Writing is like cooking, if you spill something, you should make it look like part of the act.
–John Keeble–

Monday, December 6, 2010

Wedding Band Sell

i am selling a wedding band. it's Tungstun Carbide like the one in the picture but the center is a darker grey.
more details on BYUI bulletin-board

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Family History, just a click away

i dont know if any one reads this, but i thought i would put up my lasted discovery here to remember.
http://contentdm.lib.byu.edu/cdm4/results.php?&CISOROOT=/MMD&CISOOP1=all&CISOFIELD1=creato&CISOBOX1=lafayette leeMarion Lafayette Lee

Friday, March 19, 2010


in my writing class we have been working on poetry... so i have reworked one of mine.

Lexi Lee

I love my sister
But when I was 8 and she 2
I would make the bargain
For a cheap penny or two

When I was 8 and she 2
She stole everyone’s heart
For a cheap penny or two
And left me with the ponies and dolls

She stole everyone’s heart
From the guys who came around
And left me with the ponies and dolls
Too suffer the most

The guys who came around
And made you cry
Too suffer the most
Only I can do that

He made you cry
I will beat that guy
Only I can do that
And break his nose

I will beat that guy
My little sister
And break his nose
Together we’ll laugh and cry

My little sister
I would make the bargain
Together we’ll laugh and cry
I love my little sister

Friday, March 5, 2010

The Run on Cliché

Blonde as Barbie. Eyes
As curious as a dead cat.

Like a beehive
Give It an arm
and a leg.

She’s few
And far between in
Blood, Sweat and tears.

If you can’t do the time
Get two to Tango

Hold your spitting image
With your tongue.

Tomorrow is another
Greener side,

Party in the mud
With a stick

I’m giving it all
She’s got, captain.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Hell is Living with Other People

one again this isn't about anyone
I did your chores last night
And paid your half of the gas bill
Because it was past due

I did not appreciate having to
Clean the bathroom and the kitchen
And pay everything for you.

Am I expecting you to pay me back?
Yes, I am.
Don’t make me feel regret

When I go to the gym
If I don’t work out
Then I will accept the consequences.

I appreciate the words of praise
It doesn’t compensate
The amount missing from my account

I hate to emit my lack of
A heart
My time somewhere else is better spent

So please find a way to repay me,
Your loving Roommate

Saturday, February 20, 2010


the writing prompt was to write about a picture. what is behind the picture, who is the person in the picture,and stuff like that.

Traveling on our own dollar, but staying at family owned vacation spot. Getting up when we want, and going where we please. No classes, no working, no adult responsibilities, no one to impress.
Traveling has become a hobby with us two. We started small, road trips and day visits. Then the stakes grew. We took week long visits to Canada, and neighboring states. We would leave town with no plans only starting to make arrangement when we got closer to a destination. During the long stretches of time we talked about everything. There in not one subject that has not been discussed between us. Once and awhile there is fresh conversation with the strangers we meet, leading to new subjects to explore. These trips are getting redundant, there is only one way left to travel, a trip across the sea.
Who needs dating when you have a best friend that you share everything with? Guys only fulfill needs that Megan cannot achieve. When I met a Him that can replace Megan, then I will finally leave Megan, or she will leave me. Many have tried to replace my Friend, but they have all failed and I end where I started. We are both cold hearted and bitter, but we don’t see it in each other.
After this picture we left Canada, returning home and all the cares in life returning. The planning of school affairs waiting our return to be picked back up, the uniforms of a life of mature people waiting like dry dusty molds. Life that is planned out is like a creative writing project that leads you to a simple conclusion. Be free to a life of freedom.
That week Canada was burning. Hundreds of people were evacuated out of their homes and put into a high school gym. The worries we carried that week consisted of finding a good tanning location, the lighting for a picture, and mineral things like that. The mountains, behind Megan, are usually visible, not just the dusty shadow of the foothills. The mountains are green from the base until they reach the snowy peaks. The clear water of lake, that touch the foothills, reflects the sky and the towering peaks. That week Canada was burning.
Standing behind the camera is better than standing in front, so the lenses can capture all your imperfections. It takes talent to capture all the imperfections of this world. Megan is the student of masters who impart their knowledge onto her. This is the only thing that she brought with her from the out-side world. I brought nothing. The lighting from the sky is soft and makes the features of the world, seen from the lenses, softer. The cover in the sky makes this type of lighting possible.
My Future is unclear, but if there are kids their lives will follow my own philosophy. There is so must life has to offer. I have no real theory on the “Right Way” on how kids should be raised. As I parent I want to be able to give the right opportunities. Money would help with this development. Money comes with hard work and long hours, the hours spent away from my kids. If I am home then my husband is working longer hours and will never see the kids. There needs to be a freedom for change. Megan came up with that part.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Gangsta, Gangsta

