Let's Talk Hair

Have I lost your attention yet? I hope not! I know we're talking hair here, but please try to bear with me for a moment.

I've been wanting to donate my hair for years! I've been trying to gather the courage to do it since my freshman year of high school. So.... it's been a while. Every time I get ready to go in to cut it, I would be talked out of it. So it never really happened.

Right before we came to school I decided to do it. I didn't want to cut my hair before school started, but I didn't  want to wait forever either. So I came down to ISU, met the BESTEST roommate ever! and get settled. A few weeks into the new semester, I got the overwhelming urge to donate my hair when I got back from church on Sunday. So, before I could change my mind, I called JC Pennys and set an appointment for that Saturday. I had a whole week. And I didn't want to tell anyone! I didn't want to get talked out of it. Of course, when Emily got back, I told her, and a few of my other friends. But no family knew. I think there were about five people that knew what I was up to including Emily.

When Saturday came around, Emily agreed to come out as moral support. I will admit, I could not eat anything I was so nervous! That morning I think I ate one cookie and almost got sick! It was horrible.

The stylist was really sweet. Her name was Natalia and she was from Russia so she had a cool accent. As we sat down in the chair of hair doom, I explained to her that I was donating my hair and expected it to fall to about my shoulders. I had not had my hair so short for about eight years! Of course, she had to ask when style I wanted to go with (huh? Style??) I had definitely NOT thought that far ahead! When I told her I had no idea, she brought me a few HUGE hair style books. As I went through them, I couldn't decide. I couldn't think past the fact that my hair was about to become half its length. She was observant enough to notice my discomfort, and kind enough to take the books away pretty quickly, injecting her opinion on style and making different comments about layers and length.

I felt myself nodding, and she went for it!

Emily was sitting in the salon station right next to me and took a few pictures and provided emotional support. =D I felt the hair pully-upers-things going into my hair (She had to use two to get all of it, so Locks of Love got two polytails of heavy, thick, crazy hair) and then the scissors. I was blessed with the fact that I didn't feel the weight of my hair leave, or I think I would have freaked right there in the middle of JC Pennys. Then she washed my hair, cut it and styled. To be honest, I don't remember most of what happened after we walked into the salon. I know we talked about stuff and I know she cut my hair. And I know Emily took pictures. That's about it.

Well, because no one knew what I was doing when I went in to cut my hair, I decided to give a little heads up to my parents. Walking towards the station before Natalia cut my hair, I texted my mom. "Hey, I'm donating my hair today. Let you know how it goes!" Then my phone went on silent and in my pocket. I looked at it a few times while we were there, and, no lie, it was actually kinda entertaining to receive my parents' reactions. Frantic phone calls, concerned text messages, my mom (who was at work) had called or text my dad and told him to figure out what was going on and he had actually thought I was cutting someone else's hair! (I don't trust myself with scissors, that would've been interesting!)

Because I was enjoying their reactions so much, I had Emily take a picture of the ponytails sitting on the counter and I sent it to them. Mwa ha ha ha ha!

Me and Natalia

Those horrible books and my ponytails

Two long ponytails. (This is what my parents saw in that picture I sent to them. =D)

Needless to say, their reactions were great! Finally, we finished and I left with this:

But I definitely would not have been able to make it out of there without my Emily! Today, about three months later:

I cannot believe how much it has grown! I really don't think I could have made it without my AMAZING roommate! We weren't half as close then as we are now and her willingness to support me and her encouragement throughout the week pushed me to make it that whole week and keep my desire to cut it. I don't know where I'd be without my Emily, but I know I wouldn't be  the same person and my hair would be longer. =) Love you girl!

