FCP

one of the reasons that i love taking photos so much is because i can look back at them years later and still remember almost the exact moment the photo was taken (...or in some cases, the photos piece together the memories that my brain didn't form that night, but that's another story) and yes, i know i break a lot of cameras (my current digicam is my 4th since college began...) but i think bringing a camera out at night is a risk i must take.

soooo i decided to go back and post my favorite college photos (FCP for short), and share their stories. as our graduation date creeps closer and closer, i can't help but realize how much i love this town that has become my home, and these friends that have become my family (incredibly cheesy, but so true)
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this one was taken on the very first night in town. i had just met my suitemates, brooke and caroline, and i could tell we would have an eventful year. typical of all new freshman, we went out roaming the streets of champaign in a giant freshman herd. [side note: how painfully obvious did we make it known to the rest of campus that we were freshman? who else travels in groups of 50, gets lost on 4th and chalmers, and convenes with other packs of freshman on corners to figure out a game plan?]

after the usual round of frat parties, it starts pouring. at this point, we are wasted. these were the glorious days of drinking 4 beers and being completely shitfaced. those were some of the best drunks of our lives, no? so carefree, so inhibition-less... anyway, caroline stumbles up to this random guy walking down the street and says "let me feel your abs" or something to that extent. one thing leads to another, and all of a sudden, she is making out with him on top of some bushes. meanwhile, brooke and i are taking extremely flattering pictures of ourselves (and of the steamy makeout session, but i'm sure she doesn't want those published online) :


((it really was POURING))

after caroline and random dude seperate, we follow our beer-thirsty mouths to a random apartment party. we barge in, completely soaked, and pretty much stop the party with our loud, wet, freshman-selves. after locking ourselves in the bathroom to dry off and laugh at how obnoxious we are being, we go out, have a drink, and excuse ourselves before the host kicks us out.

the end