hi people who read this.

sorry i haven't updated. i don't know why i am now. i guess i feel nostalgic. it is the end of my first year of college, after all. about that...

i've learned and grown so much as a person. yeah, "oh my god, how cliche." yeah, well, shut the fuck up, because if you've been through it, you know what i'm talking about. and if you haven't, then you'll see. i have amazing friends and hallmates, and i know without them, i wouldn't have had as good of a time as i've had here in irvine. a few days ago, we randomly commemorated our time here by writing on emily's wall.  i'll reproduce them here, for my enjoyment, because you'll never know...cue evil laugh.

closet door dancing. slore. oh, angie. at least you picked a good one. ONS. AAAAAAAHHH. fucking braid. oh look, a tour! was that a g-major "haha"? my tit's gonna rot off!" go eat your checkers. shitfuckdamnasscunt. catch me some dreams with your earrings. whooooo! what, do you think her breasts naturally defy gravity? em: what's this thing on my door that says, "ladies of the ta"? me: theta? ladies of theta? have you ever been to the moon? i wonder if this is what rainbows really taste like? have you seen ____? me: have you ever heard of the super friends. em: you mean other than us? fucking twins/man whores unite! when i eat vegetables, i pretend that i am a giraffe. remember when i said i felt like i had broccoli in my nose...? NGing. angie, how do you spell _____?  to reading! campfire song: i was living in a cave.... did you fanish the malibu? ...the end. dr. pepper. em: stop snortring. you're turning into a pig. me: maybe i should go to cal poly so they can stick their hands up my ass. do they grow their own raisins too? cherry-popping fun. the floor is growling at me.

i love otero. i will miss you guys so much.