a new radical review
FB took over the LJ.
past entries are old diaries to read in bed at 2am. reread again -
"oh my god i remember that! da fuckkk".
but fuck it's fun to reread life in review, so we'll see how this goes. i'll give it a one:two shot.
and this was always the most fun. pictchas, obvi.
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11 STONE KILLAS.
staring: my suities (JCO-the VAG-NIC -samIE)
and then they came: alpha omicron pi. MY AOIIs
and we play party. giddy girly. celebrate silly. and host parties, such as "what the fuck are you not wearing?!"
home away from home. beta sigma beta.
home to my bestest friend: jason.
the glory days.
"best student section in the country. greatest place on earth" - ESPN.
sometimes we play too hard with what began as a broken toe and ended in a fractured ankle.
long distance love --
we can do.
love grows. i grew to love ju
one crazy mother toooter.
we learned how to celebrate tremendous holidays - including, but certainly not limited to, saint patricks day.
those festive nights introduced: sam-bam-me the show-stopping-singer.
even if the party never left the room.
it was never legal.
it was always spirited.
we saved lives. raised money for kids with cancer. $4.21 million.
sometimes it got dirty. (MS paint by jason gootz)
this happened.
that happened.
and it was fucking great.
and as of that, i'm 19, back at 617 in the 610. bring on another beat summer of 06.