this was a writing assignment for class. we had to pick a typical person and make them unique. i picked a gangster and made him concerned about eating and being healthy.

“Alfrado, where is my Chef’s Salad?” the Boss asked. We sat in a booth in the back of the restaurants. The room was brightly decorated and the sun came through a window brightening up table strewn with papers. I know ain’t a very organized person. We had been sitting here so long my legs were falling asleep.

“Sorry Boss,” I replied. “Mikie went to go get it. He’s in the Kitchen right now.” I sat across from him in the booth; we were going through recent paper work mostly bills and the budget. The restaurant was going to be opened in an hour and we still had the monthly pay roll to review and the new menu.

“You took care of the Hunts’ matter? Last time, Alfrado, I was very much disappointed with the way the job was executed.”

“Don’t worry, Luke, has been disposed of,” I reassured. “He will no longer mess up your directions”

Yelling came out of the kitchen behind the bar. Angela, Boss’ girlfriend can out of the Kitchen carrying a salad. I’m telling yea, she’s no super-model and her hair is so straight that it wound not hold a curl, but she was the brains behind the operation. We don’t tell anyone that outside our gang, they don’t need to know. Angela always had a list of things she wanted, and Boss would do everything in his power to get it for her. They were a couple that had brains, they’re smart and nobody crossed them. On top of running a very fine family establishment, in their bumming around time together they would discussed business and management skills, like two girls teenage girls discussed clothes and brand names. Man, they were respected by all their men and the other gangs in this city. When a feud was started they were the ones that were called to be the witnesses, no one else was trusted.

Angela moved her way through the maze of table and sat next to me in the booth. She set her bowl on the stack of signed papers.

“Is that my Chef’s salad?” asked Boss

“No, it’s my Cesar salad.” She took the paper that was passing over to Boss, and started to read it over.

“Yuck, Angie, Why do you eat that stuff? Don’t you know it’s all fat and empty calories? Is it at least fat free?” Angela rolled her eyes and ignoring bosses inquires, and continued to eat her salad. “What’s taking my salad so long?”

“I took your salad and put Cesar dressing on it,” Angela informed the Boss without looking up from the paper work. “So they had to start all over again.”

“Boss,” I jumped in. “I got those new menus for you to ‘approve’. They got the new indicators next to the whole wheat, and reduced fat meals. I also need your signature for the orders on the ammo we ordered from the Alberti family last week.”

“Ah, Bravo, Alfrado,” said Angela. She took the paper that need the Bosses signature and read it over. “The Alberti family can be a very picky on their prices. Boss, sign this we wont get another deal like this from them.

Mikie finally came out of the kitchen with the Boss’ salad in one hand and busting off his black leather jacket with the other.

“Is that cigarette smoke I smell?” asked Boss when Mikie put the salad down in front of him. “That nasty habit is going to kill you some day.” Boss didn’t smoke himself, but he made everyone else feel bad for doing it. “It controls your life. You couldn’t wait five minutes to watch my salad being made. You had to step outside, and while you were gone Angie took the salad. I worry about you Mikie and this nasty addiction you got with those cigarettes.” Boy could he lay down the guilt. “Me and Angie here, we work out twice a day, isn’t that right babe? Every morning we light weights, and in the evening we talk strolls through the park. We drink ton of water in between.”

