The World is a Beaut

On Tuesday and Wednesday this week, I got to spend some time with these two lovely ladies!

Mariah and I went to the forum at the Marriott titled "The End of Wonder and the Age of Whatever". 

Kendall and I went to see The Phantom of the Opera! The Phantom was magnificent, his voice was powerful I tell you. I was extremely drowsy during most of it, but I was awake enough to partake in the glory that is in theater!

Everyone and their dog has complained of the recent weather. I find myself in that mindset too, but seriously, this campus is still so beautiful even if the sidewalks are ice sheets!

Today I briefly looked at a new exhibit in the Joseph F. Smith Building. I was taken aback by how wonderful these paintings were. I have plans to return and actually finish looking at the exhibit. 

I know my writing is lame, but at least you can see some pictures!

That's all for now,
Love,
Megan Marie

"Sometimes, I get nervous..

When I see an open door.."

{This song is my go-to}

First of all, Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day. I tried my best to make today meaningful, since I have been in Canada for the past 6 MLK days! Plus, my recent exposer to my heritage in my American Heritage (corny, I know..) class here at school, I jumped at the opportunity to serve through the Community Outreach Day. I made some friends, and off to the retirement home we went!

I heard some speeches!

And some tunes! [and great life stories]

The crew!

 So, after I finished at school, I decided to take a spin up the canyon to get out of the terrible inversion. I made it to Sundance, but I only been there in the summer, so I missed the turn off into the lodge {All I wanted was a cookies and cream sucker}. So I rolled down the windows and let that fresh air in and rolled on back home. 

This is pretty much how I felt today:

 Feelin (and lookin) and little rough, I stopped by our family's favorite- Ripple's Drive-In. 

 The following helped:

{Well... it did set me back in my fight against obesity..}

So! I made it home, snuggled into bed, and took a nap. I woke up, showered, ate some grub in the pub (okay, I'm getting creative with lingo to avoid saying cafeteria) with some peeps, and now I'm finishing my laundry while the girls watch the Bachelor. {Our society...}

Tomorrow is back to the grinder, but this weekend has been nice to me homework wise. 

OH OF COURSE! 

WELCOME BACK BARACKATTACK!

In all sincerity, our country can get something right. We can choose a president (physically peacefully, I might add) that cares about our country, AND he can rock a wicked suit. 

Proud to be an American finally dwelling back in America,

Yours,

Mega 

P.S.

This is tragic. 
Next year, next year...

Sunday= Fun Day

All I have to say is, life is good, life is sweet, life is wonderful!

Megan Marie Allen

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  KIRBY MARRY ME"

This day started off on a sweet and mellow note.

 Sunday truly is the best day of the week!  

 {Almost nailed it, awks rock. Moni- you look fabulous as always!}

Here are some more fine, fine and dandy people I have become recently acquainted with!

The short walk home was sublime! This winter tundra-esque weather has been a jarring, but nice reminder of home. But now it can go back north where it came from.

Sunday night- all heckle breaks loose as visiting hours commence. I got my guitar, Nell E. restrung and tuned by some fine gents and life is now sublime!

Then, it was break the Sabbath at Ihop with these crazies! 

Impressed? We sure entertained ourselves with the packets a joy.

I got some patterns all up in here.

Members of the Broternity. 

So, Happy Martin Luther King day! I'm waking up bright and early to participate in the Community Outreach Day, and then more exciting plans for the week are to follow!

Mucho love,

Mega

Ruff and Stuff

{MY BLOG SAYS SOS. Save Our... Template. SOT! Seriously, I need a blawg designer or somthin}

It's Saturday night, my third here this semester. I always find difficulty in narrowing down my life story- I'm always found blabbering on and on about an event that could be summerized in a few sentences, but since when have I ever taken the easy road when the hard one was offered? Alright, philosophizing over. 

In short,

Life is hard, and then we die.

At least that is how some days feel, and that is okay. Here is my tale of this day, the 19th of January. {P>S> how is it already the 19th? time flyys when ur havin fun :}

(This song fits well as background music. Too bad this is just a screenshot suckas)

The Good: 
Shopping at Nordstrom's Rack and Target with my sweets! {and of course my twin brotha and my dear motha before she left for the homecountry) 

 These new Sorel's on my feet are from heaven above. 

The Bad and Ugly:

After an emotional whirlwind of weeks, the perfect storm struck.

 On my way home, I drove past my childhood home. MY house. OUR HOUSE. The absolutely hardest goodbye so far in my life has been on August 6th, 2006 when I said farewell to my home. I left a note in my closet that was for whoever would find it which said how much I love this house and I hope the next owners would love our house as much as I did. Turns out, the family who currently lives there decided to buy our house because of that note. 

So anyways, I came in the back way of our neighborhood (The last time I was there was a year ago, so I was ill prepared..) and as I stopped at the stop sign to take the photo and then drove past, I broke down into hard core tears. I never cry, and it felt so, so, so very good to let it out. I just love my home so much, and the symbol 2463 W. Country Bend has been in my life. Now, I have all my family with me (minus my Grandma Marilyn) and I know home is where the heart is, but I always, always have this house as my center. 

My dream? To become rich and famous just so I can buy our house back and raise my own family in.

Trying to self-soothe my broken heart, I went to my skating rink. I went here nearly every day in 6th grade, the year right before I moved. 

 {Rentals were closed, and my skates are in Canada, so my heart is achin' for a skate!) 

But, you know what?

Heavenly Father loves us more than we can fathom.

 It was too hard to drive through my tears, (so dramatic, but true) so I pitstopped at another place from my childhood- Thanksgiving Pointe. 

I ate some delicious food,

took a nap, (from 6:30 to 7:30)

and am at peace.

Love, 
MEGAN MAREE

P.S. Besides the US and Canada, Russia is the country where a third of my views come from. If you are in Russia and are reading this, will you say hello?