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this is mepisha. i was the last person to blog. and WOW i'm dramatic. it really shouldn't have been such a big deal. but for some reason it was. and apparently somebody close to us has been feeding the cabin boys messages that we really don't like any of them. this was BEFORE the prankage. hmmm. odd. but whatever, it's over, and i'm on good terms with like 3 or 4 of them...so it's all good. sorry for the drama. but it makes for interesting reading right?
for some, college is the funnest thing ever. i think it's overrated and hyped up. or maybe just 1st semester is. personally, i can't wait for my next semester, which doesn't start until april. it'll be a whooole new babe pool. perfection. it's finals week right now which = poopy. but i get to go home in 3 days and i will remain there for like 4 months! heck YEAH! and by that time i should be excited again and ready to come back and study my cute lil brains out. for now, i already packed up most of my shoes, a bin of clothes, and took down all of my art and posters from the wall. 3 days and i'm outta here! that way, i can wake up in my own bed on my birthday. which is in 4 days...happy birthday to me!
i've come to terms with myself this holiday season. the one is not in my near future. i'm not quite sure when he'll pop delightfully and unexpectedly into my life, but it's not anytime soon, and he is most definitely not at byu-idaho this semester. my guess is that he is on a mission, or just busy with school and being completely unimpressed by every girl he meets. just wait till i come along. that will be one very happy day! so in the meantime i have made a slideshow of me and my celebrity future husband, chace crawford. i had a dream once where he pushed me on a swing and then we kissed in the snow. it was nice. so i picked him for my slideshow. the end.

noobs cannnot take a joke.

if you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all. people should really live thumper's law. and they should definitely not text you hurtful, not nice things, especially if they include swear words. it was a harmless prank. so i put a little baby powder in your pillow so that a cloud would emerge when you lay your head down to sleep. how was i supposed to know that the rudest one in there would be allergic to baby powder? actual babies (the infant kind, not the pansy kind) aren't even allergic to baby powder! i even sincerely apologized. and i truly feel bad about causing an allergic reaction. it's just unfortunate because he and i were already on what you could call not the best of terms. i felt so harassed. i felt horrible. like crap. i was nauseous and on the verge of tears all day. so before i went to the library to work on homework (only to fall asleep at the computer and be stared at like a fool), i drove around for about 20 minutes and cried. 20 minutes of tears. that is a lot of tears. that's what rude boys do. they are noobs. i wish they could just take a joke. that prank really was so funny and so harmless. what a crappy day. at least ONE of them apologized for how he treated me. he's back on the nice list. the rest of that 12 boy cabin is pretty much on the naughty list. coal in their stockings. what the world needs now is love sweet love. i'm gonna go play some hoops. mepisha out.

This Could Be The End of One Fine Pranking Queen

Technically this is my third post today so that's gross. But what is the point of having a blog if you can't write on it whenever you feel the need. I assume you have realized already that me and mepisha are really good prankers. We think of good ideas and we sneakily do them. Well recently people have been giving crap about pranks we may have done and boys have been very upset to put it nicely. And after seeing all the hate pranking is causing, I think it may be the time I retire at my great skill. I didn't want it to come to this but people just can't seem to take a joke these days. Sure we put a little icey hot in your toothpaste. Suck it up and be a man, it's not even that bad. I used to have those nice fun prank wars, and everyone is happy and like,"golly gee that was a good prank" or "oh boy howdy do you sure know how to prank em'." But people just take the anger too far now a'days. So my pranking could be over. This is a sad day, sure I may come back and do a little prank here and there, but I guess it's time I leave it to the younger generation. Usually college is when the best pranks happen, I guess not anymore.

Sorry to disapoint, Sholanda.

silence kills. mission completed. ugly sweater victory.

i was not going to blog again today. who blogs twice in one day? i do apparently. but i am sitting in the silent part of the library. worst place EVER! who even likes the quiet? like dead silence. dead. associated to the words DEATH and DYING and DIE. sholanda likes the quiet. she chose our destination. i prefer noise. or music. or cute boys. she prefers cute boys too. but ugh, silence..blehhh. but looking at the stacks, the library is optimal for a secret agent mission. if it weren't for the hall monitors (or whatever these people with the wierd vests are) walking around, i would totally hop up from this little cubicle and do some ninja rolls and james bond moves. oh, and a spycam would be helpful.
we completed our prank back mission. pretty sure they left the doors unlocked and the lighs on just for us because they knew when we would come. they wanted it. it's almost as if they begged on their knees for us to strike back at that time. well, we did. i guess we're predictable. but whatever, our living room walls aren't covered in pink tablecloths, post-it notes, and jonas brothers pictures. our ceiling fans don't have tampons taped to them. we also don't have tampons or a dead squirrel in our christmas sage brush. (that's right, not a tree, a freakin sage brush.) we don't have pictures of us as the opposite sex on the wall, and our kitchen floor isn't covered with cups full of water and 3 goldfish. sad number of goldfish, eh? stupid walmart in rexburg only had 3 left. dumb. how could anyone run out of goldfish. it's preposterous. oh and then we were late to our ugly sweater ward party. we probably shouldn't have gone and then they wouldn't be so suspicious. but whatever, i won the contest for most colorful sweater. i was so far the winner, you could say it wasn't even a contest.
i love winning.
-mepisha

someone is trying to be me

I have an identity thefter!!! I'm flattered but come on really you can't be me, you are not cool enough so get a life and get out of mine. That was rude, maybe we can have lunch sometime but probably not cause you will order the same thing as me. If you are confused right now someone started a blog and titled it The Crazy House. Sound familiar? ya it's our blogs name. and whoever started it has the same name as me and it's spelled the same. ugh just find a new hobby whoever you are, take up ketchup packet sampling or something like that.

love, sholanda.

