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First day of classes. Readings piling up. Oh my God.

I did really well for myself. I stayed away from MC, even though I had ample time to go over there. I stood my ground, go me! I did some school supply shopping while waiting for Adrienne to come pick up the key to her house. After she arrived, we went out to dinner and hung out for a while. She told me about the wedding, and said that it was a good time. The only con was that the family brought shit with them, and pretty much made our side look bad. Really bad. Extremely bad. I asked her if she was really surprised. They always do that. I'm sorry, but you were there for a wedding, not to go sight seeing. Stop throwing a tantrum like a child. I told her not to take them seriously, because they don't like people dominating them. Plus I told her that if there aren't problems going on at the moment, they will create some. I don't get it, it's like something's wrong with their world if they're not bitching and scowling and criticizing people. I just told them to ignore them, and my dad said the same. He told her that this is why we rarely come around to family things, or go on vacations with them. The last time we went on a legit vacation to Florida, it was nothing but stress and scowling the whole way down. There was some back handed comments made about me in Disney World, and my mom heard them. She bit her tongue and withheld from making a scene in the middle of the park. Even when we went to Myrtle Beach, they brought crap with them that put me in a bad position. It was a "let's criticize Giselle and tell her what a fuck up she is" vacation. I've learned to ignore them and their back handed comments. I have a lot of shit on them, but I too big of a person to hold it above their heads...for now. Especially when they showed me their true colors when I asked for help with school. Thanks for hanging up on me mid sentence, and then trying to cover your ass by making it seem like I didn't tell you all the details. Nope. You know I can't lie. You know me well. Don't try to tell my dad otherwise, even after I called him the second I heard the dial tone. Anyways, I told her that they're not supporting her or doing anything for her, but supplying her life with negativity. My dad and I told her to learn to mute them out.

We went out to dinner and had a mini adventure. It was a lot of fun, and my stomach was ready to kill my by the end of the night. When I woke up this morning, my stomach was taking avengence. Not good. Parking on campus was so much more of a nightmare this morning than previous semesters. I drove around Glen garage for an hour, literally, and couldn't find a parking spot. I don't know how other people who just pulled into the garage managed to find spots. I missed my first class which sucks, and booked it to Towsontown garage. I found a spot right away after I spotted a person coming out of the stairwell. Ugh...note to self: park in Towsontown on Thursday, and move car to Glen after women's studies. I have 45 minutes before math, anyways. Mi profesor de Espanol es muy divertido. Translation: my spanish prof is very funny. I'm really going to enjoy his class. There are a few others in the class who had had previous spanish knowledge, and he gave the usual "if you've taken 3 years or more of Spanish, please consider changing to spanish 102". But back then it was "go see so and so in Macklin Tower, room blah blah blah to change sections". He immediately jumped into Spanish the minute class started. He said that we are to address him in Spanish at all times, unless it's a dire emergency where we have to speak in English or don't know how to say something. I like him a lot. All other Spanish teachers and profs never fully enforced using the language at all times, which would explain why I don't remember anything from Spanish 2 and 3. I should be speaking fluently by now. It'll click eventually, but I really need the practice again.

My women's studies prof is so blunt and in your face that I couldn't help but chuckle a few times in the class. I can't help but appreciate the fact that she blurts out "fucked up the ass" so loud when describing how men belittle women by stating "she must be on her period," and, "she needs to be fucked up the ass and she'll be happy." She outed three girls who were acting like they were in middle school, passing notes and carrying on their own conversation. She MADE them tell the whole class what the note was, and embarrassed the shit out of them. This is college, girls, not middle school. I'm really going to enjoy this class. She made it a point to say that we all give lip service to issues when it comes to race, sexuality, and gender equality, but the majority are still not comfortable with their own issues. I can't wait until Thursday!

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OMG!!! I've reached my hundredth post! I didn't think it would get this far, but shock shock surprise surprise. *sniffs* I would like to thank my anger for giving me reasons to find outlets to release my rage, the lovely people around me for supplying me with topics and reasons to be pissed off, and last but not least, God! Without him none of this would be possible.

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So to be perfectly vague: I hate to say this, but he is right. He is SO right. He'll never hear me say that, though.

You'd hate for me to say this, but let me remind you: KARMA IS A BITCH! Things have come full circle, and now there isn't a single shoulder to cry on.

