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Thursday, December 13, 2001 ( 5:33 AM ) shut up christine It was really late, and cold, and scary….but Christine had to walk back to Brisa by herself after studying for hours and hours at the library, because, well, we all know how studious Christine is (suuuuuuure, whatever you say). Hey, this is my story! MINE! Get outta here and stop making comments in parenthesis. (ok, ok…sheesh…SOMEONE is on her rag psshh) Damn alter egos…where was I? Oh yes...so Christine was walking home all by her lonesome self when a chill down her back made the hairs on her neck stand straight up. *crunch crunch crunch* Christine stopped dead in her tracks. “Who’s there? Show yourself!” *Complete silence except for the rustling of discarded frat party flyers being blown by the wind* “What the….it’s nothing. Calm yourself, Christine.” She continued walking but at a faster pace. *crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch crunch* She stopped again and slowly turned around…..*crrrruuuuuunchhh* “Oh, haha, I had a crumpled piece of paper stuck to my shoe. Silly me. Phew, I thought someone was follo….GASP!” In the few seconds spent peeling the paper off the bottom of her shoe, a ring of rabbits had gathered around her - their cold, beady eyes staring deep into her soul. Christine fainted. At the precise moment her head hit the pavement, her life for the past 3 months flashed before her. *Move-in day; countless games of mafia in the living room; meals on the grass; my first foam dance; a new movie every night; trips to cha for tea when Craig and Charlie used to come; running back to Brisa that one night because I laughed so hard and almost peed my pants; a deep, late night talk with Phil, Eileen, Jeff, Joe, and Flo when I barely even knew you; “It’s a secret”; Peter singing Blink one hundred eighty-two; taking up four tables at the commons; “oops I dropped my chapstick”; clown walking; baking; taping notes to the kitchen sink wall; hear hear!; running thru the sprinklers; ice cream night; Only in Dreams; sequined headbands; dorm hopping; dirty sanchez and hot lunch; MCC meetings; “Shit! These dorms smell like shit!”; sleepovers almost every night; ghost stories; Ikea; pad pranks; being kidnapped by the boneyard; “Mark is naked!”; watching music videos on jess’s computer; decorating white boards; my boobs don’t have any feeling; Haunt the Halls; Knott’s Scary Farm; put yo hands up in the air; “My fish are dead!”; Search for Peter the Anteater toilet paper accessories; BGAAAA!; long talks at the commons; dance party in Flo and Mel’s room; Bohemian Rhapsody; AIM; “I throw my tomato at you”; “Christine, no talking or moving for 5 minutes” –Quyen; kettle corn; Instant Ramen; thongs outside pants; fixing misunderstandings; Taylor; Del Taco; “I wonder what turtles look like without their shells” –Tracy (and other thought provoking questions); karaoke with Joe; masking tape; guitar night; Baskin Robbins; “We could throw marshmallows at their windows”-Flo; humming the national anthem; guys are bastards; Benihana; Weezer; playtime at 12; therapeutic conversations; hamster dance; skipping thru MC at 3am; Lago; feeding rabbits; playing at the UCI bookstore; rolling down hills; streaking; making t-shirts; clogged toilets; lying in Aldrich Park, wishing on shooting stars, and then picking out a star for each of us.* When Christine woke up from her mini-coma, she saw 6 familiar faces smiling down at her. “Jessica…Eileen…Flo….Mel…Tracy… Quyen? What are you guys doing here?” “We were worried about you…you didn’t come back last night.” “Aww, you guys came to look for me?” Christine was on the verge of tears. “Of course,” they replied. “That’s what friends are for.” Christine was both thankful and blessed to have met 6 such wonderful people these last few months. They helped her to her feet, brushed her off, and walked back to Brisa together….. and Christine was so happy. The end. #
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