It's Show Time, Baby!

So sometimes my friends and I like to support one another in the things that we participate in. And when we do, we like to take pictures of these events so we have proof that we supported each other. That way when another thing comes around, you say okay I came to your thing, your turn now. Haha just kidding, we just take the pictures for the memories.
But in all seriousness Jared performed in the ROC show over the weekend and we went to support him. They did a great job, but my two favorite numbers were Fiji and Bolivia. (That's probably just because I'm Latin in my blood and Polynesian in my heart. See my previous blog posts if you don't believe me.) 

Jared came out in the Bolivia costume in the end for finale and I was so stoked to take a picture with him afterwards in costume, but he's kind of lame and changed into an ROC shirt. 

Also all brown people go to all brown people's things, so you're guaranteed to run into anyone and everyone. The picture above was me and la familia from the Conference Center performance back in October. But who else did I run into at this performance? Hmmmm....about 4 of my exes. I would politely say hi to all of them and talk for a few minutes while I can hear all my friends behind me talking, "I bet she dated that guy too." Yes, yes I did. The other guy I avoided? A Tinder match gone wrong. 

And all the girls were wearing leather jackets, so we couldn't pass up a photo opportunity. 

There Was A Festival

So as everyone knows whether you went to it, saw it on Facebook or Instagram or some other form of social media, Saturday was the Festival Of Colors. Which meant lots of people in Utah Valley. Which meant lots of random visitors coming down to every store, restaurant and gas station in Provo and Orem. I ran into a girl I went to high school with. I asked her what she was doing down in Provo for the day. She answered back that she had just gotten back from Festival of Colors.

"Huh," I thought to myself, "they cleaned off really well for just having had been attacked with colored dirt." And then right as I thought that, I saw a group of about 15 people walk right past us in the store and go straight into the restroom to go clean off. They came out looking like somewhat clean people. So then I went to go see the damage in the bathroom and it looked like a crime scene. So dirty. I was so upset. People couldn't go clean off in their own bathrooms because they don't want theirs to get dirty. So they come and dirty other places bathroom. Thanks, but no thanks.

I don't want you all to think that I am a Scrooge when it comes to Festival of Colors because I actually really loved it. I went last year and got attacked with color (see picture below if you don't believe me.) But maybe I don't believe in getting everyone else's things or restaurants or stores dirty with the chalk that is literally falling out of my hair every time I move my head. (This is a big thanks to being right in the middle of the mosh pits when the throwing was going on.)

Perhaps I don't believe in dirtying peoples things because of the car ride home (or common decency, but we'll say it was the car ride.) The guy I was kind of seeing (or whatever we were) was living out of his car at this point in his life. He gladly drove us down there but he wanted to make sure his car didn't get terribly dirty because it was also his house. We brought garbage bags to cover the seats in the car, brought about 1000 baby wipes to clean off with, brought a change of clothes and changed in the middle of a parking lot even before we got into his car. 

So soapbox over. Just clean off before you go anywhere. It's really not that hard. 

Seesterly Love

The little sister came down to visit me for the weekend a few weeks ago. (I know I'm horrible at updating my blog. I feel like everything I post is after a few weeks. That's what happens when life get's crazy I guess.) But it was great to have her down here. I got to introduce her to everything she hadn't done in Provo yet. We went shopping of course and bought her some sun glasses for her trip to California next week.

And now to the good stuff. If you haven't been to the Chocolate House on State Street, GO! I love it so much. Thank goodness for girlfriends and sisters that are willing to go with you when no one else will. We got the ever so popular cazookie and a mint brownie and let's just say that we ate until we hated ourselves. But who can blame us when it tastes so good! 

Then it was Comedy Sportz time. Neither of us had been there and it was hilarious. Definitely a great idea and a fun time. Thanks Cece for coming to visit me. And thanks for ditching our woman date this weekend, but hey I guess prom is important. 

What's That Word Again?

My fellow readers you are going to be so proud of me. This post isn't about work! That means I do have a life outside of school and work. Today's topic? A returned missionary! I can't believe two years is already over. Nate is back from the Philippines! It is so good to have him back. Yes I got to see that kid last week.
He came down to Provo for the day. I caught up with him after I took a test. Nate, Erik (a friend of ours from high school) and I all went out to eat dinner. 

I won't lie it was a pretty entertaining dinner. We were catching up on all that has happened in the past two years: missions, relationships, school, work, family. There were times our conversations were a little bit difficult to understand. You've got Nate who just got back and speaks better Tagalog than English, Erik who is deaf and me. There were a few times where I'm pretty sure it took us five minutes just to explain a thought or two. 

