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What. What. Insane. I'm pretty sure Will's Reno 911 costume won first place at Club 216, and Nicole's rendition of Drama Queen was appreciated and amazingly fitting given the night's events. It is really hard to piece together a timeline when you have two 1-2ams. Ok did I send you that text at the first 1:24am or the second? Where am I? LP and I wandered around downtown, both holding our GPSes, and yet neither being capable of finding the way back to the Corner. I left a flamingo at Club 216, and I handed out candy pills to at least 35 people. I'm not sure where my teapot is. I ate an absurd amount of motz sticks and chicken fingers. I had two nights out, one that started at 5pm and a second that started at 1:57am (the second 1:57am) and involved me saving people while wearing a full DHA sweatsuit. Big win, though I do believe Halloween was the one and only winner on Saturday night... not us.

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Took advantage of the reading day by, well, doing nothing. Nicole, Meg, and I prepped for Halloween, switching from Lady Gaga to a Drama Queen, and I had dinner with two entrepreneurially-minded women at Bang downtown. I remembered how much I like Michaels and arts and crafts. Murray... we can 100% get a business going that just involves us doing arts and crafts and playing pranks on people for the rest of our lives. We need to follow Raul's advice and go work for the Onion.

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TNDC at Biltmore. Stumbled upon both a large foam Captain Morgan's hat and a late night HTH.

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Bucky was asked to bring a gong to class so that the professor could be alerted when time was up. Luckily there is a website where one can purchase gongs, or "dongs" as B accidentally called it in class.

Quote of the day:
BS: Wow, you smell delicious.
Me: Thanks!
BS: Wait, I mean you smell nice.
Me: Umm ok...
BS: Sorry, I want to start practicing work appropriate compliments. I don't think it will go over well when I tell my coworker she smells delicious.

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The view of a fantastic sunset on a long drive around Charlottesville. The leaves are hitting their peak this week, and it's been all I can do to keep myself from being outside every second of the day.

Quote of the day:
NS: Is there a drug on the market that erases memories?
CS: Um, it's called a roofie.
MK: We should start taking them now.

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Yes, these are purple potatoes... outside school. What? I think someone was stacking them in preparation to roll them down the hall at unsuspecting victims. They sort of look like they're peddling for change outside of the PepsiCo forum.

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LT19 reunion at the all you can eat buffet at East Garden! Nothing beats $10 worth of as much General Tso's chicken and spring rolls as one can eat.

Congratulations Austin and Katie!!!!! Lots of exciting news from this weekend.

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This weekend surprised me by being... well, the best weekend EVER. Pink party was good start... quite frankly any night that ends up with me saving the Texan from the oblivion ("please come get me... I'm sitting cross-legged alone at the corner of Sunset Ave. and Jefferson Ridge and I have no cell service") is bound to be a night full of adventures. Saturday turned into the most productive day Nicki and I had had in a long time... and also didn't involve changing out of sweatpants until 8pm, when we went for a 5 mile run and out for "just a glass of wine." One glass of wine turned into sweet potato bowling, chicken, White Spot (where we saw two undergrads fight each other, amazing), three of the nicest compliments I have ever received, dancing, dancing, dancing, and dancing. Best weekend ever.

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The beacons of political correctness and sensitivity at school. When I arrived, they shouted a mixture of incomprehensible Spanglish and actual spanish words that could have been learned in the international food section of the Harris Teeter like queso, adios, taco, and yo. As the sauza flowed like wine, the occasional curse words worked their way into the mix, fed to them by someone who actually knew what they were talking about. The Texan kept his mustache in the lip of his hat. Also (not) pictured was Patrick, who I assumed wasn't going to be in the picture because of his lack of Spanish attire, but who in fact posed and thought he would be included (see his shirt on the left). Sorry Paddy! This brief meeting led us up to the Pink Party, which as planned was a savage success. Happy Birthday, Dafina!

Also congratulations to the Beasleys!!

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A girls night of wine tasting! I took meticulous notes and then left my sheet at Rebecca's apartment. It was fun to be back in my old apartment! Rebecca has made it look much nicer than I ever did. Afterwards, we headed over to TNDC at St. Maartens, where I believe Neal has done all of their recent redecorating.

