71 Won't Be The Same

So anyone who has ever read at least one of these posts knows how obsessed I am with my roommates, if not, scroll down.

Today, April 21, was move out day.
Although, all week long, Jenna, Katelyn, and Coralee had been moving their stuff.
Our pictures are no longer on the wall, Coralees straighter isn't here to use, and our cabinets are emptier.

Yesterday two of the new roommates stopped by, they're from Zimbabwe.  I showed them there room, Katelyn and Coralees.  Then the other new roommate came in, I showed her to Adrianas room, then I helped Adriana move into my room.  This morning I woke up to her instead of Jenna.
Coralee wasn't in the hallway, and I will no longer hear Katelyn singing her stripper song as she curls her hair.
This is going to take some getting use too.

I know i've said this before, but when I choose to come to Utah I prayed and prayed that I could like my roommates.  All through High School I hadn't had the best experiences with girls and I was terrified.  I had never been the new kid, I had never had to make new friends all by myself. I knew I had to get over that.

When I first moved in here Coralee and Katelyn came into my room and asked me to tell them about the boys that were in the pictures on my wall.  Then somehow all five of us managed to wander into one room and we all went around and told our first kiss, worst kiss, and best date stories.  We then also made a list of who get married first. (PS: We send Katelyn off next week to marry Damon, she won.)  That was our start. 

We may not have always got along, but we never fought with each other.  We didn't always have easy conversations, but no one was ignored.

We made it through dear johnning missionaries, rotten potatoes, break ups, engagements and family troubles.  We took lots of pictures, went on roommate dates, shared food and celebrated birthdays. We macked boys, wrote boys, and kept tallies. We practiced the DTR conversations we would soon have with boys, and the conversations we would have when we knew a relationship was coming to an end.  We made it through panic attacks, bed bugs, hospital stays, the awkwardness that follows when you date boys in the ward, and a flooded dishwasher.  We demanded that we must meet the boys each other date, and we demanded play by plays when someone returns home.  We snugged, shared clothes and opinions.  We accepted flaws and loved each others uniqueness.

It may be a little big ridiculous how sad I am about my roommates leaving, but I don't care.  I prayed that I would be able to like my roommates, instead I ended my freshman year of college with a new family.

Well, here I am.

I'm no good at this any more.
Remember when I was obsessed with this thing?
And I updated everyone on my life every two seconds?
Sorry.
But here I am and i'll try to make this great.

Here I sit in the library.
My feet are propped up on a chair across from me.
But i'm not alone.
Some how I ended up here with these two boys from my ASL class.
We jacked one of those private rooms to ourselves.
One boy is engaged, he gets married in 26ish days.
The other boy is too cool to actually be my friend, but one time we painted together.

"How do you feel about beards?" one asks.
"Kissing boys with beards is no good, it hurts, i'll just leave it at that."
But really, lets cut to the chase.
I don't find it very enjoyable.

GOOD NEWS:
*I'm employed! Really! I am the newest addition to The Baskin Robbins in Provo.  Come see me.  Applying there was super random. Lyndsi said I should, so we walked down one day, I asked for an application and then I was told, "We're hiring! If you get the job, you'll have to work some Sundays, but i'm also looking for people who are willing to stay all summer" Is it bad that I was more upset about having to stay all summer than working on Sundays? Whoops. I turned my application back in and waited.  I got an interview. At that moment, me, my mom, Lyndsi, and all my roommates all had a very good feeling about it.  My mom told me not to blow my interview because she didn't think me going home and working would work out.  I went to my interview, we barely talked about the actual job.  This was on Wednesday.  I was supposed to know by Saturday.  I got a call Friday during ASL, I got the job. I was so happy! I am so happy! But then I really just wanted to cry right there at school, I wanted to go home from the summer. I wanted bojangles, and my family, and Lake Norman, and my best friends that just lived a few streets away.  I wanted to see people off to college, have my car, wear shorts, be tan. It took my a long time to be okay with staying. I'm still not fully for it, I still want all those things, but I am doing a lot better.  I love Provo, and even though all my roommates besides Adriana are leaving, I love the people I live around.  I am happy here.  And apparently, Provo is magical is the summertime.  I'm ready to see some magic.

LYNDSI AND KEN ARE ENGAGED! YEAHHHHHH!
Maybe Ken texted me that day and told me to 'make sure shes wearing something that she would want to wear if she knew she was getting engaged.' Maybe I didn't have to do that because she always already lookin cute! I met Lyndsi on BYUs campus and sat with her in the grass for a long time until Ken came.  Then I had to go make dinner and they went out to eat, then to the lake, blah blah blah, AND THEYRE ENGAGED. I'll let the story be told some other way besides on here.

Have I ever mentioned some of the cool things Brad does?
A few weeks ago I was driving with him to meet my mom so she could take him to soccer.
He's just singing in the back and then stops and goes, "Lacey, guess what.  I invited my friend to our church.  He just moved here and he said he doesn't have one so I told him he and his family could come with me."  That is Bradley, that is who he is. He loves everyone, and wants everyone to love everyone.  By this point, I can't even imagine Jesse being the youngest. Our family would not have worked as well that way.