There is no such thing as adult

once upon a time i was FREAKIN bored of doing homework. by the way this blog insert will have horrible punctuation because i don't think so called teachers should be telling us how to write. okay so i haven't actually started my homework, i have to write a paper about the 8 hero journey steps in the Wizard of Oz. i might as well have been punched in the stomach, ignored by 15 really hot men, had my favorite shoe stolen, and been showed up on the basketball court by a 7 year old cause that is how i feel right now. did i mention it's -4,000 degrees outside because it is. well anyway here is the point to this post, i was reading my fellow blogger cunice's post and a point really hit me, she stated how she is now an adult. well i was pondering that over in my head and i don't think anyone is ever really an adult. i mean we think we are but we're not. i think we act different than we do when we are children because someone out there decided to make up the word "adult" and so now we think we have to be adults but we don't. sure we have to be responsible, but adults aren't always responsible and children aren't always not responsible. we still get really excited about things, we still get really scared from things, and we still have friends we call to play. so i think people need to stop thinking they are adults and just embrace this kid in themselves, life will be much more fun that way. i would also like to go on a road trip to montana, have someone else write my paper, have a hot tub in my kitchen, already be a secret agent, not have killed that hamster in my past, and not have had to clean ramen out of my bathtub last night.

love, sholanda.

go eat some ramen

we left our apartment door unlocked yesterday. it was fatal. tragic. horrible. steamy. stinky. smelly. poopy. and by we, yes it was my co-fault. along with my roommate and co-faulter brittney. we are a religious people. if you've heard of the church of jesus christ of latter day saints aka the mormons, we are them. we like to be righteous and stuff like that. so we were running late to church and all of our roommates had left and were already in the car, planning on deserting us. in our hurry we forgot to turn the bolt.
these boys were good. one, namely chad, gave the opening prayer. all three, namely chad nate and jeff, all passed the sacrament. those same three walked straight out the back doors after passing the sacrament to go do the dirty deed. they returned, but only one, namely jeff, came back inside and bore his testimony on the day of fasting and bearing the testimonies. the other two, namely chad and nate, stayed out in the hall until sunday school. we didn't suspect a thing from them.
what did they do? i'll tell you what they did. but first how i came to discover we had been pranked. i received a cold about a week ago. blowing my nose has become a frequent activity for me. so i entered the bathroom to blow my nose. it was very hot and steamy in there. and stank a nasty stench. it smelled like urine soup. or a really bad shower. i found it unusual that our bathroom door was shut, for we rarely ever shut it. same with the shower curtain. bathrooms need to air out, and we let them do just that. so that was strange. also, it's never that hot or steamy in there unless it's right after someone showers. we all took night showers. i thought it was really weird. so i opened the shower curtain and lo and behold, our bathtub is filled. it is filled with noodles of ramen. THEY FILLED OUR TUBS WITH RAMEN NOODLES. ohh they suck. okay, it actually was a really good prank. but now.....it's payback time baby!!!
sincerely, mepisha.

i cannot slumber

here i am stuck like a little monkey who got glued to the floor because he just wanted to lick the banana off the balding mans cranium. why can i not go to bed despite my drinking of warm milk, my intake of apple sauce in a butter dish lid, or my tubby time? I try so hard to get a decent night rest so I can be awake and alert for the long drive to work tomorrow! (I am officially a commuter, the adultness starts here and it scares me). but i cant sleep. why? because i think way to much, i am the queen of fanticysing a life that is only in my brain and my amazing talent to overanalyze everything get in the way.

so here i am at a cross road. on my blog to get out my feelings and on the book of faceness staring at the profile picture of the man who was geneticly programmed for me and will act like he knows it once a decade but  then never talks to me again. and here he is signed on. will he talk to me? no ofcourse he wont. but i need to sign off because this other kid keeps talking to me and our conversations always turn onto weird roads that sometimes end up discussing our relationship even though we have always been just friends. but i cant log off because there is this desire of hope in side me that maybe the other man, the one who i think is PERFECT for me will talk to me. I dont want much just a little, hey i love you and want to kiss you. is that to much to ask? yes it is i know. especially because i have cold sores and am 19 well 18 and never kissed a boy so probably would be pretty awkward and poopy at it. no its a for sure. but you must start somewhere right?

who is this from. its from cunice. ofcourse its from cunice.

Jello HELLO

Mepisha again. The whole Jello castle thing went horribly wrong. It ended up being a nasty mess of all of our would-be jello domes and shapes thrown into a cardboard box. We wrapped the box really pretty with foil and a pink bow and a poem though! So at least it wasn't ugly on the outside.

You know when you get that nice soft inner tube that seems to spill out over the top of your jeans? Or perhaps just prevents your shirt from being loose and flattering in the waist region? Yeah. It's a good friend of mine. I don't mind it so much all the time. But it is growing. I must put this to an end. To the GYM I go!!!

P.S. I did some pilates last night. Not even sore. Either I'm already too strong, or I'm not doing it right. I like the strong answer.