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Lunch at Padow's with Sean (Shawn according to this sandwich card), Friend, and Will. I spent the afternoon sending people random SomeECards and laughing to myself far more than is appropriate in class. We had our first evening class from 6-9 (well, it was my first since I had been at the U.S. soccer game the week before), and I cried I was laughing so hard. Sitting next to Joe Peds has been the greatest decision I've made this fall. Well, second greatest... the first greatest being the decision to get the guey brownie from Arch's yesterday.

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I'm not sure if you're aware, but we take softball kind of seriously here. This was taken right before the Texan actually attempted to kill Suhey.

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Received this picture text message from Kevin. I can only imagine how excited he was to have carved a pumpkin that enshrines this holy establishment (now complete with partially operational stripper pole). Also on the docket today was ordering my Halloween costume. Tis the season!

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My adorable new cousin (once removed? I don't know, stop asking me questions I am not well-read enough to answer)!! Emily might have the most well-behaved children on the planet. They are actually not children, but small adults with lisps. Also, how cruel is it that lisp is an onomatopoeia?

Website of the day: http://link.brightcove.com/services/player/bcpid1137883380?bctid=21337502001

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This might be my favorite picture of Brian of all time. I wasn't allowed to post it until he dominated at the Mustache Competition on Saturday night (obvi... I mean look at this outfit, it is absurd. Even more absurd is that each of these items was legitimately touted as viable daytime wear at Target, though granted some items were from the women's collection). Shopping for the costume with him was as close as I could get to being at the event... instead, I spent the weekend shooting the shiz with core four + extended family and chilling at the Holiday Inn. I love how my parents insist on eating any food that's free, even if it's the terrible buffet at Holiday Inn. ("It's the principle, Catherine.") Anna asked if the continental breakfast was actually a fried egg in a sealed envelope... to which my mom replied: No, it was worse.

On another no less important note, I downloaded an iPhone app that digitally changes your voice to sound like T-Pain. Sproulie: 1, Old Sproulie with the motorola chocolate that never impersonated a sweet rap artist: 0.

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Whoever thought golf was a good idea in the 45 degree weather and rain should be promptly shot. At least we improved our record to 5-0!

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Sutton?

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GOAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Brian, OSheeze, Mirms, and I went to DC for the night to watch the U.S. national soccer team DOMINATE (or... tie in the last minute, whatever) Costa Rica. I love that we celebrate tying a team with 1/20th of our population. Big win, U.S. Big win. We terrorized I-395, almost disgusted OSheeze out of the car with the new contents of two water bottles, made a disco dance party with an iPhone app, met some true DC United fans who I embarrassed myself and Brian in front of, and generally ignored the heavy rain. We were allowed on the field and, per usual, were almost kicked off for misuse of the "photo opportunities" before Mirms asked the event organizer for her walkie talkie channel.

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Trivia night at Mellow Mushroom led to a very late night of dancing at Bar Blackout. Sutton and I discussed getting Heelys to ride around campus. I'm actually really serious about it. We can't find any in his size though. What a really tough life I lead.

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A day spent hiking on the canal and the Potomac, visiting Gaga and talking about cupcakes, eating home cooked lamb and drinking wine, and watching Thursday's 1 hour Office for the 3rd time in as many days. I began reading horoscopes again. I have never been happier to relax at home!


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A day of touring and walking and enjoying DC. Here we are reflected in the Vietnam Memorial. We wandered around the nation's capital, ate delicious Belgian food and drank Belgian beer, and tucked in for an early bedtime.

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Nicki and I made the trip to DC! She had sheepishly admitted that she'd never seen the capital of the nation that had so viciously removed itself from her humble homeland, so we made her American dreams a reality. We did a four hour walk along the mall, dinner at Bratisserie Beck (with lots of Leffe!), and a late night tour of the Jefferson Memorial. It was quintessential Sproul.

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On a walk around town, Meg, Cros, and I found these two adorable dogs waiting for someone to come home. The rest of my day was spent taking exams and going for an 8+ mile run. It could have been a disaster of a day, but it was strangely cathartic.