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Like Rebecca Bloomwood had her green scarf in Confessions of a Shopaholic, I shall be the girl in the red HANSON scarf. Must get when paycheck comes next week. Don't hate:


source: Hanson.net

So I officially have a good reason to stay away from the music building as soon as classes start: dog training classes. I will be taking Maxx for obedience classes every Monday for the next 8 weeks starting Feb. 8. I have to be strong before that. I know I can be.

This has been one hell of a week. My dad changed my brakes on Saturday, and they failed when I put it in gear to back out of my driveway. My car hits Yolanta's car and damages the driver's side door. My car is fine, thanks for asking. I'm kind of shocked that I didn't suffer any damages. I wasn't too thrilled about that, so dad pushes the card back up the drive way and it goes up so fast that I can't stop and I start yelling. Why was I yelling you ask? Because Maxx was sitting in the garage. The car didn't stop until it slammed into the box of ornaments and I jumped out of the car screaming. I heard a yelp and I thought Maxx was severely injured under the car. I starting screaming at my dad that Maxx could be trapped under the car and told him to hurry up and move it. While my dad hurried to pump the brakes to get the brake fluid going, I noticed a furry tail wagging at the door. After the car backed out of the garage, I immediately ran over to Maxx and picked him up and started hugging him. I took him inside and sat on the floor and cried. Maxx came over for a belly rub and I just looked at him. I almost lost my dog! I still tear up when I think about it. Ugh...at least my dog's alright.

On top of all this, I've been running around trying to help Adrienne figure out what to do about her dog while she's in Albuquerque for Brian's wedding. It's been a pain in the ass, but we finally figured it out a solution.

Today I had a minor laptop scare. My old adapter died, and this time it wasn't because of the plug. The batter pack itself must've burned out. I had to go without internet for a few hours. I remembered that I had my old adaptor from the last time, the small plug broke. I played mad scientist with my adaptor and got it working. This saves me $300.

Saturday night was spent hanging out with Adrienne and Angel playing Mario Wii. We went to Wal-mart before hand so Adrienne can get some supplies. We picked up some snacks as well, and went back to her place. We watched the Coneheads and I got everyone to eat my Morningstar Chik'n strips. They are really good, and I think they taste like the real thing...as far as I can recall from the taste of real chicken. After the movie we spent a good 7 hours yelling at the tv from playing Wii. We even made a caffeine run to Dunkin Donuts, but after another hour and a half that began to fail. By 4:00 am we called it a night.

This is the final week of break before it's back to hell. Yay.

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"The trick is to recognize when a 'goodbye' can be a good thing when it's a chance to start over"~Betty Suarez

With that said I would like to take the opportunity to bow out of the music building, and all the drama that comes with it.

College is supposed to be a learning experience in itself. What I've learned so far is that you can't trust anybody. I know this is going far beyond my whole "stay positive" spiel, but hear me out for a second. Wednesday night's meeting with Isaac made me realize my anger in more ways than one. I've always been an angry person, but never really knew how to deal with it without resorting to violence. My vow for this year is to be positive, and that means no more anger. This also means house cleaning for my life. We discussed the major issues from this past semester one final time before we dropped the vase. It shattered into a million pieces, in fact it's now dust. Oh look, there's some blowing away! All this self doubting has to come to an end. I've told myself countless times that I will never devalue myself as a person, especially my potential, but I always find a way to get around. This time around it hasn't been my subconscious tearing down myself, but so called friends. Jessica once told me that I can't save the world, and my rebuttal was that it couldn't hurt to try. As a matter of fact it does. I've learned this the hard way, in more ways than one! You can't help those who can't help themselves. There's a fine line between sympathy and seeking attention, it's just determining where the person falls. I've always been the person who will fight to the very end to seek justice and closure, never wanting to give up. I have to realize that I can't fix everybody. As I recall this is why I dabbled in psychology during my senior year in to my first year of college. Being surrounded by so many broken people who claimed that they had no one to talk to made me see how something as simple as talking could help. What I didn't realize was that I was just as broken as they were. This past semester brought on so much personal drama that I ever cared to involve myself in. Some of it was involuntary, but there was some that I chose to enter knowing what the outcome would be. Again, "it couldn't hurt to try." By the end of the day I found myself in a center of a war that I couldn't get myself out of. I lost one friend due to my animated, angry mouth and mind, and almost lost another to a vicious rumor started about me. I voluntarily let go of another friendship, because this person is the cause of the rumor. With a month of winter break, I sat in my room wondering why I haven't heard from people so much. Past breaks were spent trying to hang out every chance we get, and it would always end with "See you on Monday," or what have you. The phone was silent, facebook was pretty empty. In my solitude I began to re-evaluate my life and everything and everyone around me. Isaac had me list my new years resolutions starting with what I felt is top priority. My list is as follows:

