It all started on Friday the 12th, dubbed "reading day" by BYU in an effort to encourage us students to use our time wisely and study the weekend before finals. Studying...right.
Naturally, the first thing we do Friday morning is organize a birthday ambush for a friend. There may have been a few hitches in the plan, (the victim woke up before we could ambush him and he caught one of us hiding out in his living room that was waiting to jump him) but overall I'd say it went pretty well:
And then it all snowballed from there. Saturday my fish Pierre died :( and we took a joint apartment trip to temple square in Salt Lake:
Sunday we went to church, drove around and looked at ridiculous synchronized Christmas lights:
(click on the picture for more info about the annual display)
and the boys brought us a present/tribute to remind us of our late fish Pierre:
the resemblance is striking...
Monday was Family Home Evening- eating pizza and watching Home Alone, a Christmas must-see.
Tuesday was the first real snow of the year that stuck, so naturally, I was ambushed and bombarded with snowballs when apt 125 knocked on my door and I went to answer. I spent all day at work thinking of ways to get them back, and when I came home that night, we had an apt brainstorm.
If any of you have ever watched The Office, you may recall the episode in which Jim puts Dwight's stapler in jello and leaves it on his desk, and Dwight, being Dwight, freaks out. I have always thought this was hilarious, and I've always wanted an excuse to do something like that. Now I finally did.
That night, Loni and Kirra and I made up some excuse to go over to their apartment to hang out for a little bit. Loni came prepared with her humongous purse, and we proceded to stealthily swipe half of their stuff right out from under their noses. We made off with quite a stash, and lemme tell ya they were TICKED about the remotes and mail key...personally I felt most bad for the poor sap who didn't get to brush his teeth that night. Also for whoever had to fess up to owning the scalp cream...
(The pink razor is mine, hahaha...we thought it added a nice touch, and it would be pretty amusing to have them trying to figure out who's it was in their apartment...)
We figured we'd give them a full 24 hours to start missing all their stuff before we would return it to them bright and early Thursday morning...
in jello.
Yummy...
Revenge has never tasted so sweet...
no pun intended.
1 comment:
Wow. That jell-o thing is hilarious. Very fitting I think.
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