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Exam week. And by week, I mean 24 hours. I have decided to study for and take my two exams in a 24 hour period of time in order to fully enjoy my time at home this weekend. To prepare for val, the Texan, LP, and I sat around, drank wine, and DCFed for two hours (after Patrick's and my 3 hour "romantic" dinner at Milan... romantic in quotes because he's Irish and romance is can sometimes be confused with drunkenness.), and then we watched TV for an hour and a half. I decided I want to marry Jim Halpert. Patrick drowned our noise out with his podcasts and joined in later when the TV came back on (Ultimate Fighting Champion had been on earlier).

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I had a surprise dinner at Michael's tonight with a good friend. We talked about omens, brie cheese, true love, and surprises. I only mentioned monkeys once, but I mentioned Malbec... well, more than that. I reminded myself of what matters to me and of what exists outside this tiny community. I went for a long night walk alone and philosophized about heros and safety and what makes good people do bad things. I thought about how I was happy that styrofoam packing pellets (the ones that looked like small bowls... haven't seen them since the 1980s) have gone away for the earth's sake but sad that they are no longer around to remind me of my dad's stories of Alvin and the Chipmunks wearing them as helmets. I actually heard myself think. I saw the continuum of perception that is reality and felt inspired by it. I got excited that I was in a place where I could hear cicadas, which reminded me of the day K.C. and I discovered that their eyes are red until they die (and turn black). I smiled as I pictured him opening his car door in Detroit and 7 DC cicadas from the infestation of 2004 falling out. I realized that in the hustle of having all my belongings stolen, my necklace from my trip to Belagio with Tara was stolen, which reminded me of the Tiffany's bracelet that had also been stolen, and the pearl earrings, and my heart hurt a little. Sometimes I am too sad about leaving good things behind and forget to get excited about good things I don't even know are coming. I am not good at change, and my mom takes every opportunity to remind me. I remembered that I had called Brian crying on the drive down 29 to DC last spring because I so badly didn't want to leave Charlottesville... but then within 4 days, I was deliriously happy with my-friend-Kelly in the city of lights and money and fabulous food. Then, as I opened the door to my sanctuary on Lewis Mountain Road, I reminded myself to show a little patience, and that life hadn't disappointed me with its surprises yet, no matter how hard I have held onto the blessings it has already given me.

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The Little Lebowski Urban Achievers were in full force tonight, ending on a win (1-2... obviously you can't win them all when you're bringing our skills to the table). This was just before LP dropped the ball when demonstrating her picture-perfect form. The DBL just keeps getting more fun! (The pizza stays the same... terrible.)

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The finale of ACL: Pearl Jam. The picture doesn't adequately capture how eerie the light was on the clouds and the full moon. The end of an amazing weekend - couldn't have asked for much more.

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By today, we began to approach musical saturation. Instead of heading over to Zilker Park early for a tumble in the mud, we hit up Lake Austin on the Tokyo Sunshine or whatever Neal's boat is called. You haven't really been on a boat until you've gone at top speed, flying pirate flags (that read "The beatings will continue until morale improves") and playing the theme to Top Gun on 4 digits worth of maritime speakers. As Neal would say... Win. That doesn't suck. And a few other things that I can't publish.

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I believe I ate 8 tacos in the span of 24 hours. We tried Taco C. late night, Taco Deli early morning (bookmarked in my phone as "Delicious taco place")... actually that might be it, but it was still a ton of tacos. I appreciated the personal note that the Diet Dr. Pepper wrote me when it had to let me down in its absence. We headed to a day at ACL and got rained on for about 6 hours straight. I had a child's sized poncho... really fit well. Suhey had on plaid (we're bringing it back!). Bucky kept not making the trip to a certain area of the complex. Brian just got flat out soaked. But it was incredible. Ended the night with one of the best sets I've ever heard Dave Matthews play.

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After a day of being shouldered with an inappropriate amount of early morning responsibility (to the detriment of our punctuality), we finally arrived in Austin to meet up with Lauren, the Texan, and Neal. Listened to Kings of Leon under the starry Texan sky. Chased Neal as he danced his way back to our Ford Mustang (upgrade optional and accepted with excitement) and remembered how much I liked having him around.

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Me and my two dates to the U2 concert! We hosted a bit of a pre-party at Casa Bonita on LMR and got after it. This did not bode well for my idiotic plans to wake up at 3:30...AM for a flight out of Richmond. Seriously? After U2? Either way, great start to a weekend of amazing music.

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