Report: Power is out

December 5. 8 something o'clock. We are at a play.
Play is over. We get a text from Rachel.

Report: Power is out.
Repeat: Power is out.

Power is out? Hmm...let's go to Dominoes and pick up a couple of "Finals Week Specials" and uses Jess's coupon for free Cinnastix. Delish, no?

We arrive. Whole "Morm Dorm" block is out. Flashlights flickering in the windows. They're alive. We manage to creep up stairwell by light of cellular device screens. No sign of threat - we make it in alive.

Our food supply is soon stored in the bellies of the select few who thought ahead and select fortunate others we had mercy on. Survival of the fittest. Done.

Commotion coming from floor below us. We navigate our way through the hall and down a flight of stairs. To our utter amazement, a group of people congregate around a light source of great obscurity. It appears to be some sort of representation of a greater idea...a Christmas tree of sorts. Indeed, it was just that. A Christmas tree of Mountain Dew cans lit by a single orange-vanilla candle from beneath. Remarkable. Who were the brains who drank this excessive amount of sugar and carbonation and are suffering from rotting innards? The boys downstairs. Brilliant!

The obscure light source representing a greater idea

We quickly join the group and exchange stories. Laughter brightens the eerie common area. All is well in the world. The exchanging of stories goes on throughout the night. Midnight approaches. At the change of the hour, a rendition of Happy Birthday  is screeched in multiple keys to none other than myself. I thanked them for their cultural celebration of my turning a year older. Talk continues on.

It is the early hours of the morn. The power has not returned, but Shanna and I have discovered we are weak and need sleep. Survival of the fittest. Done. But we are behind - others had retired to bed before us...we hope we are the fittest. Done.

I take Shanna home to her dwelling, which is fortunate enough to still have power. I leave and make way to my own abode. I creep up the quiet stairwell of my building alone, I have only my keys and my cell phone to defend myself...and a scarf...I have a scarf...I look at my phone and realize that Shanna had tried to get in contact with me since I had left her.

She had left her keys in her other jacket in my room. I must get them to her so that she might get into her room and sleep. Survival of the fittest theory...dwindling. I grab her belongings and pass through the stairwell and treacherous snow to get to my vehicle. I get to Shanna's and attempt to call her via phone - only to realize that her voice was not on the other end. I had made contact with her parents...specifically her father...at two in the morning. Curse my communication device! Why did it do that? I get Shanna her keys. She now can sleep. I can too.

Report: Power returns at 2:30 in the morning.

Happy Birthday to me.

A Frosty Logan Photoshoot

Taylor, Shanna, and I were able to do baptisms for the dead one fine evening, and come 6:30 PM, it's awfully dark outside. But my, what a pretty site the temple was to see! All lit up in awesome beauty.

Logan Temple at Night

After baptisms, Taylor really wanted to make a trip back to the temple to take some pictures. So we ran home and bundled up in much warmer clothes than skirts and convinced all our roommates to come along on our "arctic excursion."

We had a lot of fun posing for fake wedding pictures, or playing with our silhouttes against the lights around the temple. It was cold. This is something I need to realize about Logan.

Mallory and Rachel

Poor Kelsie and Jessica

Our wedding photographer, Taylor

Silhouettes 

(courtesy of Taylor)

Kelsie and Mallory - I loved this picture :)

(courtesy of Taylor)

After our winter photo shoot, we went back to the apartment and watched "My Fair Lady" and ate Reese's peanut butter cups. My life could not have been more ideal than that brief moment in time...but then the peanut butter cups ran out...life was not so ideal.

Our movie got over around midnight, as did the movie everyone was watching next door. Downstairs Mike came over to rant to Taylor and I about chick-flicks....which then somehow managed to morph into a 2 HOUR conversation about Pokemon. Curse the little beasts. How is it possible to talk that long about non-existant creatures? I know: talk about what would happen if they did exist...I had no idea that I knew so much about them until that conversation. Most of my elementary years consisted of going to school, coming home, turning on the WB channel and watching Pokemon with Jordan. My life was pathetic...actually, Downstairs Mike's life was pathetic. ;) Don't you agree Taylor?

L to R: Mallory, Taylor, Kelsie, Rachel, and Jess
(Michelle was at a choir concert)

Living the Life

I've done absolutely nothing productive today - except text...which can be productive on occassions, I swear.

I'm freezing. I have lost feeling in my toes and fingers. So what do I do to solve this seemingly dire situation that I have found myself in? I turn on my fancy new electric blanket that I received for my birthday, and go upstairs to find some munchies. I look in the freezer and there lies the my personal Holy of Holies. Ice cream.

I take out the box and realize that there is just enough for me to enjoy and keep all to myself. No need to dirty a whole bowl. I grab a spoon and wander back down to the depths of my room, ice cream box in hand. I snuggle in between my covers and smack on creamy goodness until it's gone.

Jealous?

And that's how I've spent my Winter Break thus far.