Casey

Short Stories

Originally, these stories weren't actually short, but they happened so long ago, we have no idea what all actually happened. So we're just summarizing.  =D Hope that's okay. Basically, we're awesome, and that's the sum of all the stories. =D

We do lots of crazy little things. For example. Pillow fights! We had just finished watching a movie and the bed was still down (we pull my bed down to watch movies and shows and things) and neither of us really wanted to go to sleep. I also used to have a habit where I'd throw a pillow at Emily almost every night, so I threw one at her this particular night and she decided it was about time for her to fight back. The next thing we knew, we had a full blown pillow fight going! My glasses were on and she hit me so hard once that my glasses actually smeared my eye liner across my nose! Neither of us actually noticed how fierce we would be in a pillow fight, but it got to be pretty scary!

One of our crazy nights was a movie night. And of course you can't have a movie night without junky food! So we had gone to Albertsons and we were feeling rebellious, so we got SPARKLING CIDER!!!!!! Oh!

And popcorn and M&Ms to go with the popcorn, and Pumpkin choco-chip cookies!

OOOOOh! We bad! ;)

We were crazy, it is true, but it was a VERRRRRY fun night!

We've also gone rock climbing twice. I'd post pictures, but that's just embarrassing! But the story... So the first time we went, we had absolutely NOOOO idea what we were doing. It took us about twenty minutes to get set up and to have everything figured out. How to tie knots, how to belay, how to set the ropes up so we don't accidentally die or something. One thing is for sure though, I would not want to climb with any other person in the world! I trusted her with my life that day! Still not 100% sure why, but I did.

As I neared the top, I could see that there was just one more handhold to reach and I'd be at the top. It was still about four  feet above my head and I couldn't do it. I couldn't get myself to push up that much. It would require putting all my weight on my feet, and attempt to support myself with just one hand. I couldn't do it! So I told Emily I was coming back down and made it to the ground again.

Then it was Emily's turn. And while I question why I trusted her, I really don't know why she trusted me! Geez! She's brave! ;) She went up to the same point. And stopped. For both of us, this was the second time we had gone up the wall, and our muscles were sore and trembling. But, to be honest, I think she just stopped when she did to make me feel better about not making it up the wall either. Emily's sweet like that.

The second time? WE BOTH MADE IT ALL THE WAY!!!!! Whooo hooo! Maybe in a few weeks, we'll go back and I'll get pictures from the top of the wall. Wish me luck! If we do, I'll post them for you, along with Emily's reaction. Muh ha ha ha ha! ;)

So sometimes we have pillow fights, sometimes we have movie nights, sometimes we just sit on our beds and laugh for twenty minutes, sometimes we sit and take lots and lots of pictures! One night I think we took over fifty pictures. I'll post some of my favorites!

I feared for my life!

We're all minions!- except Emily. she doesn't know what's  going on!

We really did try for some good ones! Promise!

Ha ha. Yep! We're awesome!

In fact, we're so awesome, we have guys asking us out at the same time. The same guy. The same time. No names will be mentioned in the telling of this story.

So Emily and I were walking to dinner and I see this guy I know from some of my classes. He's walking towards dinner too and he's all dressed up. Suit and fedora. All dressed up. So we catch up to him because we all happen to be walking in the same direction (surprise right?). When we are level with him, I ask, "So why are you all dressed up?"

"Oh, you know? I'm just hoping to meet a girl at Turner. speaking of which, are either of you two single?"

"Um, we both are."

"Oh. And what were your names?"

I kid you not. He was more interested in knowing if we were single than our names. Um..... Of course he ended up sitting next to us for dinner and there were several times he said stuff that just left us going "Huh? Is this guy for real?" And when we looked at each other.... Well, Emily and I just couldn't do it, because we didn't want to be rude but we couldn't help ourselves from laughing when we made eye contact cuz it was just bizarre! He has since moved on. THANK GOODNESS! But it was THE MOST awkward dinner we have ever experienced! Even if it was kinda entertaining....

More stories later! =D

-Casey

Valentines Day

I don't know if you guys have noticed yet, but Emily and I are crazy! =D So with Valentines just a few days away, Wednesday we decided to have  a plan. We couldn't go out, that would be awkward. We didn't just want to homework the night away, that would be lame (I think Emily actually called it "productive", whatever that is, but I'm paraphrasing)! So we decided to just rock it! At some point we got an idea.