1. Be positive and let go of all the negativity and the negative people in my life.
2. Concentrate more on my work and on myself.
3. Stay away from the music building.
4. Focus more on my art.
5. Don't rush in to a relationship, let it happen.

Number three is going to be a challenge. It is second nature for me to go from Towson to MC, walk into the music building and pick where I left off. I thought all would be well since I'm one of the originals there, but I have to realize that I'm no longer part of that circle. The day I got my acceptance letter was the day everything changed. This past semester made me see who was still my friend and who wasn't. I was asked who I came to visit every time I would show up to the music building, and at first I said "everyone." Now that I think about it, the list has narrowed down to maybe 3-4 people at the most...it's getting closer to no one at all. As depressing as that sounds, my only reader once told me that friends will come and go. Isaac told me the same thing, but this was also followed with "family will always be there." He is so right. They are both right. During this break I found myself hanging out with my cousins more than my friends. I've taken on Flora's mentality of "guilty until proven innocent." To sum things up in a nutshell, I find myself not trusting anyone anymore. Isaac told me that I was being a good friend, and did/said what I needed to do/say, and I shouldn't feel guilty for it. Trust me, I don't feel the slightest bit guilty. One of my good friends was pissed at me for something I supposedly did, which was false. The damage has been done, and there's still trust issues. Now the roles have reversed and I'm starting to suspect her of backstabbing me. In this life you can only be so lucky to find at least one person you can truly say that you trust. I thought I had 20 or so, I was wrong. Part of me doesn't want to say that I suspect everyone, but I have no reason not to. I don't know why it came as a shock to me when the music building drama said that it's time for me to get hit. Ever since this group assembled, it has been drama galore. If we were a show, we'd beat out Days of Our Lives. Maybe the Real World would have featured us twice! When it comes down to it, I'm no longer part of Montgomery College. The drama is irrelevant to me. On that note I say to you,



It was fun and I will enjoy those happy memories, but this is the end. I confessed to Isaac that my first semester at Towson was one of the happiest semester I've ever had. I stayed away from the music building for two reasons: 1) no time, 2) fear of getting kicked out of school. During orientation day the university counselors told us that the first semester is where people royally screw up the most. Once they screw up they get placed on academic probation and potentially get kicked out. I was swamped with work and I didn't want to get kicked out of school, so maintained focus. I received guilt trips about not visiting, but I had good reason. Yes I missed out on so much, but at least my work didn't suffer. Now that I made time to visit, I see that people are slowly starting to loathe my very existence.

All this frustration had me turning to the very people who know me the best: mom and dad. Dad would always tell me not to pay any attention to negativity, because those are the people who are jealous and are trying to bring you down. Mom would tell me to cut them out of my life, because I don't need that. Growing up I was also told that I didn't need to prove myself to anyone, because I know who I am. I will admit that lately I have been very blunt and brutally honest in various ways, but understand where I'm coming from. I've always been the girl trying to fit it and was always nice. In return I was taken advantage of, and I find myself in that very predicament once again. Understand that I don't talk shit, I state the obvious and I state the truth and as the old saying goes, "the truth hurts." I was recently given a proposition by a friend saying that we haven't hung out and that it must change. I bite and agree that it must change. Shortly after that, I receive a message from a certain someone saying that he was told things that he doesn't appreciate hearing. Part of me starts to suspect this hang out that was scheduled for this weekend, like I could be getting set up. I discussed this with various family members and another friend I felt like I could trust. I said that if I do hear back with details and do meet up, and find an unwanted guest, I'm leaving. As the days get closer and closer towards the weekend, my suspicions grow higher. I never got a reply or any indication of what the deal is for the weekend, so therefore I cancel to save me the trouble. How hard is it to accept that I don't want to talk to you anymore? I have a lot more to say about this matter, but I'd rather not for the sake of keeping my new years resolution. Plus I have a few choice words tell someone that will only make things worse. Positive. Positive.

