Pictshauhsss of de Awesome. :)

Apt. 10 trying to hula at the ward luau....

Us outside of The Cheesecake Factory! (minus Allissa who was our photographer)

Shiz and Kidney....together forever <3

Mystery Dinner back in November, 2010. When people first started realizing how awesome we are.

Personally, I think I make a better girl....but Shiz also looks super hottttt in this one. 

I hope you enjoy this little sampling of our exploits. More mind-blowing photography (of us, of course) will inevitably follow.

Sincerest Regards,

Kidney

Coming to you from yours truly

Hello blog readers! You haven't had the opportunity to hear from me yet so I decided to bless your life with a little insight to apartment ten.

We are ten!
We are so single it drives us crazy!
We are ten!
We like to party like there's no tomorrow!
We are ten!
We are spontaneous and a little bit awkward,
But get to know us, and we will change your life!!

Pretty much, this song has become our trademark. Sunday afternoon Robby made the mistake of asked our apartment for a favor. I believe he got more than he bargained for. Simultaneously Shiz and I had a light bulb turn on in our heads and we began to brainstorm.

Song? Dance? Poem? Skit? Oh the possibilities. We played around with "All the single ladies" as well as "girl worth fighting for" but finally settled in on "I'll make a man out of you" from Mulan. Brilliant! We aren't men, but we sure are ten!

In a matter of half an hour we had the lyrics written out and we were excited to perform.

Right after the opening song we start off with "let's get down to business...." and cheers erupted. By the end we had screams and catcalls as the infamous apartment ten made their first live debut. This was also filmed and will be linked to this blog as soon as someone smarter than me figures out how to do it.

Anyway, moral of the story... apartment ten rocks! And we WILL change your life!

Signing out.

Fictionist's Non-fiction on Rolling Stone

Dear Friends,

Kidney here. Or Syd, if associating me with an internal organ is too weird for you. You six amazing and devoted followers of this blog are wonderful and rare and exceptional people. Thank you for that. Now I am going to use this post to promote something that I love and am excited about. Although it has very little to do with the insane exploits of my roommates and I (and I apologize profusely), it is something somewhat important to my life at least.

The link/embed thing below is for an alternative/indie rock group called Fictionist. They are one of my favorites and I encourage anyone who reads this to check them out! Their music blows my mind, I am so in love. I first experienced their music on April 1, 2010. I went to a show at Velour Live Music Gallery in Provo with my brother, Nick, and we both had our socks and shoes knocked right off. For real. Don't spread this around, but I'm pretty sure their music is like a drug for me. That spectacular and euphoric.

Anyways, they are competing in a contest for a chance to be on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine. Which is kind of a big deal for an unsigned band. They do rock, and they do deserve to win! They are doing pretty well so far, but if you like them too then vote for them and make their dreams come true! They will make a difference, and they will make the world a better place. Heck, they already have! And you can make a difference in the world by making a difference to them. Vote and be heard.

Power to the people!

With all the love in my tender little heart,
Kidney :)

Valentine Vagabonds

Love is like a box of chocolates. Sweet at first but then it makes you want to puke!

At the start of this most glorious of overdone commercialized "holidays", this year for V-day, the dastardly duo Shiz and Kidney carried out a most deviously maniacal plot around about one in the morning.
You may now be wondering, "What vandalicious delinquency could they have done???" (Okay, maybe not those exact words, but ya get me).

Well, obviously, we got some ninjas in the BC....They're climbin' in yo' windows, they're scarin' ya half ta death, tryin' ta love ya. So y'all need ta hide your candy, hide your flowers, hide your cookies, hide your ice cream, and hide your chocolate, cuz they're eatin' everythin' out here. You don't have to weep anymore, we're givin' you love, we gonn' find you, we gonn' hug you. Now you can run and tell that, run and tell that, run and tell that HOMEBOY, home, home, homeboy.

Hope you enjoyed that. We sure enjoyed writing it. Tee hee, tee hee.....
But, for reals. That gave you next to no information about last night's Shiz on your Kidney exploits. We apologize, sometimes we just get a wee bit carried away in our own brilliance. It happens. Let's see....what privileged informations shall we yet divulge on this all-too-public forum for personal expression??

There really were ninjas running around the BC. Not even us being awesome. You couldn't really see them, they was so speedy fast. Yet, they had mysteriously disappeared by the time Shiz and Kidney even began their delinquent deeds. (Can we even call it delinquency anymore??? we might be too old for that title....)

Right about now, we know what you must be thinking (we have awesome mind-reading powers, don't ya know?) You must be saying in your little heart of hearts, GET TO THE POINT!!! ARE YOU EVER EVEN GOING TO TELL US WHAT YOU DID???!!?!?!?!!! Truth is, no. We decided it would probably be against our better judgment. HA! Joke's on you! Who actually listens to their better judgment, anyways?!?

So, last night.....in a stroke of brilliance, we remembered it was Valentine's Day. Oh Yeah. Dat's how we do. Thinking to ourselves, "What does Valentine's Day even mean??", and not really having a quick answer to that, of course we went straight to the source of all knowledge, Google. (Okay, to be truthful, we already had a glimmer of an idea of our future deviousness for that night. Our imaginations just needed a little pick-me-up.)
To the Marvelous Mr. Google, we asked, "Can you guide us to some humorous Valentine's Day greetings?" Of course, he answered in the affirmative. He gave us such wonderfully witty ideas, including the opening line of this post. Oh Yeah. What did we do with such hysterical messages of love? Take a guess.


