Blast from the past

I was talking to Phil tonight and out of nowhere he told me he found a bunch of pictures from first year undergrad. There they are. Note how I look exactly the same. Maybe I should cut all my hair off again. The girl in the upper right hand corner is Agatha, my roomate. We won a lot of euchre tournaments together, which was funny because I am not sure that she ever learned the rules and while I love euchre, and I am not really that great.

We managed to piece together how we became friends, and both arrived at the same conclusion - I bullied him into it. Phil remembered that I had ended up being in the same lab group as he and his roomate because I showed up for our first lab class exceptionally late. I remembered that I spent the first three weeks staring across the lab bench at he and his roomate. While his roomate turned many shades of red, Phil stared very determindly at the floor. Then we had to do this ass project together, and for the first day or two Phil refused to hand over his phone number so we could plan it out - he took my icq contact and that was that. Finally I grabbed him in the hall after the lab and informed him that I would be coming to his res room that evening to get the project done, and so he had better tell me where he lived - he did. We got the project out of the way and he came back to my rez to watch CKY2k with me, and we were friends from thereon in. Phil is one of the few people I still talk to from undergrad, and this year for my birthday he gave me my most favorite present - a skate-sticker-covered exam chair from the Mac physical plant.

The cat loves Phil - Phil stayed here at the beginning of September and the cat slept with him. Phil left early in the morning so he left a note instead of waking us up. The cat was lying very protectively on the note when I woke up and he stayed there for so long I had to take a photo because it was weird.