Derrik Eacho turned 19 last night... The party was great, although from what I understnad I left before the rendition of Gangsta's Paradise, which makes me sad in ways I can't even describe.
BREAKING NEWS:
The Texas State community can breathe a collective sigh of relief, after a torturous month of January in which it was (falsely) believed that Marissa Pantelloniayaaq had, by some modern day Casanova, been whisked away from the clutches of The Showcase. It turns out the allegations were a fluke, as the young gentlemen's lips missed their mark, falling upon the margins of her mouth, thus failing to constitute a kiss. The Showcase, for those of you who live in the real world, is a rather exclusive club that has but one requirement: you must not have kissed anyone. Ever.
Second only to the Showcase is the DLC, which stands for Dusty Lips Club. The critical distinction here is that this is for people who have not kissed anyone in the past 6 months. This group is much larger it seems. Hmm.
But back to Marissa: What does this mean? Well the implications are staggering. Personally, I woke up this morning to begin the laborious task of cutting off the black wreaths that I began fashioning around the trees lining the Blanco River back in mid-January, the time when I heard the devastating news. The question for us guys shifts from "How will I ever get out of this depression?" and returns to "Could I somehow, someway, be the one?" Indeed, it's an exciting time.
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I'm sorry. I just love this picture...
I've been meaning to post this one for a while (since New Years!)... Sorry for neglecting you Amanda...
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