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The fact that I’ve deleted 8 potential 1^st liners to this prompt should prove that my irregular heartbeat isn’t just a result from the typical run up to my third floor apartment. My soul is drenched with more thoughts than Shakespeare’s brain on a lemonade flavored Rockstar. Writing may appear to be this magical “outlet” for the constant pile of words in my head, but surprise, surprise, I learned to create exaggerated metaphors as a people-pleaser trick—a sick disease I acquired as a kid. The experiences I’ve had this year should extend this list by feet and miles, but I owe it to my future self to write some things down.

2012-2013: Full of Nonsensical, Self-improving, Unrivaled Happenings of a (insert a cliché synonym for “Wonderful”) Freshman Year

—A list—

Finding my favorite view on Oak Canyon Rd.

Taking tests past 7:36 p.m.—those city lights.

Prank war—leaving maxi-pad residue on the boy’s door.

Batman snuggles.

When Walker said he loved his friends over the pulpit during his Farewell talk.

Park city trip.

Camping trip—campfire.

The Awful Waffle concert and grocery shopping night.

Straight week of working on an Advertising campaign for 8+ hours a day—the friendships were worth more than the project.

Going to October’s General Conference.

All of New Electric Sound concerts.

Weeks spent with family during my Grandmother’s hospital time and funeral.

RS dinner with the Corrnish’s.

The sinful craving for Pistachio Ice-cream.

FHE  (cough, cough) Bachelor Monday

4 months of debating a mission.

Goodbye to fake independence and saying “yolo” every few minutes.