My favorite part was driving back to Erik's place and we talked about what he ended up naming his car. He said Kneego and I wasn't sure what that was so I just thought it was a cool word. Nate said he couldn't remember that word in English and asked what it was. Erik responded back saying that since he bought a Honda Civic and all the Mexicans have Civics he decided to name it Kneego which is Spanish for friend.
AMIGO! It was a lightbulb moment! I just laughed to myself.
I won't lie, thinking back on this dinner, I realized just how mismatched all of my high school friends are. But we're seriously amazing friends, so not much more than that matters. 

Now if only I had my two Elder Mulitalo's back from their missions. Manu is serving in McAllen Texas and Tyler is serving in Tulsa Oklahoma. Here's the latest picture of Manu for those of you who haven't seen it yet. And the biggest thanks to Cujoe for sending it to me. I'd say he's rocking the sweaters. 

Phantom Time

BYU put on Andrew Lloyd Weber's production of Phantom of the Opera.
I had tickets for opening night and my mom bought us family tickets for closing night. 
As much as I enjoyed it opening night, it greatly improved and was pretty amazing closing night. 

My little sister was very much impressed with everything. Right from the very begining when the strobe lights and fog starts, she started to freak. And it was pretty much like that the whole musical. When the man in stilts came out during Masquerade, she leaned in and whispered to me, "One, two, three TRIP!" Then she continued to laugh the rest of that song.
For a college production I was very much impressed and I think my whole family was. And yep we'll be singing Phantom for the next week. 
And whoever plays the Phantom has an amazing singing voice. I would totally marry him. Too bad he proposed to his girlfriend a few weeks ago. 

Also just a side note, we went to Texas Roadhouse here in Orem after the musical and who knew that it would be that crazy! I kid you not, I felt like I was back in South America where you try and see how many people you can squish into a bus or building. Or perhaps a game of sardines, only with a bunch of people you don't know. 

Happy Working Song

It feels like it has been forever since I've blogged. But have no fear! I am back, but the sad thing is no big juicy exciting stories. 
But its a new year, new semester, new major. Same old work, new people though. 
Our fridge? Missing a leg. I don't know why that was important to post about.

But work really is a lot of fun. We really do have some great times. Taco Tuesdays are always crazy. Keeps us busy. But what about the other days of the week? We get so slow sometimes. So I think Mustache Mondays will help keep us entertained when we have nothing to do. I think I'll email the CEO of the company and have him implement it into the new dress code.

A Bicycle Built For Two

One of the coolest guys I know got home from his mission in Panama a few weeks ago. I met Jason six years ago at EFY. We've stayed in close contact during those past few years. So after not seeing each other for two years we decided to go on a tandem bike ride. Best idea ever. The weather was perfect (I was worried that it would rain on us because you never know what will happen with Utah weather). And the views were gorgeous. We biked up the Provo Canyon Trail and saw the leaves changing colors.

It has been funny to have him back home and still being in missionary mode. He speaks in English the majority of the time, but every once in a while he will great a random stranger with an "Hola" or "Buenas." He may be white on the outside, but he is Panamanian on the inside. 

Chanco, I Need To Borrow Some Esweats.

Richard, my construction management friend, came over a few days ago. He had just gotten back from playing basketball and he got all sweaty. So he borrowed his sister Selica's hoodie so he could get out of his esweaty t-shirt.

This is what appeared at my door that day.

Ladies, he's single.

Building A Bookshelf

Once upon a time, I bought a bookshelf. I brought it home and decided I would wait a few days until I had time to put it together. Finally Sunday rolls around and after church, I decided to put it together. I pulled all the pieces out of the box and then I realized...I don't have any tools. I asked my roommates if we had any and we pulled out a very sad looking hammer. 
Luckily Richard was over at the house and he came to the rescue. He (being a BYU graduate with a major in construction management) has plenty of tools. 5 minutes later, we started on the bookshelf. 

About an hour later, we finished the bookshelf. Richard turns to me and says, "I don't think you're gonna like me very much." I asked him why but turned around and saw the bookshelf. It looked like this:

I didn't really want a bookshelf that had crooked shelves. So we took another 20 minutes to finish it. But in the end it was beautiful. And that ladies and gentlemen is the story of what happens when you ask a construction management major to help you build a Walmart bookshelf.