Page 6 a ** To Bela eu amorte Vasco J.T.: Happy Valentine's Dayl Congrats on New York! Love, J.B. To the Torch- Keep that flame burningl From your cuddlebugl To Desmond: I love the wey you Br|fln G . REBOUND! mti a mo nsterguy, -Secret Admirer 1 l ot . B n y away togetherl Love, Flazbag To Jenny Caffrey: You light up my life. -Kim To the Haram: Jennifer, Jessica, Kerry, Christy, Christine, Rosanne, Carrie,Veronica, Red-Tall Jennifer, Connie, Sue, Squeaky, & Julie. Love ya all! JB&Z To the Rat Club, Hey Louzer! . y ° u Is she pregnant yet? Love, She-ra Luv, the Louzers To Fred Anderson: We love and adore youl -WPSE Kids Hey baby wanna wrestle, Love your man, Bryan Much love to Rox, you got mass appeal, Peace To Josh Entin: Amy & the triple C's love you. Tigger: I didn't forget the 19th I I Love Youl Jennifer Valentine's Day I love my Theta Phi Alpha sisters! Luv, Sheila Mark & Fred; try harder, you may still get that 4.00. - PB & J Happy V- Day! Rizzo May I give laughter and love to all. Foster Brooks Big shout out to: Niki, Derrice & Kanova, Love ya! Kisses Jessica: I miss my bed falling too! Love ya ROOMIE! To number 22. Good luck this upcoming seasonl For my Woobie, My Valentine’s always, Snoopy To the entire Collegian: Smile :-) you’re doing GREAT! Jen & Holly :- ; ' v - I think Cupid shot me Remember those Garfield valentines you sent that special someone in second grade? Yes, it's that special time of year again when Cupid has his way with you. Unfortunately, it's never been that way for my friends or I. Actually, I think Cupid gets a kick out of this time of year. Every year, my wish is for "Mr. Right" to magically show up on my doorstep with a dozen red roses. And every year, it's the same old thing, NOTHING! I usually find myself on my couch eating brownies and watching the movie "Say Anything” with my best friend while complaining about every peat man I've ever met. Needless to say, we're quiet Not a whole lot to say between two depressed, chocolate eating females on Valentines Day. I don't want to even discuss elementary school; it was depressing. I always seemed to send the wrong valentine to the wrong person. And my valentines always seemed to be from the guy who ate grasshoppers during recess. Let's begin with Dave. Young, alone, scared and obsessed (with the idea that he would be the perfect boyfriend). His target? Me. How long did it last you say? He harassed me for two years of my life. He even sent me an eight page love letter (of which 1 still have • hopeless romantic), a stuffed horse three feet tall with pure leather hooves and a {nice tag still attached. Guilt was his motive. But it didn't work. Then there was Mike, my chemistry lab partner. After several occasions of trying to catch my hair on fire and periodical chemical spills directed toward my limbs, he finally To Mother Mentch: We love you Mommy. -The WPSE kids. Thursday, February 9,1995 This led to popping the question: "Will you go to the prom with me?" Believe it or not, I fell for it "Yes." - Insert batting eyes and blushing cheeks here. It was a night to remember (or forget). We rented a limo that held four, of which Mike and I were the fifth and sixth. Due to the limited space, I had two choices: Mike's lap or the beloved floor. I chose the orange plush carpet which surrounded the TV and bar (I think I still have marks). He didn't dance; in fact he spent the entire evening on the roof of the ferry listening to the Stanley Cup Penguins play-offs (they won by the way). The problem wasn't that I didn't want to listen to the game. I did. The problem was that it was SO degrees out, I was in a prom dress, and Mike's half price rental jacket did not provide enough coverage. After shoving my hands into the pockets of the jacket, I discovered the rest of the deal the tux rental company had: One free condom with every rental. I hastily returned to the underside of the boat. Dateless most of the night, I spent the evening dancing with IT (from the Adam's Family), or at least that's what the hair his arms reminded me of. Oh well, at least he could dance. When fur ball and I were not gracing the floor with our presence, I djd get my money's worth on the buffet (try the chocolate, youll love it). After all of that, the evening ended early because Mike could not think of anything to do. Every girl's worst nightmare climaxed on my front porch at 2:30 in the morning when I was dropped off without even a kiss. Over, finis, no more. Now he's ' neighbor (or Happy Valentina's Day to the brothers of Kappa Delta Rho fraternltyl Love, your sweetheart. Happy Birthday Danael We love youl -From 103 Tiffany in the eye Thursday, Februai the butt of all the jokes or late Friday nights at college over pizza and old issues ( "Say Anything"). The cliche summer roi before college was Tom. A he was goal-oriented. 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