


CHECK THIS MOMMA OUT! You all might not know this... but I am so awesome that I cruise this baby around everywhere I go in Hawaii! And if that isn't sick steezy enough, my kick-a roommate ALSO has one of these rust-bucket-basket-bearing-pedal-and-chain get ups. When we go out on the town, it is the best night of the week. For everyone at BYUH.
(But of course we're always promptly back to our dorm and cuddly in bed by our midnight curfew)
The pee your pants and excruciating laugh til you literally die funniness factor of watching the Hulk, Phantom of the Opera, and Scarlet Pimpernel with a Jesse Draper commentary is equivalent to playing spoons with Asian people. Sascha, imagine Wai times ten and they're all yelling at eachother. Occaisionally posing with a peace sign when a pic is being taken.
Another fun thing. Boys don't believe girls work out. So I'm hangin out with all these white guys and we went to this one girls house which about 5 other girls live in. They seriously had Gold's Gym inside thier garage. With a pool table. After observance and reflection, one boy inquired, Do guys live here too? Who uses this stuff? Girls don't lift weights. I laughed. Oh poor little white boy