EFY. A blessing or a curse?

Once again the gods on high are out to get me.Today's embarrassing occasion not only was oober awful, but i didn't even notice it until I got back to my apartment. Well folks, guess who walked around campus today with a MONGER hole in the crotch of their leggings? mmhmm that would be me. You would think I would have like felt an extra bit of wind or something? Nope, not even one gust.

Today's story is recounted from me to you all the way back when I was fifteen. I was just entering my, "I think I'm a hottie, so I will go meet boys at EFY" stage. Ya, not such a great plan considering I had braces, a haircut that only a mother could love, and like the cutest clothes ever... Not. I arrived at the BYU campus on a saturday morning in hopes of finding a drop dead sex-i-fied priesthood holder. I guess in EFY lingo they are called your "cow"? (I completely don't understand that...who wants to be recognized as livestock?) Anyways, the week was turning out to be pretty fun and I had definitely set my eyes on..lets call him...carson. whoa baby was this hunk F.I.N.E (as cute as a scrawny, zitty, teen boy can be of course). Well one day, to my utter delight, Carson asked me if he could escort me to our game night. In fifteen-year-old girl terms this meant, holy crapper this boy wants to marry me. But in all honesty, i'm sure he just wanted to get it over with and get to the game night. So, beginning our journey to our destination we encountered the biggest staircase ever imaginable. Of course, to my delight, we got to walk down them instead of up. Alright folks...here is where my life ends. Just three steps into it, I loose my footing and literally start rolling down the staircase not only knocking down everyone in front of me, but yanking my poor date down with me. It seriously looked like a game of dominoes..and I was the starter. AND THAT IS NOT ALL. Just the very next day...my skirt fell off. Like literally on the ground off. (It was one of those damn rap-a-rounds). Ladies, don't EVER wear one of those. They are deathly.

So, after knocking down 50 people and flashing another hundred, I would say my EFY experience was ten times better then yours. Beat that.