Talking with Isaac also lead to the discussion of having God in our lives. We both talked about how we've had destructive pasts, and how all of this has changed. He's a Messianic Jew and I'm Catholic, but he showed me how much more our two religions connect aside from the information that I already knew. It lead to a two hour long discussion in my car, and how God has helped us in various ways. We briefly discussed Job, and how he went through a painful test of faith. I told him about my high school past, and how it was similar to Job but I did lose my faith. Senior year I lost what I thought was everything, and almost lost my future. I was going through ye olde high school drama and was fighting with my then best friend. I failed math, which in turn nearly cost me graduating. I had to take Saturday school and quit chorus to take an additional math course to meet the credits. Registration for Saturday school was a nightmare in itself. The line wrapped around the entire school and the teacher and principals there doing crowd control informed us that there may not be enough sections to admit all these students. There were students and parents there the night before who weren't able to register because the school was closing, but they received numbers. I almost had a panic attack on the spot, because this showed me how much I really screwed up. My dad and some other parents joined in arguing with the principals about how this is crap and that you can't turn us all away. This little Hispanic woman came to me in the middle of the chaos and grabbed my arm. She assumed I was Spanish and started speaking to me in Spanish. I told her that I wasn't and my dad saw what was going on and walked over to confront her. She pulled me closer to her and I gave her a confused look. She told my dad to go tell the principal that we were here the night before and never received a number. My dad in turn told another mother. This little Hispanic woman held on to my arm and told me that everything will be fine. When it was time to register for classes for those who had the numbers, I realized that this woman helped me cut to the front of the line. We were called over shortly after she went ahead to register for English classes for herself, and she came back to check and see if I got the class I needed. Walking down the halls towards the parking lot, I kept muttering "Thank you, God!" I sat in the car in disbelief as my dad went on about how lucky I was that the lady came around. All I could say was that she was an angel sent by God. My dad then asked me, "now do you believe?!" I was in church that following Sunday. I don't remember what she looks like, except for that she was shorter than I was. I never knew her name, but I can't thank her enough for what she did for me. She really was an angel sent by God! If Job can endure such hardship that he did and never lose his faith, then so can I. All that talk about religion made me want to read the bible, so I went out and got one today haha! Isaac made a good point about reading it though, "don't look at it as a chore, if you like to read look at it as a regular book."

As far as my relationship situation goes, I told Isaac that I will just take things in stride. If it's meant to be, it's meant to be. I found myself watching (500) Days of Summer again, and I feel like it does describe my romantic shenanigans that I get myself into. There is such thing as true love and destiny, only the person you believe you're destined to be with could be the wrong person. When the right person does come around, you just know. Although I am still in denial that my dad knew anything about my past situation, my dad is right when he tells me that "the right guy is out there, you just haven't found him yet." The wait just sucks, but I know it'll be worth while when the time finally comes.

I told Isaac about how his "drop the vase" tactic inspired me to create a new project involving smashing plates. It'll be therapeutic and artistic. At least this will subdue my urge to want to smash anything for a while.

Given the fact that it is a new year and a new decade, I wanted a new look to go along with my new persona this year. I cut my hair. I would say that I cut off about a good 12-13 inches. About 5-6 inches that was first cut off is going to be donated towards locks for love. I was really thrilled about that when the stylist asked me if it was okay that she do that. I was in desperate need of a haircut in the first place, and as much as I'll miss my long, long hair, it'll grow back. It's a new year which calls for a new hairstyle.

I have a lot to think about this semester and this year. I need to constantly re-evaluate my situation and the people around me before I get dragged into another issue again. If I feel frustrated I have a lot of people I can talk to, most of them is family. I always need to remember to "drop the vase" every now and again. As much as I really dislike this band, I feel the need to quote Fall Out Boy in this closing statement,

"One night and one more time, thanks for the memories even if they weren't so great..."

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Dear Professor Lietz,

You're AWESOME! Just thought I'd let you know.