Don't ask where this came from. Most of our ideas are spur of the moment kind of things where they just happen. But we decided to do our hair, dress up fancy, and do a photo shoot, then watch a movie. Because we're cool though, we didn't want to do nice hair. People that go out on dates or something do nice hair on Valentines day. Forget that! We were going to go big, as big as possible, and we were going to revel in the great bigness of our hair as we dressed in fancy clothes and took pictures! Oh yes! And we even had a red carpet! We were kinda just a little excited. =D

By the time Valentines Day came around, we were mostly ready. I had rented Les Miserables from the library where I work and were set to go with that. At dinner, a friend of ours, Rachel, sat with us. She was going to homework it all night! Seriously!? Forget that! So we dragged her out with us. Well, we dragged her out to our dorm. Same thing right? :)

When we got there, we pulled together our hair things. Each of us were clueless. We don't do hair! Ha! I hardly bother with mine. Hair is just soooo time consuming and mine is ridiculously thick! When it was longer, it took almost an hour just to straighten. So not worth the effort. So we stood there, trying to figure out the best way to make this work.

Well, once upon a time ago in a far, strange land, I heard of this thing called mousse. Styling moose. I had no idea had to use it really and none of us had any. But it might work. Off to Albertsons we went! We got lucky. There were no couples... and we got style gel AND mousse! What could have been better?!

When we got back, I was volunteered to go first. The instructions on the back of the bottles talked about damp hair, so, of course, I drenched mine,  absolutely soaked. Then I stuck gel and moose in it. Emily dried it. Because my hair is so thick, it took her a good 10-15 minutes and she kept telling my how thick my hair is and how  her would have been done forever ago. I think she just secretly wanted to go first and she didn't know how to express her excitement. ;)

Rachel set to work on my hair. And let me tell you it got big!

Yes, I meant to make that face! - Me and Emily and she dries. Tell me: Don't we just look so EXCITED?! =D

Me and Rachel in the process.

Once they finished, Rachel was off. Then Emily. Neither of them got process pictures because it took both of the remaining people to do the hair. Mine took forty minutes and we were trying to cut down on time. These are some pictures from the fashion show though! =D

Told you Emily was excited! ;)

Yep, we're crazy!

I think I was meant to be a model! =D

We're so silly! heehee

Emily won

The three of us together

Friends forevvvvvver!!!!!!! =D

When we were done with hair and pictures, we took showers and got the stuff out of our hair. We put a lot of hairspray in our hair (I attacked mine with hairspray!!!!) and I can't stand the feeling of hairspray so we were all pretty eager to de-knot our hair and get all the random products out. That done, MOVIE TIME!!!!

When Emily and I do movie nights or watch shows together, we pull down my bed and sit on that with the laptop at the foot of the bed. Then we usually pull out the popcorn, chocolate, or pretzel bread, whatever we have and snack. With three of us, it was a little harder, but we made it work. Very well, with our skill. (Emily sat on the floor). We had brownies and popcorn and watched Les Mis. None of us had seen it before. I know I for one was not expecting it to be a musical! Seeing Russel Crowe and Hugh Jackman sing was so strange! (Emily hasn't seen Jackman in Wolverine, so she will forever see him as a nice old man with an amazing singing voice. He will always be Wolverine to me, but I was very much impressed with his performance! AMAZING!) And I was also the only one that cried at the end. Just a little though. It's okay.

We didn't get to bed until almost three (cuz we're crazy!) and we brought Rachel back home (I think she needed a break from our craziness) =D, but it was great and definitely worth it! Definitely a better night than those crazy people that went out or something. So cliche. ;)

                                                                                                             -Casey <3 =D

P.S. Sorry we haven't posted for a while. I got sick, and then we had finals, then we had Christmas break, and the start of the new semester... We'll try to update on our adventures as time goes on! =D

Organized Chaos

We have a bunch of adventures that are super fun (or weird) so we don't want to forget them, but that are short, small, or just don't need a full post to share the full story. Each story will be subdivided with it's own little title and everything (That way it doesn't feel left out from the rest of the blogs. These are in no particular order (And I doubt we actually could put all these adventures in order anyway). Here we go!

