Whoop/Gig 'em/Farmers Fight

It's 1:49 on my second-to-last night in College Station.

My once Anthropologie-inspired sorority girl pad is now in shambles so it's a battle of the two wills inside:
- Cleaning equals sanity
- Cleaning equals the end of life as I know it

So instead, I'm sitting here on the love seat with the twisted up slipcover and thinking and sniffling and remembering and writing and realizing that I may be making it into the top 50 most dramatic people alive at this very moment.

It's weird, people.

I'm not going to cliche myself to death and reminisce over all of my favorite moments of college, but here are a few highlights (stream of consciousness style):

The day I met William Sea: I thought, "how bizarre." And I still do. But I have gained some terrifying mannerisms, a lot of my favorite memories, and a warm place in my heart for the "fare-thee-well"/awkward speed walking exit strategy.

The day Kristen and I bought "50 Ways to Find a Lover" at Sweets: I never leave home without a conversation piece, and book/movie store browsing has a purpose now. Thank you, Sharyn Wolf for giving such proven strategies.

The day I found Molly, Liz and Kate marching down Fairview: All dressed in pink, up to their ears in Chardonnay, and loving every minute of it.

The day Ryan revealed his first facet: "Have you ever looked up at the ceiling in Evans? It's unbelievable. There must hundreds of thousands of those fluorescent lights!" This rabbit hole is one I'm still exploring.

The day George came into our lives: It was the beginning of a new era. The era of hair and hurrying, and "what I really need is a damn shock collar," and (seriously) woman's best friend.

The day SJ opened up the world of Geo-caching: We dominated the muggles. Who knew?!

The day Facebook added "News Feed": Mark Zuckerburg must have known that A&M needed a good uproar. I wish I could've been a fly on the wall when he wrote that letter of consolation and explanation to all users. I mean, really?!

The day Whit and I first went to TCBY: It was all over after that.

The day SJ and I had a fight about George's farting problem: There were legitimate tears involved, and the best quote of the night was, "I'm sorry. I cannot control my dog's gastrointestinal issues, so I'm just going to study and we can talk about this when I come back."

The day Char decided to be my accountability partner in keeping track of receipts: Somehow this is so humorous now.

The day of Abbott Director Revelation: William, Kristin and I drove to Terrazzo's together and William and I both made comments that we would need someone more organized and less visionary than ourselves to be a partner. Whoop. This led to William moaning face down on my hard wood floor about where to put the icing in the bowls for the Christmas party.

The day that J. Michael and H. Elizabeth were established: We are an enormous joke.

The day that Kirk came in town and hit on Anna: Mad then, funny now.

The day that Roomie and I rushed to Speedy Stop at 4 am: Andy Luten swore that gas prices were going up like $3 the next day, and we were not going to get stuck.

The day we were driving down George Bush and we passed a Jeep: Whit yelled, "Guys, look! That woman is HUGE!"

The day Leslie and I finished being tortured by Super-Annoying-Guy and BFG: I have never been so happy to see summer.

The day a fuzzy white sleep mask was found among Ryan's belongings: I'd hit a jackpot of facets, and I knew it.

The day that I realized that boy shorts from Old Navy look disgusting on girls: Thank you Lord for this revelation. I only spent about four months in delusion.

The day SJ and I stole the sign: And then kept it and were lame and then became lamer and lamer until our lameless pinnacled and we just returned it.

The day Chels (and all of us) learned that F&@% can be inscribed on a cookie cake: It was tense, the wedding was about to die a sad and sudden death, and the Asian cookie artist just said, "Oooh...oooh no! You come right back!"

The day Mr. Eby said, "You got a B, as in BOY": I am not a verifiable math retard!

The day that Dallas Wayne bought Sarah Jane a taquito: This was unbelievable.

The lids are closing fast, so this is far from comprehensive, but still.
Love ya, A&M.