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It's been a long time since I've seen a meme I liked [Jul. 13th, 2005|03:22 pm]
But here it is. Go nuts.

Remember me:
If you read this, you must post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want,
Good or bad- just so long as it happened.
Then post this to your journal.
See what people remember about you.

[User Picture]From: chuzhuzhe
2005-07-13 01:57 pm (UTC)
This isn't a specific memory, but I remember the times you would say something totally sketchy and it would be so out of character I would laugh like crazy.
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[User Picture]From: suburbaknght
2005-07-13 03:31 pm (UTC)
Housing comittee. While I disagreed with a lot of the ways you ran stuff as president, it was one of the best ways I've seen housing dealt with and greatly impressed me with your leadership and organizational skills.
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[User Picture]From: gentlest_sin
2005-07-13 04:12 pm (UTC)
game talk in your room for hours; one of the first times I'd had more than 10 minutes interaction with you.
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[User Picture]From: lady_fox
2005-07-13 08:34 pm (UTC)
Sitting on your bed cuddling and talking about stuff... then not talking much. And then you getting up and cleaning.
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From: thegelf
2005-07-13 08:41 pm (UTC)
FYI week two years ago when you played the security guy in Ian's Toreador vampire pickup for us freshmen who'd never gamed before. And then you stood up, and I could not believe how tall you were.
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[User Picture]From: kate_the_bear
2005-07-13 08:51 pm (UTC)
nathan's room in bushnell, his bean bag chair at the time, you bopping my nose.
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[User Picture]From: lerite
2005-07-13 11:34 pm (UTC)
You threw a shirt over my head.
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[User Picture]From: darkskywatcher
2005-07-15 03:22 pm (UTC)
I don't remember this for the life of me. Explain?
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[User Picture]From: lerite
2005-07-15 08:46 pm (UTC)
I was in full-blown eep-style freak out (the kind where I behave, roughly, like a cat who's had too much catnip). I dunno why (probably didn't even at the time). I wandered up to your door. You were putting away clean laundry. You threw a shirt over my head, and it fixed the freaking out. This moment has become my definition of one kind of comfort.
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