The Hands Say It All
A few weeks ago, we decided to go grocery shopping and Emily really likes Winco. So we're heading there, and the traffic is surprisingly horrible! There is one main road in Pocatello and Winco is on it. It had  to be Pocatello's form of "rush hour". It was much more difficult than expected to move over in the right lane to turn into the parking lot. Luckily, we weren't going at night and I didn't have to deal with  the whole light thing. Seriously though. There are three streets in Pocatello. Yellowstone, Center, and Clark. Winco is on Yellowstone. I would rather drive in Boise rush hour than Pocatello. No one knows how to drive! (No comments on that Fred Meyer adventure okay).

So we're walking around and we get stopped right outside the bread aisle by this old guy who is talking about my shirt. I'm wearing one of the many free ISU shirts because it's "Bengal Wednesday" and you're supposed to wear ISU gear.

"I like your shirt. Do you know when the next game is?"

"Uh... Thanks. We don't really go to any of the games. Uh......." I'm sounding very much the sophisticated college student. Can you tell?

So we talk about random ISU stuff that only this old guy cares about, as sad as that is, for maybe thirty seconds and then we leave. I don't really think about this whole exchange until we're walking out the door. And there's the same old guy. It looks like he's about to walk inside and he passes us, points at me, as says,

"I know you! You're the girl that's always talking with her hands!" At which point he walks away in to the store, leaving Emily and me totally speechless.

I have to say, he's very observant for having only talked to me for such a short time.

Soup Du'jour
In case you haven't noticed yet, we're a little crazy when we're together. Some might argue that I'm crazy all the time, but their opinions don't count. For example, I am entirely unable to write on this blog without Disney music playing. Which is were this story all starts: Disney music.

Emily and I LOVE it! And I have a ton on my phone. When we're in the car, that's what we listen to (sometimes). I have discovered that there are actual words that make sense in some of those songs. Emily is an even bigger Disney nerd than me and she can tell you all of it, verbatim, without a problem. "Be Our Guest" makes a lot more sense than I thought it did before I heard Emily sing it. One night, we're eating dinner and we notice they have Soup  Du'jour, and we both get really excited and guess which Disney song we're both singing in our heads now? Yep. Unfortunately, it doesn't stay  in our heads very long.

The two of us, to  the horror of our dinner companions, start discussing this song and then we go get the soup (I don't recommend it from ISU's dining place by the way. I don't want to call it a cafeteria but that's what it is) and we sit down and the next thing I know, we're singing out loud, Disney music.

I do the only logical thing. I pull out my phone and play the song. We need the background. We're both hopeless singers. It took  while, but I'm pretty sure I remember some of our companions joining in. Probably at the very end, but we were singing Disney music! And it was GREAT!! Enough said.


People are Weird.
That's the only thing I can really say to summarize this next "story". People are weird. Did you know we've been yelled at by people from their cars at least three times in a two week period? And we have no idea who they are. Here's a hint, if we know you, slow down so we can see your faces. It's dark. How are we supposed to tell who you are? From what we hear, you're a creeper. Slow down people. Or just don't scream out the window at us. It's weird.

All we can see/hear (and Emily concurs) is blurred heads and flailing arms and indistinct screams. What's going on here? Yeah. We don't know either. it was just weird and we thought that since weird things always seem to happen when we're together that it warranted a post.

Casey

Fro-Yo, Hurricane, Panda, and The Mall

It started like this. Emily said she had never been to the mall. Okay. She's been to Karcher Mall, but can that really count as a mall? Yeah, I didn't think so either. So we decided to go.

