December 29, 2004

  • If you read this:

    you must post a memory of me.
    it can be anything you want,
    it can be good or bad,
    just so long as it happened.
    then post this to your journal.
    see what people remember about you…

Comments (11)

  • Well there was that time with the gas can….haha well that’s all I can think of at the second.-Dave

  • my fondest memory of you is when you needed a photographer for an interview you had with the 87 year old man! Remember when we went over there and he answered the door in nothing but a towel???? Damn, you almost died with shock that day…..but at least we got a free dinner at Paesanos from it…lol…damn!

  • Well all of your memories of me of course, you always coming to mine and saras room before any function or event, using your flip cards to study for our NM test, making our first SET groups those same study cards, midnight matinee, being the first group for “this”, one certain night in jill and christa’s room and u asking me a VERY important question, wearing your ring so they woulnt think it was you during the candle light, you being so ecited about taking your lil and me almost messing it up when all  three of us went shopping, visiting u when u moved back in and your step dad being there, man there are so many but ill have to stop now. love u bunches my Jenn!! FOCUS is our goal!!

    Love ALWAYS in AOT,

    “E”

  • i’ll pick the oldest one i can strum up. we were studying for a bridges final with mark and some other people in the new pride lobby. that stupid bachelor/bachelorette wedding was on. i think you were working too. so between all that we were trying to answer his questions and waiting on terrance and nikki to come back with photocopies of all our answers to the review. so we’re watching the idiots on tv get married and i remember i felt really at ease once you started making fun of them too. i wasn’t sure how offended you were going to get if i made a mockery of their everlasting union (puh-lease). a good memory of bridges and laughing at the misfortune of others! yay!

    oh, then of course there is the amazing and wonderful olive garden waiter incident.

    -anne

  • hmmm, i can remember the first time i met you about a year 3 months ago at the bonfire where i think you met alex for the very first time.  All i know i was out there at the bonfire for like ever!! and it was night and a whole bunch of brothers were there chillin eating smores smelling like smoke…hmmm let me see if i can come up with another one oh yea helping alex move to the 8th floor, =-( mad me help evil woman, you are and who is going to help me move in or out, none… =*-(

  • My favorite memory is the night of your initiation.  I gave you your stone before everything started and by the time everything was finished, I was in tears bc I knew I would love you forever, and I will!!!

  • Guess what everybody. ITS MY TURN. yeah i have a few but i am only to do this……*hits finger back and forth as if it has no bone*

  • Goodness, where to start… Finding that we shared sarcasm in common… making fun of people… just talking with you in your apartment at new pride… gosh, i could go on and on and on and on…. but i won’t! I love you, Crumpet! Oooo… here’s another one: All the leaves are brown, and the skies are grey (and the skies are grey). California Dreamin’ (California Dreamin’), on a winter’s day (on a winter’s day)… AOT Katie

  • How bout this when we were both back in the ville having troubles with our boyfriends and went and walked and talked at leclare park bout it……troubles that always end up good.

  • you took all of us to walmart and brandi and i kept getting in trouble for playing with the little kid toys. no matter what we did to make you mad, jen you were always there for us and always fun to be around!

    katie

  • Let’s see best memories are no cussing game was interesting, all those times we just sat there and talked, and the day that you were offiicially my little sis was the greastest day! Love You

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