Toto, I don't think we're in Utah anymore.

An email to a roommate MIA

Dearest Katie,

I have to be honest with you.  Ever since you left, we've had a hole in our hearts.  We were afraid that our apartment would be forever lacking one, and we couldn't bear living like that.  But then, something marvelous happened!  We replaced you!  Hannah is great, but after a few days we knew that she would never fill that hole in us created when you went to Jerusalem.  This led us to think:  Is Katie the reason for that hole?  We have replaced you, you'd think the hole would be full.  But no, after a few weeks thinking on the matter, we discovered the real reason for the hole: Zac Efron.  He's gone, Katie.  You dragged him out of our home, and we miss him terribly. Hannah doesn't replace him the same way she does you.  We needed another "Zac Efron"-esque roommate.  And we needed him fast.


That being said, it was Jessie's birthday yesterday!  We had a party and balloons and cake and the whole shibang.  It might be worth mentioning that it was Tyler Nicholas' birthday as well.  Have you ever met Tyler's sister, Sarah?  I've only met her once, but she's fantastic.  In fact, she printed out ginormous pictures of Tyler and hung them up in the halls of Building 4 so that anyone passing by would be bombarded with his smiling face, with text on the picture announcing it was his special day!  


It is now that our two stories combine.  It is here that I feel I must also warn you.  It has been far too long since we've seen you, Katie.  Like, a whole two weeks!  You may have forgotten.  Katie, I beg you to remember that we are the kind of people who would keep a bottle of urine in our fridge until it starts to freeze and turn to slushy pee.  We are the kind of people who get very excited over a new product known simply as "Handerpants."  And yes, Katie.  We are the kind of people who take full size pictures of other people's boyfriends and hang them on the walls of our apartment.  Especially if said pictures are this one:

Yes.  T-Nick is in the house.  Specifically OUR house.  And though he may not be a celebrity like Zac, you've got to admit, we've definitely got the next best thing.


Hope all is well with you and yours!  Have a wonderful day.  And please, try your hardest not to miss us too much.  Crying like that is just embarrassing.

-Sara

just my luck.

I don't know how I get so lucky regarding anything with airports! I have gotten pulled out of line in Honduras to get a bottle of baby powder tested for drugs, I missed my last flight to California from Utah because our gps redirected us to the wrong airport. We know our way to the airport, but for the fun of  it decided we'd use the gps...what a mess. Then I ran into the airport and had to go through security where to my surprise there was conveniently placed a bottle of baby oil in my carry on bag -that I did not put there. Yeah, I was in a lot of tears because that was the last flight to SD until the next day and a particularly hard week with school and everything in life, but the agent I talked to had a heart and she gave a me a free flight to Long Beach. Thank God!!! Oh gosh, then one of my flights out of Salt Lake City was delayed because they had to ice off the plane and when we arrived to my layover in Phoenix, AZ I got off the plane at gate 2 and had to make it to gate 40 in 2 minutes. Thank heavens that I courtesy checked my bag! I ran faster than a poodle on hot coals during mating season, on a leap year. I ran faster than the people who were running on the moving floor! hahah I got to the desk and the guy told me I was too late. They were literally closing the door...they couldn't just let me get in? Oh well, so they put me on the next flight for San Diego for free because it wasn't my fault that I was late. Now, this morning in the Orange County Airport, I went through the metal detector- nothing in my pockets- but because there is like little rhinestones on my pants, they had to pad me down everywhere and then swab my hands for traces of drugs. I was clean of course, but a bit worried because I hung out with a few of my crazy friends last night and who knows what could have smerfed off onto my hands. There I was waiting for my bags that are going through the x-ray and of course I had a bottle of beach sand that I scraped my knees up to get, and now they have to preform a drug test on that. It was just sand, but I was a little worried with that too because it's the beach, you know? It could have anything. Thank goodness that that sand was from Carlsbad and not Oceanside! hahah   I have a dream that one day I won't have any problems in the airport.