It was also an ice cream day. You know when you have those days where all you want to do is sit down and eat ice cream? It wasn't that bad, but the need was certainly still there! And there's a place in Chubbuck, right next to the mall, where my momma and I would always go for momma-daughter dates, and I haven't been in years. But they made these amazing milkshakes, where you could get one medium shake and it would end up being like three and they were absolutely fantastic! And their ice cream cones were unique too, where they would have some kind of fun color wrapped around it with the ice cream swirl. I was pretty sure they were still open. So we set out.

We went to the ice cream place first. We drove right past the mall to get there, and as we drew near I began to worry about it being closed. How could it be though? It was an amazing place and one of Pocatello's finest restaurants (which, admittedly, isn't saying a ton). As we drive steadily closer, I can pick out the sign that says, "Sundae". In my head, I'm thinking, Sweet! Not only are they open, they have a deal going on!

Can you guys see what's going on here? You probably already figured it out. I hadn't. It wasn't until I pulled into the decrepit parking lot (which really should have clued me in before) and looked into the dusty windows and saw the stripped interior that I realized: They were closed. I turn to Emily. "They have a deal going on. I don't know what this is. This is the best place ever to get ice cream. They can't be closed!" I don't know if it were more shock or denial. I pulled the car around to get into the traffic again and that's when I saw it. The other side of the sign. Asking for a final offer on the building by Sunday. They had run out of "y"s for the other side.

So I was trying to figure out a way to recover from this devastating realization. And then I had it! My uncle had taken me out for frozen yogurt when I got here to Pocatello! And I knew where that is! It's right by the mall. So I convince poor Emily and we're off. Of course, I don't know Pocatello THAT well.

So we go to the mall's parking lot. There's Panda Express, Red Lobster, the movie theater (both of them) Allstate, Home Depot.  Where is this Kiwi Loco place?! It was right here last week! Maybe it was in the Kmart parking lot. So we go across the street (the parking lot here was worse than that closed ice cream place and Kmart was still luring unsuspecting victims into its claws!) where there's still no Kiwi Loco. We drive around for a few more minutes and now I'm really getting annoyed. Poor Emily. I really don't know why she still agrees to get in the car when she knows I'm going to be driving! I try to call my uncle. No answer. My aunt. No answer. It's time for drastic measures. So we go to Panda Express.

When I was thinking this beautiful plan through in my head, I was thinking about this time we had gone to get ice cream with my family and we couldn't decide where to go. So my dad pulled up to Dairy Queen and asked for directions to Arctic Circle or something. The woman on the headset inside was taken aback by his audacity, stuttered a moment, and said, very vehemently into the microphone, "NO!" Paused a moment, "But we would be happy to serve you here." Funniest thing ever! So I pulled into Panda planning on recreating this moment. Nope. Drive-through was WAYYYY too full. We were going inside.

We walked in and it was a lot less crowded. We walk up to the order area and one woman walks up to the counter.  "How can I help you ladies today?"

I give Emily a look. She has learned to beware the look. When it comes, she knows I'm up to no good. That's when I asked. "Hi! We were just looking for Kiwi Loco and we can't seem to find it. Would you be able to ask us for directions?"

Her face! Guys! This was almost better than the faces of that couple in Fred Meyer's parking lot! Then she recovers herself, and I can see her thinking. I could see the thoughts moving in her head and I was starting to wonder if we'd get the cold shoulder like we did in the drive through with my family. Instead, she waves over another girl.

"I'm sorry." She told us. "I just moved her about a month ago. I have no idea where Kiwi Loco is." She turns to the other employee. "Do you know where it is."

Then woman #2 starts thinking. And in comes Woman #3. "What's going on?" She asked, more curious than anything. #1 and #2 explain this situation to her. We definitely had everyone's attention now. We warranted three people to help with a question. Both #2 and #3 start talking at once, reasoning out directions together. The people behind us pitched in and after being thoroughly confuzzled for a few minutes, we finally figured it out. Who knew directions to frozen yogurt could be so complicated!? Or needed so many people!

