Sometimes I forget to take pictures...

I'm a pictureaholic. I LOVE pictures. About once a month I spend a couple hours just going through my But sometimes I'm having so much fun that I forget to stop and take a picture.

This weekend was one of those weekends. I had a million wonderful opportunities for a picture but I just forgot to snap even one. So you are going to have to use your imagination with me for a minute.

Picture a Friday night with one of your best friend's at his house with his family waiting him to announce which grad school he has chosen to attend. Picture a beautiful family with welcoming and kind smiles and sincere "how are yous?" Picture a spread of food so good you want three servings but you only let yourself have more apples. Picture adorable little girls running around having so much fun being cute as buttons. Picture the reaction when you find out he's chosen Harvard [fully funded]. Picture piling into the basement and watching BYU finally get the win they deserved over New Mexico [and watching Jimmer get 52 points. FIFTY TWO.]

Picture coming home and finding your roommates on the floor making prank calls. Picture dragging your mattresses into the living room and having a giant sleepover. Picture our faces watching and loving Footloose. Such a classic. Picture us sleeping in and waking up all groggy and disoriented in the morning.

Picture a Saturday morning filled with a good run at the gym and sore arms from good lifting. And then picture a sparkling clean apartment from cleaning checks.

Picture our apartment with a projector and a huge spread of food set up for the MWC Tournament Championship game of BYU v. SDSU. Picture leaving the game to watch Eva open her mission call and find out she is going to Korea! Picture the long hug I gave her when I realized she would be gone for 18  months and I wouldn't be able to get my Eva hugs.

Picture coming home and finding somewhere between 15-17 people in our apartment having a grand time. Picture our disappointment at the end of the game for our sad loss. Picture a game of cranium and watching the Prestige. Picture crawling into bed and sleeping like a rock.

Picture Christine walking into my room Sunday morning at 8:35 asking if I was going to wake up for church. Picture me muttering at Benjamin Franklin under my breath for his stupid Daylight Savings Time. Picture me getting ready in a whirlwind and racing to church, only missing the opening hymn. Picture me being fidgety and unable to focus for three hours of church. Picture us cleaning our apartment from the party leftovers. Picture our conversation about how glad we are that we hadn't had alcohol there for the mess sake and that we weren't hungover. Awful.

Picture a perfectly lovely Sunday afternoon and evening spent in Layton at Dan's house. Picture an incredible Sunday dinner of parmesan chicken, funeral potatoes, salad, corn and rolls. Picture chocolate cake to die for. Picture playing with the dog outside in the beautiful sunshine. Picture sitting on a swing not wanting to go inside because you can positively smell spring in the air. Picture talking with Lyss and Dan about finances and life and important stuff. Picture birthday presents and skyping family. Picture being given lots of food by generous generous parents.

Picture a girl who still has NO idea about what she is doing for spring and summer. Picture a girl who still hasn't picked a grad school yet. Picture a girl who is feeling calm and peaceful because she went to yoga and her homework is done. Picture a girl who is counting down the last 38 days to graduation. Picture a girl who is ever so happy about life. That's me tonight. :)

71 - 58 (or of getting Jimmered)

Tonight was EPIC. 

The story really begins yesterday when my roommate Andrea picked me up on campus and took me with her to get a wristband that guaranteed my seat in the student sports pass section for tonight's game against San Diego State University.

[Which was a totally amazing thing to do and I will forever be grateful to her for making sure that I could come to this game.]

 I didn't finish my homework and I missed part of class but really let's consider the options - being on time for class or having a spot for a basketball game of two Top 10 teams? 

Then this afternoon we went up to the Marriott Center at 5:30 and got in our appointed place in line. The doors opened at 6:00 and the student section was soon completely flooded with people. 

And then we waited. 

Because you see, the game didn't actually start until 8:15. So we had a long time to sit. And wait. 

And have dance parties in our seat. 

Finally the anticipated moment came: Tip off. 

During SDSU's first possession we made them run out the shot clock which began a pattern of what would be a great night of defense during which we of course yelled and shouted at every SDSU possession. 

It was such an intense first half. The ball went back and forth and so did the score. They led by two, we tied them, we led by two, they tied it, we led by two, they tied it, they led by one. You get the picture.  Going into the half we were down by one. :(

But our boys came back ready for the second half. We were ready too. 

They hit some solid baskets and never fell behind again. Slowly and steadily they gained. 

We yelled more. Jimmer Fredette had two 7 point scoring runs and took 43 points total. 

BYU played crazy good defense. The refs made some lousy calls and missed some obvious ones. San Diego kept fighting. Though at the end of the day the Cougars were just meant to take this one. 

I had so much adrenaline going. And I guarantee my throat will be hoarse tomorrow. 

But it was worth all the craziness of wristbands, the waiting for hours and all the standing and yelling and anxiety to be there for this: 

SDSU, You got Jimmered.
[yep. it's a verb now.]