sometimes, life is suck.

Well, we successfully moved out of our house. And in to Roman Gardens. It was exhausting and stressful, but with the help of Jesse and our bodybuilding friend Evan, not too bad--we got everything moved in in 2 hours.

However, none of us have been having good times. Actually, the past couple days have been mostly a lot of tears. We kind of hate our apartment. We do not like our new roommate too terribly much (although it's mean of us to say that). There is not enough space to even move in our kitchen. We are all dealing with difficult and unsolvable personal problems.

Last night was sort of the culmination of all of this. The three of us laid on the floor of Abbie and Mikelle's room and talked and cried. I eventually moved my bedding in to their room and slept on their floor. I'm not sure why that was helpful, but it was, for all of us.

We've decided to look into other options for summer housing. The very thought of moving all of this crap AGAIN makes my stomach hurt, but if we are genuinely this unhappy here, it'll be worth it to live somewhere new. We may not even be able to get out of this contract, but it's worth a shot, right?

The other bit of unhappy news I got was that I didn't get hours for spring/summer. So I am essentially jobless until fall. That's pretty much bad news bears, as that's my only source of income. So today I start trying to find another job.

Geez...when is summer going to start again?

Love,
Lizzy ;)

moving out and the french riviera

Well, finals are over. I can't say they went well, but I can say they're over and I'm pretty happy about that. Free! Free as a bird!

Not quite free just yet, though, because two days after the end of finals we have to be out of our house. So that's what we've been doing. Our house is a disaster, honestly, but our goal is to have everything out today by 6. Abbie, Mikelle and I will be rooming together at Roman Gardens, and Caj is moving home. I can't say I'm excited, per se...I don't want to leave our house. I love it so. But it's just too pricey, and we are students.

Marcus left for ye olde Oregon yesterday. It was sad. We'll miss him. Jesse's going to be here for another week, so that's nice, but yeah. I'm not lovin' this part of summer if it means my best friends are leaving me!

Also, isn't it weird that a year ago right now I was preparing to leave for Paris? I still can't really believe I went to Europe by myself and did all that crazy stuff. I just went through my pictures from Nice and I could die, I love them so much. That was such a happy time in my life. I remember it so clearly, too--how warm and humid it was, so you were never really dry, how it smelled, the pebble beaches, the Casino (it's a grocery store in french, not a casino) that we bought our food at. Haggling over towel prices. Figuring out the bus system. The marche aux puces (flea market). Even the vending machines where we bought our precious Bounty candy bars. I want to go back there, right now. I'm so glad I did that while I had the chance!

All right. On to packing, mi amigos.

Love,
Lizzy ;)

finals week, or in other words, MY final week. of life.

So this is my second year at BYU. I don't really remember finals the first time around, to be honest. I mean, I know I must've taken two sets of finals before. Three, actually. But last April Chad left, and I don't actually remember anything from April 7th until I arrived in Paris. So I guess my finals disappeared into some traumatized vortex. Or something, I don't know.

The point is that I don't remember finals week in past semesters. However, let me tell you about finals week THIS semester.

Finals week means I have a number of 'camps' in which I do not move and alternate between studying and studying. And sometimes eating, but not frequently. One of the camps is on my couch. That's where I have spent all of today. There's a blanket, pillow, a number of water bottles, endless textbooks, flash cards, notebooks, pens, pencils, iPod, headphones. It is like a little camp I've set up for myself. I have another of these camps on the 10th floor of the SWKT. I was there last night until 10. Yes, on a Sunday. So yeah, that's pretty weird.

Finals week also means that I basically go from failure to failure with nothing but growing fear and confusion. Why am I failing? Why can't I stop? Why is it everlastingly too late? I don't know. I have 3 finals down and 2 to go. I'm taking them both tomorrow so that I can just put myself out of my misery.

And the final lesson I've learned about finals can be summarized in one word: Caffeine. Because in the past week, I've probably slept a sum total of 21 hours. Approximately 3 hours per night. Like last night. Because I had a 7am final.

I am so, so, so tired. It has become this ridiculous attempt to conserve all energy for studying. Even solitaire takes too much energy. But I had to write this blog, because after tomorrow this week will disappear into the Finals Vortex and next fall I'll be totally shocked and confused all over again.

I'm just so tired.

Love,
Lizzy

jordan is also a weirdie

"Isabelle, if you could pick a day of the week that describes you, what would it be?"
"Probably Thursday. If you could pick a day of the week to represent you, what would you pick?"
"Saturday."
"Why?"
"Because it's everything I want in life."
"You are everything you want in life?"

And just for fun, here are a few of our shining moments (because I have a huge, really important project due in 6 hours and nothing gets that done faster than writing a blog):
"The potato is screaming! It's screaming!" -Caj
"You have really bad putting away cheese problems." -Mikelle
"I don't want to do homework. I want to be flipped around a man's body." -Caj
"I'm Jared Whitehouse and I want to have your baby." -Mikelle
"I looked down and I was like, slut! Me!" -Abbie
"You started that naughty!" -Jesse
"It's like a little worm that imitates your finger sometimes." -Jonathon
"What if my hands had brains? They would be so smart." -Mikelle
"Me and sparkleys are like THIS (crossing fingers)" -Maracus
"She doesn't have a lethal disease. It's not like she shoots fire out of her eyes." -Jesse
"No, I WANT TO BE THERE NAKED." -Unknown
"You sure are a great black woman, Marcus." -Me
"And it bugged me. And that's why I drew a picture of a dinosaur eating him." -Cajin
"Isn't it weird that we cross-pollinate plants like we cross-pollinate humans? To create new humans?" -Caj
"It made me gade an idea." -Abbie

In other news...last day of class! And Janelle is here! Much rejoicing will be had, followed by crushing pain and despair when I realize that I still have to take all my finals.

Love,
Lizzy ;)

mikelle's a weirdie

I had a conversation with my dear darling roommate Mikelle today. It went like this:

"Mikelle, why do you have my headphones?"
"Um...I don't know...why...I have them."
"I've been looking for those for like a week."
"Well, but Cajin has some...and Abbie has some..."
"How is that relevant?"
"WELL I WANTED TO HAVE MY OWN TOO, OKAY?"
"What? Seriously, what kind of a defense was that?"
"I really don't know. But hey, look how weird my head is, so weird, right?"
"Yes, you look like a terrorist. But don't distract me! Give those back!"

I love my roommates.

Love,
Lizzy ;)

an open letter to insomnia