“Sorry Boss,” Mikie replied. “I try to be healthier, me and my girl, we use to be active. I ran that half Marathon 2 years ago, but since the baby, we got no energy. We are a wake half the night. Without these smokes my nerves would be so tense that I would be useless to you.”

“Are you telling me you’ve been smoking around a baby? Just don’t let me smell yea like smoke while you’re working, or I will put you on security duty again,” Boss threatened.

“No sir, Yes sir, it won’t happen again sir.”

“Alfrado,” Angela said turning back to me. “This Menu is good. Have them replace the old ones by tomorrow night, and tell the waiters and the Hostess about the new changes. Also get the finalizations on the deal with the Alberti’s to me by tonight.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

TA Meeting

i had my first TA Meeting today. for one of my English class we have to give our TA a piece we are working on and then he gives us feed back on it.
i have been working on the story about foster kids.
They day i was suppose to give it to him i totally forgot, so i handed him what i had. unfortunately, it was not previewed by me yet, so there were a lot of mechanical errors- i also put my writing on this blog in the same fashion.
other than that he really liked my work! he said i captured the feeling, and he liked the jumping around, but i would need to work on helping the reader understand were they where in time.
Why am i telling you this? because i am going to be editing the old posts, the same time i am editing the story, so i might have the same subject matter up twice, but one will just be the edited version.
hope you are all like my writing. this is the first time i am actually writing stories, so please be judgmental (but not idiots)