We finally found the place (and I started freaking out because Pocatello also has a Costa Vista! YES!!!! I knew there was a good reason to come to Pocatello! We come out, loaded with frozen yogurt a few minutes later and go directly back to the mall, eating our yogurt and looking around. There was still a problem to fix. Emily needed  to see the mall!

We walk in and maybe it was the yogurt. Maybe it was the thrill of finally taking Emily to see the mall, maybe it was just happiness that we were finally done with that stupid ice cream trip that took up half the day, maybe it was the joy to eat frozen yogurt or ANYTHING not served at the school for that matter. Whatever it was, I totally freaked when I saw Maurices in the mall! I had been told there wasn't one and it was a total let down and then I saw this!!!! (P.S. Guess where Emily and my next adventure to the mall will be once I have money? =D)

We walk around, stroll through some of the stores, explore the awesome smells of Bath and Body Works, ignore the Halloween costume shop, and Emily put up with me pointing out different places in the mall that weren't there 6 years ago, where that old bookstore used to be, where I got my eighth grade dance dress, and other things that I happened to remember.

Then I saw it. A hurricane simulator. I gave Emily my look again. She returned it with one of her own then she said, "really?"

I just grinned wickedly and headed over. I always thought those things were stupid when I was growing up, but really? We had to do the whole mall thing. We had disposed of our trash from the frozen yogurt much earlier, but still, squeezing both of us in there was crazy! Then I turned it on.

Our hair started flying wildly, doing some crazy things and we could feel the wind pushing against us and threatening us. I don't even want to think how idiotic we must have looked to the people walking by since the door was see through and we were totally visible! I did remember to take a picture, but it was after the wind had started to calm down a bit.

This was how fast the wind was blowing when I finally remembered to take a picture.

After that, we were done. At least with the mall. We have plenty of other adventures to share!
 
Casey

P.S. Sorry it's been so long since the last post. We've both been caught up in midterm craziness and I was sick too. YAY! =P But everything's starting to calm down again..

I See This Life Like a Swinging Vine

Inspiration mixed with a healthy dose of craziness seem to regularly hit our room at about 10:30pm or later on weeknights. For instance, a couple of weeks ago Casey and I were studying late in the library. Casey had a bunch of reading to do for her classes, and I was in the process of freaking out about my first anatomy and physiology exam of the semester. It was the next morning! (terrifying! :-O )After I had reviewed my notes one last time and Casey was finished reading for the night, we decided to pack up and venture out of the library to head back up to our room.

By this time, I am pretty sure Casey knew I needed to blow off some of the stress I had been feeling  the past few days due to the exam. When we got back into the room she unpacked her laptop and went straight to Songza to blare her contemporary pop station. All of a sudden, I looked up just in time to see her give a saucy flip of her hair and flash an expression of pure inspiration across her face. Then, she just busted out with some crazy dance moves, right there in the middle of our dorm room! I couldn't just let her have all the fun, now could I? So after I got over the initial shock of my roommate doing some nerdy moves to contemporary pop, (we still didn't know each other extremely well at this point, so I was a bit surprised to see this side of her) I jumped out of my seat, did a twirl or two around the room, and joined in with her!

As Casey and I spun, flounced, jerked, and jumped around the room to Counting Stars, Roar, and other rad beats, the stress I felt melted away like butter on a hot pancake! Pretty soon our dancing became very ungraceful as we laughed hysterically at each others attempts to keep from tripping over our own feet. We kept this up for at least forty five minutes! Even when it got really hot in the room we didn't let it stop us! We just turned my fan on, opened up the window, and got back to being the weirdos that we are! Impromptu dance parties are just one of the many reasons I love my roommate. Housing could NOT have done a better job of finding me the perfect person to room with for my second year of college.

So the moral of the story is this: When you're feeling a lot of stress before a test, just crank up the music, grab your roommate by the arm, and dance your worries away! Casey and I were able to bond in new ways by opening our crazy sides up to each other, and guess what! I did really well on my exam. :) So everybody dance!!!!!!

