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I am old

My oldest just got accepted to BYU, and will be attending summer term. She'll be majoring in Chemistry, and hopes to get into Helaman Halls. Can't believe it's been 23 years since I left Helaman Halls myself. And since Hinckley Hall is now a women's dorm, there's even a chance she could follow in my footsteps. Of course, I don't think she'll be hanging out with people like I did, such as the football player (a transfer to BYU) who liked to urinate in the snow in broad daylight and occasionally defecate in the shower early mornings. To each their own...

Is there still some arcane rule about how athlete transfers have to live in the dorms at least one semester? What a bunch of nonsense that was.

Funniest Things Me and P Did in College

I'm sure Preston will have a slightly different list, but here's my take, no particular order:

1. Sent a burning toilet floating down the Provo river on a giant piece of industrial foam
2. Ran away from Jen Creer while she went to grab her coat or something
3. Dressed up in long johns and capes as the "Beet Gods" and stood on heating grates on campus to make our capes flap
4. Doing "Budge Runs," mostly by scooter. What made it funny was our consistency -- almost weekly for like 2.5 years 
5. Pillow fight. Was that funny, though? It was funny when it started, but less funny 1500 people and a lot of cops later...
6. Incredibly bad Missionary poetry, sent to a co-ed but dropped off at a friend's door by mistake, which we took, made into songs, performed live before an audience of friends, recorded, and sent back to the missionary for his listening pleasure (this one is for me, P, and Andy)
7. I seem to recall an adventure with a moldy bag of potatoes....
8. Set a stuffed monkey on fire, left it out in the snow in front of our apartment
9. Stapled Kirk's socks and underwear to the ceiling
10. Put a couple dozen staples into the crotch of P's underwear, which he didn't notice until he had put them on, and then "jumped" into his jeans. I think it drew blood...

Another Random Memory about Plastique

I always loved the paintings in Plastique, especially that big X painting behind the bar. Only after Plastique closed did I find out that one of my closest friends, Scott Allen, did all of the paintings in there (and was in a battle to try and get the big X back) and another friend, Randy Killen, helped design and install all of the lights in the club. And I think Randy didn't get paid, or something. There was some sort of scandal around the whole thing, if I recall. One of those "rich kid wants a club of his own, so dad pays for it, but it never actually makes any money" kind of deals.

I don't know why I didn't know that Scott and Randy had been involved until after the fact -- I interacted with both of them almost every day. Weird.

Alas, the best clubs burn bright and then are gone quickly. By Fall of 87, Plastique was no longer the "it" club, and the Ivy Tower -- with its different rooms pumping out different genres, was the new place to be. Sad.

Facebook Group for Helaman Halls 86/87

Yes kids, its true: we've created a group up on Facebook to start the gathering of folks who lived in Helaman Halls back in Fall 1986 to Winter 1987. Why? Because those were the golden years! Pillow fight, President (now Elder) Holland's fit over green industrial foam, nights at the Pie Pizzaria, lame Survivor concerts (who ever thought these white leather-bound bozos could ever fill the Marriott Center?), and countless Budge runs.

We're wondering what happened to everyone? Who hitchhiked down to Guatemala and then dropped out of school? Who is now working as a chiropractor in lovely downtown Orem? Who moved to Portland and won't return the phone calls of past roommates who thought they were good friends and THOUGHT they had left on good terms but just can't understand...and your parents don't understand why you're not returning calls either? Not that I have anyone specific in mind...

If you were part of the freshman year mayhem, please join.

A vicious 20 year cycle

So I have an update to the glorious P and C saga.  We now live 30 minutes from each in some odd karma twist.  Okay maybe not, Crisp submitted my resume to Microsoft and I got a job there.  HOwever, it is still a little odd that the paths still remain in tack, bleck