Monday, January 25, 2010

The Party of Three

here is my latest work...
“Well this is as good as it gets.”
He wouldn’t have asked you out if he thought you could look any better. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t expect for you to open the door and see a super model
“6:58, I need to hurry, he will be here soon.”
You have everything you need. Make up, check, teeth are brushed, check, hair looks good, check, lip gloss in pocket and phone, check, check.
“7:01, he is not coming. Dang it, what if I understood him wrong.”
If he is not here by 7:10 then he doesn’t get another chance. SHOES! What ones, umm, tennis shoes there might be a lot of standing and walking.
“Was that him?”
Don’t rush to the door! Ok Jacket is on the couch, open door then get the jacket. Don’t want to seem too eager to leave.
“Hi, are you ready?”
“Yea let me just get my coat.”He looks so nice. Forgot perfume “I forgot something, can you hold on for a minute?”
I think I need to change my shoes. He is not wearing white tennis shoes. Let’s go with the brown Lola’s. Would it be ok to wear high heels with jeans?
“Ok, I am ready. Thank you for waiting.”
I don’t think he will notice the shoe change, guys never notice the shoes. Hopefully he will notice the perfume.
“So, how do you feel about Italian?”
“I love Italian”
Awkward silence, I hate when this happens. Quick, what are some things we can talk about? Crap, I can’t be drawing a blank. What did we talk about in class today? I could bring that up, it was interesting.
“So how was your day?”
“Oh, it was good. Same old stuff.”
“What did you do in class today?”
“Um, English stuff, 218, its creative writing.”
“Do you like to write?”
“Yea, a little bit.”
“What kind of stuff?”
“Usually short story stuff, nothing long.”
“That’s cool; I wish I had more time to read.”
This could be going some were
“What was the last book you read?”
“The Book of Mormon, while I was on my mission.”
“Oh, err, what book before that?”
“Honestly I think the last book I read was my freshman year of high school.”
Bummer, well book are out.
“What type of stuff do you like to reading?”
“Mostly classics. Once you get past the slow moving plots they can be really good.”
“That’s probably why they are classics.”
Was that supposed to be a joke? Laugh anyways.
“Yea, ha-ha, I like stuff with little dialog. It makes it easier to skim read.”
Wow, this place looks nice. I hope he is not paying too much for this. I think I over did it on the perfume, I am starting to feel sick. Breath slowly, the fresh air will help. Where is the door latch!
“Um, I think I am stuck.”
“I can’t find the door handle.”
“Oh, let me unlock it for you and its right here.”
Oh wow, that’s close and he smells Amazing!
“He he, thanks” ugh, what do I do with my hands in the pockets, at my side? Why did I wear this jacket, the pockets are so small. Man it’s warm in here, good I get to take this jacket off, I can’t believe I wore it. Booth seats, I have to slide. I’m glad I wore jeans. The waitress looks way cute. I hate her. Look at this menu, so any choices. This silence has been way too long. Books didn’t work, umm.
“The painting over there looks really cool.”
“What one?”
“The landscape behind the counter”
“Oh, yea that is interesting.”
“I like how the artist took the Italian landscape and by using different colors, made it more abstract like the red in the ground, the purple water, and the orange sky.”
“Yea it’s nice. The artist did a good job at, um; the relist place and making it look like um, making it unreal.”
Did he just say what I just said, ok then, art is out. I need to think of more relatable subjects. What do guys like; um... oh the chicken looks good. Ugh, it has mushrooms. Sports! What teams did he say he liked?
“So the Lakers lost last night.”
“Ah, I know, it was so close. They were a head until the last 5 minutes.”
I am so glad I saw in the news paper this morning.
“Who are they playing next?”
“The Bulls, it’s a home game.”
“How do you think they will do?”
“Well, considering…”
I have no idea what he is talking about. Just smile and nod, smile and nod. The shrimp looks way over priced. The sampler doesn’t look appetizing. Ugh, there’s that waitress again.
“I will have the Lasagna.”
Rude totally ignore me, “Yea, I will have the Chicken Caesar Salad.” That’s typical get the salad. Well at least there’s some kind of salad in it. Maybe I should have gone with something bigger, nah the salad is fine. If I would have gotten anything else I would eat a bite and be done. Why are forks so interesting? I wonder who invented it.
“Have you ever looked at a fork and wondered you came up with it the idea?”
I guess anything is better than silence. “Yea I was just thinking that.” Aww brilliant keep it going. “Did they start with a stick and then to add more points.”
Ok this is good it’s going somewhere. Ok. This is good. It’s going somewhere. I can keep this up for the rest of the night. I am fully prepared with useless information. Thank you, double Art History major. Just don’t say anything stupid or weird. Keep that until the second date.
“Thank you for going out with me tonight.”
Thank you for asking me. “Thank you, I had fun. I am sorry about spilling the paint on your lap.” I can’t believe that happened. At least I covered well. You will be lucky if he asked for a second date. But he did say thank you, but he could also be saying that to be polite. The Awkward door scene, no!
“Well this is my door.”
“Um. Well goodnight”
I love the way he smells, he can hold me forever, if he smells like this. Cool it Romeo it was only the first date.
First date success, next step marriage, ha-ha. O crap homework. What time is it?
“10:30 I have time.”
English, creative writing. Writing Prompt. Shoot I am going to be up all night. Next time this comes first, before social life. I can see it now 30 years old single and childless. If that’s the price it costs.
What to write about. Step one: pen to paper. Step two: write. His eyes were so big! That’s not following the prompt. Critical voice inside my head? Do I have one of those? Nope, totally black up here, at least I have looks.
I don’t know why I was so nerves. He is good guy and I enjoy his company and I can tell he thinks I am cute, by the fact that he told me so. Then I dumped the finger paint on him. No wonder your writing is struggling, you get distracted by a pair of eyes and by a smell that over powers you.


Sorry I have not been posting anything recently. I have been really busy with school, and on top of all of that Megan and I decided it was time to get cultured and watch more Bollywood movies.

