbing, Eating out some more, Trish reading our minds, Laughing my guts out every 2 seconds, Elohip, Mixing up words, Peanut Butter, Excellent car-girltalk, Excellent late night girltalk, Sabrina and Wanda, Stomach aches that made me want to die, Fresh garden veggies, Textual Intercourse, Watching movies, Vegging, Laughing so hard I cry, Laughing again, and more Laughing.

That should some it all up. Tee, if I left anything out just let me know. Here is some documentation of said amazing trip:

Sorry this was a long one folks, but the week had to be done justice.

Just Because

I had nothing to do in between after work and evening activities, so I was looking through some pictures and found this one. I decided to blog about it for a few reasons:

1.It's the only picture that I have of all of us together (Christmas Time 08, note the blond hair)

2.We're about to eat some of our favorite food ever: Indian Food. Anytime I think about Indian food I literally start to salivate. Also it brings a lot of family memories to mind. I love how we all love it so much. I think the best Indian food we had was in Thailand when we picked up Dan. Best experience was the first time I remember eating it in Japan on our homeschool "field trip" or all the great times with Dad at Indian Oven when he would stop by for a quick visit and quick fatherly counsel.

3.We all look pretty decent, which if you knew about our Christmas Photoshoot you would realize how hard that is to capture in one take. Seriously, even Dad is smiling for real: rare.

4.Most important: I love my family a lot. I just spent the entire week with the family (but mostly my madre) in St. George. It was a fun time in the sun, but while down there I keep thinking how blessed I am to have such a hilarious, fun, loving, and righteous family. And this picture made me want to share that. Especially now that my Mom has joined the reading list.

I love this picture and I love us, the Allen Clan that is. The End.

XXI

Forever 21 is quite the interesting place, and by interesting I mean I hate it more than words. Though one thing is for sure, I love the crazies there. Like Alonzo, my gay pal that thinks we're the best of friends. So close in fact that he tells me about his love life and more (yucko). This is funny because secretly, I hate him most of the time. Though sometimes he can be hilarious, on accident. Oh! Also found out that he used to be a stripper... GROSS.

Anyhow I could go on and on about the crazies, but I want to tell you about my favorite thing that happened tonight. So this lady was shopping around for a while, and by shopping I mean scouring. Seriously, did not leave one hanger unturned. So finally after she seemed to be getting flustered I decided to go see if there was anything I could do for her. After I politely asked she exclaimed, "Yeah! Start making normal sizes!". As you can imagine I was completely perplexed. We only carry normal sizes S M L. Rarely do we carry XS and never XL. She must have noticed my confusion because she then replied with, "The only size you carry is extra-extra-large." I then choked back a laugh and proceeded to explain to her that XXI is just roman numerals for 21 which is part of our logo. I think she felt a little stupid because she then sputtered, "Well how was I suppose to know", turned around mad and red faced and walked out of the store. Then second she left I started laughing uncontrollably. To me, this was/is hilarious. Especially the fact that she left in such a tiffy.


P.S. in case you haven't seen our logo lately, here it is. Maybe it well help you understand were she was coming from. Slightly confusing.... if you're incompetent.

Not a Demon.

This blog post is dedicated to Chelsea and Burke, but mostly Burke.

To protect my true identity from creeps out there, I chose the profile name of Lucifer. In doing so, I didn't realize that really I was making myself seem like a satanic creeper.

Explanation: Lucifer is a nick name given to me by Britt (derivative from Lu, which is what my fam has called me since birth). So if you ever see that I am following/commenting on your blog, please note that it is me (Lindsay, Lu, Lucifer) and not the devil. Thanks to the advice from Noni, I decided to emphasize the Lu part to hinder further confusion. Sorry if I ever scared anyone. And by anyone, I mean Burke.

Funny...

Car Ride in Hell...

.... for Dan anyway. For the holiday weekend, Kimi's Birthday and Memorial, me and Danielson decided to head down to St. George around 7:30 pm. He was feeling a bit queezy so we stopped in Scipio at the Flying J. Long story short, a bit queezy turned into VIOLENTLY ill and we were there for a hour and a half. He felt like he'd been to hell and back and was in intense pain by the time we made it to our home at 2:00 am. I have never been so glad to get out of the car and see my mother's face.

So, in conclusion, Dan: I'm really glad you don't have the swine flu or food poisoning (two of the options we discussed in the car) and survived yet another near death experience. Some one really wants you to stay down here. I mean seriously, what's the count now? 89?

Sidenote: I had to go in the men's bathroom 4 times in Scipio.... while there was a line of men waiting to use urinals. Yup. Between my presence and Dan's scary sick noises, we even scared a little kid out of there. Seriously, he had go find his mom and she took him into the women's bathroom. Poor kid.

Wedding Whirlwind

So this weekend I decided to come to Logan for a wedding... or four. Four different couples I know are getting married up here. Crazy. Finals finish and every one's in a wedding frenzy.

Here's a thought on marriage per say: way more people are getting married up here in Happy Valley than in P-Town. Too funny, everyone always gives crap about how people go to BYU to get married when in reality they all stay to get married.

Anyway... the one I mostly came up for , Jen and Greg's, is tonight. Every one I know from high school (mostly) and freshman year will be there. That makes me a tad bit nervous. I think because it sorta/kinda makes me feel like I'm some what of an idiot sixteen year old again. Hopefully I don't make a fool of myself... I guess only time will tell.

***Post-post: Here's a picture of me and the Bride:

Good news: I didn't say or do anything stupid. The evening was actually quite successful/enjoyable, while still just being another affirmation of my choice to leave Logan. A splendid feeling, if I do say so myself.***

New Leaf.

When it's 2 in the morning, your eyes are bloodshot, you're extremely tired, and you're still sitting on facebook you come to realize something:

Facebook needs to die.

Okay, not really, but if this is happening to you it does probably mean you need to delete your account. I finally did and I feel great. I no longer have a temptation to be a facebook creeper/stalker. I have no problem in admitting that I was one, especially because I know there's plenty of others out there. You all know what I'm talking about... when all of the sudden two hours go by and you're looking at your friend's fiance's sister's friend's cousin's pictures and the thought comes to mind, WTH am I doing right now? This isn't me, I'm not creeper. Well unfortunately, all signs are pointing to yes and it may now be time for you to do the unthinkable and delete your facebook account.

But don't worry, you can still curb your online addiction by blogging. I've decided to turn over my facebook leaf to the blogger side. My sister and her friends just recently started blogging, so I thought I'd give it a go. I can tell it's already working, I haven't missed facebook once in the last 18 hours...