Farewell 311...

So, as the sentimental sap that I am, with just under 12 hours until my last exam of my second year, I'm tearing up over saying goodbye to people that have already left. Oh, you read it right. Jenn left this morning. I'm positive that Brenda will sneak in and out for the last time while I toil with North American immigration policies. I said goodbye to Carmen already, but plan on harassing her some more tomorrow. She ain't the only one...Of course, that brings us to our tribute to the roomies:

Well, my loves, here's some highlights from the last 8 months together:

• Sidekicks. Best invention ever.
• Touch football. What do you mean the coach is subbing for the quarterback? We don't even have a full team! You run with the ball, and I'll distract them.
• Jenn's birthday. Big plans gone mad and the interpretive dance care of Brenda, with strobe lights no less.
• The Christmas decorations. We totally needed that fireplace, and the sock would have been a nice touch. An afternoon well spent if I only say so myself. And generally, even Brenda didn't fully appreciate my creative genius in this one.
  
• Wendy's midday. Because our late nights are spent in front of the tv.
• Kitchen hopscotch. Writing on the tile seemed like the logical next move. However, writing on the fridge and screaming about a little but of Vim on your finger tip was not.
• Jenn and Carmen plan all kinds of trouble during the wee hours of the morning.
• Brenda goes to see some random concert. Upon returning she says, "How was your night?" and Erin and Jenn tell her about near death in the stairwell, the guy with the orange hat, forgotten names, lost but not lost keys, peanut butter, oranges and my favourite line of all: "I have no idea what you're talking about."
• Brenda takes Erin to boxfit. Erin starts doing the twist because she has no idea what is happening.
• The groundhogs. How could we all be watching them from our rooms at the same time? You know it happened at least once. Spooky.
• Hostile Wednesdays. The way you knew when they were coming, and stayed out of my way.
• Online games. Not to mention the competition surrounding them. Oops.

Oh, and there's more. But it's late and I am sleepy. Have fun in Essex without me next year; if that's even possible! Now I'm down in all my fears but I ain't crying no tears, over you...Mostly because I'll see you all soon.