How all of this started you might ask, well a little movie call Ghaijni (I can’t pronounce the title). Its 3 hours long and it’s about a guy who has a 15 min. memory lost, and he is trying to get revenge on the guy who killed his girlfriend. It’s very intense and cute, if it had a category I would put it under, chick-flick, action, horror, foreign film, and mystery. It pretty much fills all your movies needs.

After showing my roommates this movie they thought I was crazy, the music was good, but it wasn’t until the next day that they told me that they really liked it. When my friend Alex heard that we like the movie he told us we needed to be more cultured in the Bollywood Theater. So, now we are back at the beginning, this week in my apartment is Bollywood week. We plan on watching Bollywood movies all week!

Thursday, January 21, 2010

poem... that was created by a few random lines

this poem sound depressing... but its what came out


I cannot fight
My enemy I cannot see
Big, looming, out there

A friend killed
I’ve seen the worse
Tears, fear, I can be strong

I have done wrong
So many lives
Mine so small

The enemy is me
Grief, pain, life
I would choose the same again

The struggle to win
A life stooped
All ashes and dust

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Taylor freakin' suzan LEE

Would I sell my sister?

When I was 8 and she was 2
I would make the bargain,
For a penny or two.

You stole everyones heart,
And left me the ponies and dolls.
Now we are older,
Still 8 and 2.

Across all the oceans,
I would go
To beat the guy,
And break his nose.

I would laugh and You would cry.
Until sleep drifted like a lullaby

My little sister
I would not sell
A penny would never do.
You are worth more then a penny or two.

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

The Terrors of McDonalds

so this is part two. read jimmy before this one.
umm i dont know what to say about this part, so tell me what u think.i feel like i am doing a lot of telling and not enough showing.
One morning Jimmy woke up to Mama screaming and Ben’s yelling. He stayed in bed until Liz and Mat woke up, Ruf and Tug had jumped off the bed when the yelling started.
“What, what are they yelling about,” liz asked shaking. She was still young and did understand that Mama Husbands didn’t need excuses to yell. Roy had told him that, before Liz was born.
He crawled out of bed and put his face up to the crack in the door. He could see Mama and Ben, their new father, standing across from each other in the living room. This was the first place Jimmy had lived were the couch pulled out into bed, Mat said they had one when Jimmy was a baby and he slept on it with Mama. The Apartment was small and the Kids got the only bedroom. Mama had told them it was because she wanted then to be out of the way, when the family came over.
Mama was pregnant again, and it was not going to look like Ben, the way Liz did. She had explained this once to Jimmy before, she told him it was because they had different fathers. Ben was their Uncle before Mama decided to marry him, he wondered what Uncle Mama was going to marry next after Ben left. Ben had been their father for a long time now; Jimmy was not going to miss him.
The crack in the door was too small for Jimmy to see what was thrown, but he did hear a loud thud. Mama and Ben had moved out of sight. Jimmy could no longer hear Ben yelling, but Mama had started crying.
Social Worker put the kids in her back seat, mat sat up front. Mama was talking to the police up at the apartment door, she wasn’t looking down at her kids the ice pack hid half her face. Ben was sitting in the Police car that was waiting for Social Worker to leave so they could pull out.
They stopped at the nearest McDonalds. Social Worker said they could get whatever they wanted. Usually, when Mama brought them they only got a hamburger and fries. Mat ordered the Big Mac with extra large coke. Liz got the Barbie Happy Meal that came in a pink box. Jimmy was unsure what he wanted. McDonalds was a special place where Mama brought them without Ben, if she had a lucky week. His favorite was the orange pop they would all share. He wanted to keep that special with Mama, so he ordered the Chicken McNuggets and a Sprite.
After they ate Social Worker allowed them to play in the Play Structure. As they climbed around the colorful tubes Social Worker read a book with a man, whose shirt was ripped, holding a sleeping woman in his arms. They played for a long time.
Jimmy was getting hungry again and wanted to go home. Mat went down and asked Social Worker for more food. She produced three ice cream cones, one for each of them.
“When are we going home?” Jimmy asked.
“Well after this I am talking you to the Normans, where you will spend the night. After that we will see.” Social Worker was true to her word. After the ice cream cones they drove into a part of town Jimmy had never been before. The Houses were close together without wheel or bricks to hold them up, and the yards were all clean. Kids ran around in the yards playing tag, they did not stop to look as the car drove by. They stopped at the blue house.
The Normans were an older couple. Their kids had all grown up and left home. Liz got here own bedroom and the boys shared a room with bunk beds.
They ate dinner in front of the T.V. like at home, but the Normans talked all through the show.
“My dear,” Mrs. Norman would say addressing Liz. “Your hair is beautiful. I wish my hair was so thick and smooth. It must be very easy to take care of. My girl Rose was always curly, we would go and get it straightened by the time she was twelve, because I could no longer deal with the mess it made every morning. She now keeps it curly again, complains that it is unnatural straight, so she keeps it curly. My dear I just can’t get over how beautiful your hair is.” Mr. Norman kept asking the boys sports question, but lost interest because Jim was the only one who was willing to give him answers. Hockey was the only sport they watched at home, and Mr. Norman knew very little about the sport. “It’s not American,” he said.
Jim got the bottom bunk; he wasn’t in the mood to fight Mat for the top. The bed had a light blue comforter with galloping horses, and white sheets that were tucked in at the ends. He spent most of the night staring at the wooded slates above his head. He missed Mama; he also missed Ruf and Tug. He would pull them up onto the bed that he shared with Liz and Mat. He was not use to the blankets that covered the bed so well, or the pillow under his head.

