Holi Festival of Colors*

If you had a facebook, you would realize the enormity of the event that occured this weekend. Everybody and their flippin dog was there. And if you just didn't happen to see them there in person, you can most certainly view their pictures online. The event of which I speak is of course this:

As you can see, Texas and Cali didn't go because of work commitments and sleep commitments, respectively. But the other four of us and the rest of the world had a great time. I swear. I saw SO MANY PEOPLE FROM HIGH SCHOOL you would not believe it. It was basically a reunion.

Anyway,
Though it was super fun walking out of there feeling like a slice right out of a rainbow, it was also kind of sad because, contrary to popular belief, it's really supposed to be a religious thing for the Hindus and it's turned into some stupid high school/college kids' weekend activity. 99% of people there were definitely not Hindu. And nobody cared about the symbolism or the spiritual aspect of it, they just cared about bombing each other with chalk.

I guess I have no room to talk because I was in the same boat, but at least I recognized that it was a Hindu thing and at least tried to listen to the MC guy at the front reciting Hindu....stuff.

May Hee Co.

I am going to Mexico in one tiiiiiny little month.

AH!!!!!

This is what I have in store for me:

FYI: These pics were taken on my phone at the one tiiiiiny Mexican store on the opposite end of town. I couldn't get enough, as you can imagine.

Love. It.

1000 Calories of Pure Bliss

The delectable din din I made this fine evening.

So. I've been gone for a while. Would you like to know what I have been doing?

I've been reading my scrips, working, exercising, doing homework, and other things of the like.

But.

Most importantly.

I have been cooking like a mad woman.

There's a lot of this going on around here:

I am known all throughout this dorm for how amazingly delicious my bread is. I've given a loaf to most rooms and everyone sends me showers of praise for how awesome it is.

Aside from my bread talents, I have made some dang good pizzas lately and cinnamon sticks to go along with them.

Rolls are, of course, a necessity for many a dinner.

But recently I have decided to try out some new things. My roommates left me this weekend, and when I am alone too long, I just can't control my baking urges.

So last night I went to the neighbor boys, let's call them Grandpa Jack and Theodore, and said:

What's the plan for tonight?

Them: I don't know. What is the plan, Brittan? You're the boss.

You don't know how many times I have heard that phrase this weekend: You're the boss. And you know, I actually rather enjoy being the boss, so I don't mind it a bit. I was secretly hoping to hear those very words, actually.

Me: Sweet. Then prepare yourselves because tonight we are making cinnamon rolls. But I'm going to work out and then go to the store so it'll be an hour and a halfish.

Them: Sounds good. We will be anxiously awaiting your return.

An hour and a halfish later, we began our evening's festivities.

And look what came out of it:

These are what they looked like pre-oven usage. Aren't they adorable?! Check out the post-oven, with frosting...

Oh my gosh, they were DIVINE. Every bite was like a little piece of Heaven rolling around in my mouth and I could not stop talking about how fabulous they were.

Then, a girl we will call Willow, from 404 (who we shall hear more about in the future due to the fact that she is going to be one of my roommates next year; boo yes.) came in and I said, "WILLOW!!! You have GOT to try one of these! They are so good!"

She took one bite and nearly fainted with joy. And one bite after the next her face shone brighter and brighter.

"Every bite is like a new discovery!"

-Willow

When she finished she said, "That was seriously the best cinnamon roll I have had in my life."

I couldn't agree with her more.

Then we both enjoyed another one.

Oh, the many magnificent aspects of myself*

I can play the guitar
I can do a front flip
I can run 3 miles easily
I can sing
I can dance

Look at me and all my new skills!

Have a donut*

Today has been excellent.
It started out at 7:15, when my alarm went off to tell me it was time to wake up. I obeyed my alarm, got up, got ready, and was out the door by 8:15, on my way to the JSB to be a volunteer counselor for the scout powwow. I must admit, I was nervous walking down there all by myself. Originally, UK, Washington, and Mia all had planned to do it with me, but when they turned in their applications, it was too late. Well, I turned my application in at the same time as them, but I, being the lucky star that I am, got a call the next day saying one more spot had opened up and IT WAS ALL MINE!! So I took it, because I'm in desperate need of volunteer hours for American Heritage.

Aaaanyway, so I get down there, check in at the desk, get all the stuff I'm supposed to hand out to the baby scouting boys, and the roll, and mosy on over to room 106. There was a girl already in there, Sarah, who was in charge of Section B (I was over Section A), but she'd already done this before so that made me feel a little better. Then Emily came in, who was the counselor for Section C. We talked and the boys started filtering in, and we checked off their names, gave them their lanyards, and a survey to fill out. When everyone was seated, we settled in for a lecture about journalism. For an hour. Wash, rinse, and repeat. Twice. Except the last time, we had to sit on the floor because the room was full. But Emily just so happened to have face cards, so we played Speed quietly, well as quietly as Speed can possible be played, the whole time. And it was just so fun. I didn't even know anyone, but I made friends with Sarah and Emily SO EASILY. Like, way easier than any other time in my friend-making history.
And because volunteers at this thing are so highly valued, the people in charge told us to go over to the Clyde Building afterward for refreshments. I was expecting like, lemon water and stale rolls. PSYCH! Try, boxes upon boxes of donuts of every flavor imaginable, chocolate milk, a schmorgasboard (I just made the spelling of that up, so what?) of vegetables and crackers and cheese. It was heavenly. I sat there for half an hour having an actual conversation with all these girls I'd never seen before in my life, talking and laughing and getting fat.
As we got up to leave, the head-honcho woman was like, "Eat this stuff or it's going in the garbage."

Everybody knows that you do not throw food away in front of GP. I mean, that is a big no-no. So me, being me, got up and went over to the table with the donuts piled on top of it, and asked "Are you serious? Are you really going to throw these away? What about all the children in Africa who have to eat dirt today? Are you dumb?" And head-honcho was like, "Yeah, I'm serious."
Okay, so I took a box. I mean, a WHOLE dang box of donuts. And I made sure everyone else took a box too. And then I pranced back home to my roommates and gave them some, but there were still like, 15 left, so Michelle and I went outside and offered one to every person we passed.
I don't know if you've ever done anything like unto this, but it made me so happy! It was so weird. With every person that smiled, said "thanks" and reached out to take one from the box, my good mood vibes shot into the sky. It was fantastic! Like, better than Christmas! I don't know why I don't do that more often.

Moral of the story: 95% of my day has been spent either volunteering or giving, and I couldn't be more satisfied!

YAY FOR SERVICE!!!


The spelling of donut is arbitrary, so get over it.