"Hey, Remember that Time?"

I've been thinking about the past a lot lately. Specifically, I've been remembering the last few years. Won't you remember along with me?

Hey, remember that time when...
My bathroom was bigger than my bedroom and was a known gathering place for the apartment?
I wanted to date a guy that looked like a creature from Middle Earth?
I played in the reflection pool by the MOA in the rain on a late Sunday evening?
I tripped putting my fat shorts on and fell to the ground in a loud thud with my pants around my ankles?
Alone, one weekend my first semester, I went to the International Cinema for an Asian movie they didn't have Clearplay for and it paused on the naked Asian girl?
I accidentally flooded the bathroom in Merrill that led to a flood on the entire floor that we got to clean up with the WetVac?
I went skinny dipping for the first time and realized what it was like to be completely free and naked in the water?
I punched a girl in the face during a waterpolo game because she kept me from getting the ball and I knocked her tooth out?
We drove all the way to Sandy to watch the best movie ever?
We drove all the way to Ogden and dodged a bunch of red tape to get me a legal ID card?
We would watch episodes of Arrested Development in the Tanner Building?
I fell down the stairs in front of the Cannon Center with my home teacher standing right next to me?
That boy called me Jessica Smith, because Smith was his last name, and I always called him by his first and last name, and it was awkward because he was really cute and we couldn't really figure out why he tacked his last name onto my first?
I told you not to look at me in the morning because my tank tops were too big and my boob might occassionally fall out and I didn't want you to see my nipple?
I wore two different shoes out to the mall because I was trying to lie to Marie?
I thought there had been an attack in my apartment because there was "blood" on the door jamb, and really Rebecca just had a fake gun shot wound to the face?
I was told that you had the perfect guy for me... a 19 year old Jewish boy... when I was 21?
I tried to seduce young men with my macaroni and cheese or cupcakes with homemade frosting?
I insisted on getting the broken plate back from apartment 41?
I saw your tuft?

Anyway... I just thought you might enjoy remembering with me.