Sunday, January 10, 2010


A Work in progress inspired by the kids in my life
Seconds in our lives that changes everything, but what about the daily choices. What does the consequences of wearing a green shirt on Monday instead of the blue one, or talking to a Co-worker instead of passing them at the water cooler? The one time in college you decided to attend a party instead of studying.
Jonny, it is a simple name, but it fits a variety of people. Teachers, construction workers, CEOs, bums, writers, and models, Jonny can also fit very simple people.
At the age of six, Jonny was moved out of his home and moved into a stranger’s house. He was told by the women who called herself the “Social Worker” that home was no longer safe.
One of Jonnys earliest memories was holding his little sister. When Mama came home, they called her Baby. “Baby is crying.” “Baby needs clean clothes.” “Don’t let those dogs near Baby .” Jonny loved the help and protect Baby. When ever he held her he knew that some day he would be able to be a father too. He would be able to pay for their food, teach his kids how to be big and strong, and smart.
He would wonder while she was in his arms, she was mostly held by him because Mathew his older brother would forget that Baby was in his arms and drop her, if life was already set for Baby, or if she could make her own choices. Jonny knew very little about God. The only time he heard Him being mentioned is when Mathew or himself did something wrong and their Mom Caught them “My God , what happened to this room?” “Boys did you do this to the Dog, God , how stupid could you be.” Dad mentioned him more often, usually when he was drunk and was too tired to hit anyone. He would cry and ask, “why God, why”. Jonny only knew if he was God, he would want to give Baby a chance of having a different life.
Somewhere Jonny believed that there was a place where people laughed without fear, that a father hugged their kids like the actors on TV. At dinner the table would always be set and smiling faces sat around it like the models in the magazines. Somewhere there was a place that was not like this one, where he lived now.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Rules - working title

i am in a creative writing class this semester and i want to post some of my writing here so i can get some feed back. this is the first draft so it is kinda rough.
i know i want to add more to the beginning, but i am hard on idea. so tell me what you think.

Rules, I believe to be set up to keep people safe. Sometimes we view rules as guidelines. No matter how they are viewed rules are useful, like giving you an excuse to kick out your roommate’s boyfriend.

Before I go into the story I would like to make an analogy. I like to view like as a quick game of cards. In this game we have each been dealt out a hand of card, the objective is to lay down the cards in a conversation as fast as possible, with in an 8 second time limit.