~Emily

Every Princess Needs A Drawbridge

YAY! We have pictures to post for this one!

As mentioned in a our last blog, we had a spectacular idea to decorate our door. And it was a surprisingly complicated process. (And if you're wondering why Emily hasn't posted yet since we are supposed to switch off the posts, it's because she is a ridiculously busy individual.... and I have no life. You will be hearing from her soon though!)

Believe it or not, what was the one thing we forgot at all THREE stores we visited for our decorations? Yep! Tape. Oops. We both dug through our drawers and I found some of that good, weird-looking tape. Then we were ready. It's a little more difficult to explain though, so now I'll just bring in the pictures. The back of the door has a math-related back story. I will be back!

This is our door!!!!!
Quick Disclaimer: It is Emily's artistic talent that created this minions. The most I can say I contributed is the eyes, hair, and the poster. Her level of awesomeness is beyond the ability to express. =D

One of my personal favorite features, the Harry Potter minion. 

Another of our favorite features. The gentle reminder that we are beautiful princesses every time we come back to our room!

Looking back, we totally should have added our faces over theirs just so we could be cool. Emily is Ariel and/or Cinderella depending on her mood. And I am Rapunzel!

We have my uncle and his office to thank for  the epic-ness of this poster. He was able to print it out for us. Together, Emily and I had edited it. The quote says, "Too many people grow up. That's the real trouble with the world. Too many people grow up. They forget."

Our door before we added the mini minions. It's also in better light than the next picture is even though it's not complete.

The finished front of the door!

So far, we were both liking our drawbridge. Of course, when we closed the door that night, it just looked depressing and totally LAME on the inside! We had mounted the mirror and all we had now was the mirror and the peephole. Really? After everything we had just gone through to awesome up the front door, all we had not was the mirror inside. Seriously?!

Emily and I looked at each other and she gave me her mischievous grin (Anyone who knows Emily well KNOWS this grin. And fears it), and I knew she had come up with something brilliant. "Let's make a big minion on the inside of the door!"

I thought for a second, studied the scraps of construction paper that littered the floor, and estimated just how much would be needed. I had everything planned out within seconds, looked back at Emily and said, "Okay!"

Her eyes widened. "Really? I was just kidding."

"Yep." (Looking back I'm noticing that once I get an idea in my head, nothing is going to get it to leave! Poor Emily.) I said, bobbing my head up and down in excitement, a movement that still can't quite be described as nodding. "We're going to do this!"

Once that was settled, we set the paper on the floor and tried to figure out how to get it from there to the door. With the mirror already up, we were going to have to work around that. We just stared at each other, totally clueless. Now what?

"We could just put the paper up and cut around it." Emily suggested.

I gave her a look (I don't actually know what the look expressed, but I HOPE it showed exasperation, because that' what I was aiming for). I didn't want to try taping up papers just to cut them out and have everything fall off because you just cut the tape off the paper and then having to try to tape it back up without messing up what you just cut out. Yeah. No thank you! But of course I was having trouble coming up with a better idea. Just as it started to look like we might just have to do something annoying and painful like that, I thought about math.

We're honors students. Which honors student would avoid doing math one week into school? ;)
So I sat down, measured the door, measured one of our finished minions, the mirror, and brought out some math, felt a little like a nerd, put Disney music on, and had Emily correct me more than once on my calculations. Then we had the dimensions for the minion mirror door and we began to lay the paper.

The beginning of something great! Can you see the measuring tape on the top and right side?

Emily, with her incredible artistic talent, drew and cut out the minion. I helped tape the pages together and then on the wall, and helped create the details like the eye and hair. It took a little while, but it was finally finished.

Unfortunately, the lighting is poor in these pictures too. In case you were curious, the first picture shows off my side of the room, and the second shows Emily's.

It was definitely a ton of work, but Oh. So. Worth. It! =D


Casey