Sincerely,
Me



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I went to MC to figure out the situation that is keeping me from getting my AA. The waiting room was packed as always, but Saalika was there so we talked until she was called. She just got back from the Czech Republic and told me all about it. Some of the things she told me reminded me of my trip to Germany. I found it interesting how she said the elderly view Democracy as anarchy over there. I had to wait for two hours, and this one professor walked over to check the list to call another student. He stopped briefly and was looking over my shoulder, watching me draw. He commented on how excellent my drawing is, and how he wished that he could be so steady. I observed him and every student he saw, and every student leaving his office was so happy. I made a last minute change to my sign in, and added his name as a preferable prof to see, otherwise I was going to get this one prof/counselor who clearly didn't want to be here by the tone of his voice. Prof Lietz called me after a long meeting with another student before me, and he said "oh la arrrrrtista! muy bien!" I couldn't help but laugh when he said that. We made small talk for a little bit, talked about how our day was so far and then we got down to business. I explained to him that I'm no longer a student MC, that I'm now at Towson. I told him that prior to my transfer I was told that if I don't complete the math course required to graduate at MC, I can take the math course at Towson and just have it transfer back. Rewind to Summer of '09: I had the same bitchy counselor both times I came to settle this, and she was arguing with me that I needed to take a math course lower than that required to graduate. Basically all I need is a Math 100+ level to get my AA. Bitchface told me that I have to take a Math 91 course, and then take MA116 or something along those lines. I told her what I was told before I transferred. Argue argue argue, I leave there pissed off. I tell my parents what's going on, and we all bitch and complain about how we spent all this money and all this time and they're denying me my AA. *Fast forward to now: after telling Lietz was I was told by Bitchface, he shakes his head and tells me that I don't need to take a Math 91 to get my AA. He explains that the requirement upon graduation for MC is that we take one math course at the 100 level or higher. I knew that, I've known that. I told him that I didn't understand why I was being told otherwise, and basically was being told that getting my AA was virtually impossible. He tells me that it is possible and that he's going to help me make it happen. I made sure to bring the Towson course catalog, and we scan the catalog and MC's Artsys database to see what will transfer between the schools. I have two course options, and I was instructed to keep in contact with him. Upon completion of that math course at Towson, I have to come back and see him and we'll fill out the graduation forms. So I have one class lined up for the Fall semester. This dude really made my day, though. He had such positive vibes about him and it made me forget about all the bullshit that was building up the past couple of days. All is well in the world of me.

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It's especially hard to stay positive when your own family is telling your cousin not to hang out with you because you are supposedly "using him." How is hanging out with my cousin in any way considered using him? Are we really back to this bullshit again? First it was because I'm a horrible influence on him, now it's because I'm using him. Yeah, okay...

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You know....it's kind of hard to stay positive when people won't take the hint and drop it! The man at the invisible vase store has a high tab waiting for me.

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With my new years resolution of NO NEGATIVITY, I've been really taking Isaac's advice to heart with the "drop the vase" thing. Dropping a proverbial vase is actually soothing, although I would like to smash a real vase for effect and rage. With that said, I threw a proverbial vase out my car window yesterday as I sped to work 20 minutes late. It felt great! It also inspired me for a new project that I did remember to write and sketch out this time. Note to self: go to Unique and buy cheap dishes.

For some reason I still feel like there's tension between some people and I regarding the events that took place around finals. While it's a new year and that is technically "last year", I feel like it is in my best interest, for my sanity, that I stay away this coming semester. My first semester at Towson was amazing because I didn't come around the music building as often as I did this past semester. I was out of the loop and had to play catch up, but at least my work didn't suffer. I'm only on campus two days a week, but it's for a full day. I'm there from 9:00 AM to 6:15 PM, possibly later if I do decided to take more film photos and venture to the dark room. I am going to try to make an effort to come on Fridays so I can sit in on the open drawing sessions. I really do need more art in my life, especially when it involves live people. I'm getting rusty at figure drawing, so I have a full semester's worth of opportunity. I don't need any more negativity in my life, and I've spent a lifetime trying to boost myself with positive vibes. I got a phone call, a voicemail, and a facebook message form *him* earlier and he still doesn't get why I hate him so much. He said that if I had the heart, I should forgive him. Well let me reiterate: DON'T PISS A FILIPINO OFF. There is no forgiveness, unless you're family, after you ruin someone's name. Even then with family it takes months, even years until forgiveness is issued. As the saying goes, "How can you expect to help others when you can't help yourself?" I'm tired of babysitting and playing therapist to those who won't take my advice. And now people secretly hate me. It's just a crazy assumption, but whatever. Positive....positive...while I was driving down Shady Grove Rd to pick up mom from work, that Destiny's Child song, "Survivor," was on the radio. The line that goes