Give up yet??? Even if you haven't, we will in a very vague, roundabout way explain to you the answer to the above question which is surely burning holes through your frontal lobes at this very moment. Oh yes we did.
The activity carried out at 1:00 am on February 14, 2011 by the infamous Shiz and Kidney is not on the level of extreme cunning that we may have implied. (This is our blog, for goodness sakes). It is in fact an activity many of you I am sure have yourselves participated in at some point in your life. Sorry to disappoint. We were indeed subtle and we were indeed stealthy, but I would be remiss if I did not admit here and now that our exploits are actually very common behaviors, and not at all as deviant and non-conformist as one would hope. However, on the upside, this activity generally brings a certain amount of pleasure to those who are on the receiving end.


Now that you are thoroughly confused, we have determined to give in to your demands and straight up tell you what we did. On Valentine's Day, a heart attack means more than a blocked artery cutting of the blood flow to an area of the heart and a sleepover in the ER. To us, a heart attack means a little bit more. It means sharing the love in your heart, and hoping that somehow that warmth and light that flows from your heart will proceed to utterly annihilate the high brick wall put up as a defense around your dear friend's tiny, empty black box of a heart. It means filling that little box heart with such hope and joy and love that it eventually becomes a real heart. One that is open to feeling the love of others and the love that originates within. It is hoping that you can make a difference in people's lives. We are so noble. And cheesy. And awesome.
An aesthetically pleasing visual for your viewing convenience. Enjoy.

Little black box heart before heart attack. It is sad. 

 HEART ATTACK!!!

Heart after attack

Please excuse the obscene length and wordiness of this post. I guess we had a little too much fun. 

Feel the love. <3

Peace and Blessins.

SHIZ & KIDNEY

Let's go Vanning!!!!!

So Toto has been in 2 car accidents this months and was upgraded to the mom mobile. AKA the mini-van! The day after the second car crash, she was feeling pretty down. Thus plan A was put into action. Cheer up Toto time! Our first attempt was to kidnap her and take her for ice cream but she came in and was really upset, so this didn't seem like a very well thought out plan. Plan B spontaneously erupted from Toto's own mouth when she realized how hungry she was.

Thus the van party. We got Elmo, Pip, and Zapo into the minivan and started out for pizza. Along the way we began referring to Toto as Mom because she was driving a minivan and we all felt like kids again sitting in the back seat. We stopped off before arriving at the pizza place and picked up Dad. Thus we had a complete family and had a fantastic midnight pizza run.

We decided to make this a family tradition. Therefore 2 nights later we headed out again, though this time to Sonic and Elmo was replaced by Mr. President. This night we were especially crazy kids and attempted to tip the van over. Although for some odd reason we were unsuccessful. We did, however, manage to crash a freshman party in the parking lot and drive through a random picture.

Our last adventure with the famed mom van was on Sunday when we raced Elmo, Dad, Shame, and Taken home. All of us left church at the same time and Toto decided she wanted to race them home. Therefore she ran and got in the car and picked us all up at the side of the road. They got out of the parking lot before us still but mom knows how to drive the minivan!!! In the end, the minivan beat out the little car. GO MOM! We

ended up getting back to the apartment complex at least 2 minutes before them. It was pretty awesome!

All in all we had a lot of memories with the mom van and it will always be remembered fondly in our apartment!

A Most Marvelous Beginning to a Most Marvelous Blog

Greetings Friends, Family, Acquaintances, and Various Interested Members of the Human Race!

WELCOME!
We hope you enjoy your time getting to know how amazing the creators of this blog are.
My personal vision for this blog is quite grand. I see a little spot on the World Wide Web where people can collectively and individually enjoy the genius enveloped by the combined creative powers of two little women named Shiz and Kidney (aka Liz and Sydney, respectively). Along with posting about our lives and our various exploits as vivacious and charismatic individuals pursuing a liberal arts undergraduate education at the House of Higher Learning most people call BYU, we hope to also um, how shall we say???.....have a good time. Yes. Herewith we aim to view our lives through the microscope of this blog, laughing at ourselves and pretty much everything else, as well as inviting and accepting other qualified viewers to take a gander through this same microscope.

Not to set anything in stone....but, in general the posts on this blog will be of an hyperbolic nature, employing elements of grandiose storytelling and of course always flavored by our vividly disconcerting imaginations. Code names will be employed to protect the identities of roommates, friends and other characters included in our stories. (Identities which may or may not actually be disclosed here.)
Forthcoming......drummmmmmrrrrrrrrrroooollllll..................................................................
Stuff. Yeh.

Darlings, I hope to get this blog up and off the ground very soonly. I will not promise dates (on the calendar or otherwise), because personally I have issues with certain types of commitments and right now I doubt that my person can handle the kind of stress imposed by being beholden to this audience on their timetable and not mine. Seriously.Anyways, I love you guys just for reading this. And for being awesome. :)

Sincerely and Quite Possibly Forever Yours,
Syd (or Kidney, if you prefer).....and I am going to sign my cohorts name here although we have not actually discussed the preceding informational post. I know her well enough...........................................
& Liz (call her Shiz, please)

P.S.: Can you tell I have been writing way too many BS college papers lately? Thought so.