This blog is about my roommate, Yvonne.

Southern California friends, please do not take offense. But you have known Yvonne for four years now. Don't you think it's about time you learn how to pronounce her name? I mean, honestly, there shouldn't even be a debate if her name is pronounced ee-von or yuh-von. It begins with the letter Y. Since when does the letter Y make a yuh sound?!

I'm hungry-uh. Can I have some yuh-ogurt?
Awwww, what a cute puppy-uh!

Seriously people. Basic phonetics. Just think back to second grade.

I am trying on zero things in the fitting room. Since when do they give you a number card for that?!

I walked into my Studio Photography class just to find my teacher not there. Doctor's appointment. So we just turned in our projects and left. My last class of my life—swooped away right from me! I feel a little cheated.

Also, Campus Day is canceled. That's like canceling Christmas! It just doesn't happen! Mind you, I'm not the biggest fan of Campus Day, but I just can't imagine CBU without it. I guess the front lawn is more important than tradition. I mean, we couldn't have people stomping around piles of mud on graduation day.

My last class for the rest of my life is on Wednesday. Trever's class. And my last project is due. My lomo project.

Here are my two favorite:

Jenny is so pretty!

...and yesterday, I shot Susie.

I think this is my favorite :)

Yes, I am posting this photo late. I know.
(The actual event was last Wednesday...not tonight.)

Today was a day of firsts.

Yvonne and I went to the Prophecy Conference at Harvest.

Let me just say this, when Satan is trying to distract you, he will do absolutely anything. And when he runs out of ideas, he'll even use the lame ones—like the scent of putrid milk and the largest buttcrack ever. You're pathetic, Satan. Really.

Today was the first day I was able to breathe amidst a putrid scent without throwing up. Be proud.

Then, Yvonne got a tan. Not a first for me, but a first nonetheless. I know, I know. You're skeptical and need proof. Here.

This prophecy conference was bomb.com. Seriously. I took like five pages of crazy notes! I think you all should keep an eye out for the archives. Dr. Tim LaHaye (one of my favorite people on the planet) was one of the speakers.

...aaaaaaand, I got to meet him! Another first! Wooohooo!!

There's something about making someone go on a wild goose chase in order to see a certain blog.

After my twitter/facebook post linking you to this blog which in turn links to this, be prepared for tomorrow's epic wild goose chase which takes you to the world of Jon Acuff.

Prepare to be angry with me.

I conformed. I bought some Burt's Bees chapstick a little while ago. And honestly, I don't understand what the hype is all about. It's isn't amazing. In fact, I have to reapply more than any other chapstick. It doesn't work all that great. Yeah, I know it is healthy because it is all natural and I know the minty smell and taste is refreshing, but it just doesn't seem to solve the problem of chapped lips.

And that is how I truly feel.

Go ahead, hate me.

My 22nd birthday was sweet (slight pun intended)!

We had a "movement" assignment for my Studio Photography class and I shot Ashley. Gorgeous girl and totally fun!

Turns out I unintentionally copied a professional photographer! I think I did pretty good too, what do you think? :)