18 year old roommate # 1 was on the couch with Thinks He is Hot Stuff Boyfriend

Megan and I were sitting at the kitchen table eating dinner.

“So are you guys “sticklers" with the Honor Code?” asked the couch.
With a quick glance at each other we ask “what do you mean?” no one likes being labeled a sticker, but we would bear the title if we had to.

“Well”, making it sound like the most obviously thing in the world, “how do u feel about 5:30?”
“Wow! No, that is way too early.”
“You do realize that the time is getting earlier.”
“Oh, you mean to say how early before we kick you out. No.”
“1 am,” like it was his final offer.
“Yea sure, on Friday nights”
“So you want me out of here right at 12.”
“Yes.” We had crushed their love. We could see it behind their eyes; we were just labeled as the “sticklers”. To save our un-reputations we quickly added, “Well if you were on your way out, then we wouldn’t mind too much. Like if you were watching a movie and there was 15 minutes left, but just because we said that doesn’t mean you can do it tonight.”

The conversation split up to its separate room, and the night flowed into other actives.


The lights were all off when I entered the living room and kitchen. The only light came from the flickering of the snow falling on Christine Daae.
I laughed the “you think you are so smart” ha-ha. I flipped the kitchen light on, adding a yellow glow to the seated couples lighting. “Yea put in a movie, um uh.”
“Don’t worry I will be gone by midnight.”
“Yea, ok.”
“No, seriously I will be gone.”
I filled my cup in the sink, flipped the light off behind me, and closed the hall door.

The back room was filled with activity. Reading, homework, showering, brushing of teeth, the dress apparel was mostly towels and booty shorts. I don’t know if it was the look on my face, the way I closed the door behind me, or the fact that we would all hear the Angle of Music was about to kill Raoul, but being girls we eminently started clicking like chickens. It wasn’t that hard to guess what was going on behind the closed door, but it was still fun to stereotype New Freshmen Roommate #1. As we were gossiping the Clock passed 12 am and continued without our notice.


Swinging the door open, flipping all the lights on, and simply stated to the hypothermic couple on the couch, “you lied to me.” short and simple, but of course I had to rube in the guilt. “I can’t believe you lied. I mean, I trusted you. You promised to leave by mid-night and it is now almost 12:30.”

Slowly stretching and removing his self from the embraces of the couch, I continued the guilt trip. “The movie isn’t even close to being over; we said “if” the movie was almost over. You still have like an hour of this movie. We could all be kicked out of school.”

“I’m not really a student here,” he interrupted, “so I don’t have to follow the Honor Code.”

Just like playing a card game, we had played our worthless cards, slowly building up to our Aces.

“But, we could all still be kicked out. Then you would have to call all my parents, Megan’s and Erin’s parents and explain to them why we can no longer continue our education here at BYU-Idaho. Then you will have to call her parents,” pointing to New Freshman Roommate, “and explain to them why their little girl can no longer attend classes.”

“I’m not going to take responsibility for this,” was the response he laid down before I could continue my play. He stood in the entry with his hand on the door knob. The room was filled by New Freshmen Roommate #2, who had followed me in and New Freshman Roommate #1 exchanging silent words of surprise, anger, and embarrassment. Their silent conversation filled the room better than an elephant.

All of this went on as I quickly decided to solidify my reputation with New Freshmen Roommate 1 and 2. “You would still have to explain to her parents,” indicating towards the couch, “where she has gotten the hickies.” That had done it. He was out of apartment without a “goodnight”. More silence filled the room and I was topic of conversation. “You can follow him if you want.” I told #1. “I don’t care if you are here or not after mid-night. I just don’t want him here. We are all in our P.J.’s and someone just got out of the shower and is only wearing a towel.”
#2 looked as if she was trying to move the sink behind me with her mind power. #1 mumbled a response about the cold and how late it really was.

I left the pair in the living room and returned to the preparations taking place in the bathroom.