Escape From Heritage!

Being a college freshman living in BYU dorms without a car can get pretty monotonous/restless/repetitive/every word that describes the helpless feelings this can bring. Being a GROUP of college freshmen living in BYU dorms without a car is all of that x751981815619841761174177418741171615132558 (I think you get the point...) more frustrating. So myself and three of my amazing roommates became sick of seeing the orange-brown brick buildings of Heritage Halls every.single.day.all.day.long. and decided to do something about our shut-in, BYU, social lives!

We took a bus to the University Mall in Orem, which was quite far away for a group of girls who are only used to walking within a two mile radius. It was scary. It was like being dropped off at college all over again. But we put our big girl panties on and braved the world outside of quaint BYU! We shopped our little hearts out and then came home to then have a girl's sleepover in the kitchen.

So here is an afternoon/evening/late night/early morning in the live's of not-so-rebellious girls who like to think going to the mall and spending a ton of money is way rebellious.... (Humor us, please?)

See my stance? The feminine, yet strong  wrist symbolizes my sophistication and endurance to take on the mall, one card swipe at a time.

We felt so "New York" (is it possible to have a state be an emotion? aw, who cares! i just did it!) taking the bus. We can now say that we are cultured, college students!

Mallory and Ari decided to juvenile and play with kid's menus at The Old Spaghetti Factory. Grow up! We are in an adult establishment!

The adults at the table- radiating class and elegance. Can't believe we shared a table with such childish women... 

We swooned over this Ryan Reynolds/Ashton Kutcher look-a-like allllll dinnnnneeer looong. It is hard to eat your ravioli when you see this gift from above cleaning tables. (he touched my shoulder!! he touhced my shoulder! HE TOUCHED MY SHOULDER!!!!!!!!) breathe..... okay. I'm better now. 

Once my love left I could finally eat without the fear of him seeing me and finding me utterly repulsive. What can I say? Us, true Italians are messy eaters. Don't hate.

As you can tell I abandoned my mature, adult-like manners and conformed to Mallory's crazy ways by trying to balance spoons on our noses.  First problem: My nose is not one for balancing objects. It's not, I've tried. Have you seen it? Second Problem:  The spoons at the restaurant were not spoons. They were rectangles with slightly bended edges. It was impossible! If anyone can do it there, I will give you twenty dollars! Just kidding, I won't.

Shopping day=SUCCESS!

And after an exhausting day of shopping (both physically and  to our funds) we found solace in our cozy kitchen and had a much needed estrogen night. Oh how I love painting my nails, embracing no make-up and talking about the difficult, tortuous and confusing specimen that is the male mind.

As Maya Angelou once said, "If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude. Don't complain." I still need to work on the not-complaining part, but today sure proved to me that I have the power to change anything. **Cue the song "I've Got the Power" and a montage of me being a boxer.**