"After of all of the darkness and sadness
Soon comes happiness
If I surround my self with positive things
I'll gain prosperity"

I couldn't help but smile to myself. I used to listen to that song non stop back in middle school. It's a sure fired sign that I need to stay away. I kept threatening that this past semester, and people kept convincing me that they're not all bad, or that I should come back to visit one specific person. I need to practice self control and if I could avoid the music building for one semester in the past, I can do it again. Plus I've neglected my Towson friends, and I need to spend more time with them. Tom is coming this semester and I haven't really hung out with him since high school. We could occasionally run into each other at MC, but he would always be running to class and couldn't talk. He's an art major as well and decided on Towson after realizing that MICA is demanding your first born with a contract written and signed with blood. Katie, Jamie and Erin are up there, although I don't know if I'll be seeing much of Erin and Tom, and possibly Katie since I won't be in the CFA at all this semester. I'm sure I'll be hanging out with Jamie a lot since the majority of my schedule consists of me lounging around the psych building for my classes.

I should be getting to bed. I have a hardcore cold and I can't breathe through my nose at all. I have to get up for church, do laundry, and go to work.

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This is late, but whatever. I had a lot to do and no time to do stuff I wanted.

2009 Recap Time!

Most of this will come to the best of my photographic knowledge. See, it's good to carry a camera with you wherever you go!

1. Random bowling nights

2. Being suckered/held against my will to read Harry Potter and found myself actually enjoying it. Also joining the ranks of those who stayed up for hours reading one book per day, only to find out that their eyes are burning from being dry.

3. Black Rock trips with Andrew and Daniela, and the disappointment of that sign that says "no swimming" above the water.

4. The banana competition between Daniela and Andrew.

5. INAUGURATION! Staying up for hours and killing time at Waffle House, the struggle in the metro, and spending 11 hours outside in the 20 degree weather.

6. Being reunited with Jenny and Judith in the inauguration crowd.

7. The Dawn bus.

8. My turn for a going away party.

9. First year at Towson. First half was good. The second is questionable.

10. My 23rd birthday that was supposed to be an impromptu tea party. Turned into a typical Filipino gathering with lots of food, and Hugo getting drunk off of cheap box wine.

11. Teddy bears vs. Gummi Bears

12. Living at Tommy's for a week and peacing out

13. Back in the knee brace after twisting it

14. Harry Potter inside jokes

15. Random bumper sticker photos in the Union garage

16. tag yourself photos mostly consisting of those "Little Miss Sunshine" characters

17. Year of Harry Potter and Twilight

18. Zoo trip

19. MC concerts

20. Discovery of the Enchanted Forest

21. bug attacks at Joyce's house. Good bug repellent= hairspray

22. Waffle House trips and Jimmie Cone

23. Knitting Harry Potter scarves

24. The miracle that was my parents wanting to do a DC day trip

25. C&O Canal and pissing off those redneck campers

26. Bailing out on Carla's house party with Ava, Claire, and Will, and traveling to DC. We almost got arrested in the process for trespassing on National Park grounds after hours.

27. Finally beating that stupid peg game at Cracker Barrel!

28. NYC!

29. Late night walmart trips

30. Tinted Windows at the Black Cat!

31. Traditional fair trip

32. The creation of Fat Assery nights after the first day of class during the fall semester

33. More DC trips

34. Photo booths

35. Art Museums

36. Rocky Horror and excessive Time Warp dances

37. Finally doing pumpkin carving after how many years of talking

38. First Halloween in College Park, nothing special like all CP parties.

39. David winning the costume contest while dressed as a banana at the shadow casting of Rocky Horror.

40. The Office. Especially Jim and Pam.

41. Heart to hearts

42. First ever relationship type problems

43. Friendship bullshit

44. Ambushing Josh on his birthday

45. Jackson Pollock cake!

46. Jackson Pollock Poinsettias!

47. Megan's 21st in Adams Morgan (finally!)

48. Turtle's "royal" birthday hahaha!

49. SNOW!

50. Third Annual Christmahanukwanzika dinner