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To Bela
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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.
He was obsessed with dea
decided to join the army in
to become a mortician (he s
like the "fluid" they put in I
whatever).
He was so pitiful, he s
crying on the phone becai
was leaving for basic tn
(while I tried to quiet tl
people behind me with pop,
and twister).
I never went out with hi
was scary. I even ha<
brothers make up stories so
could stay away from him.
him we'd always be fr
(friends, OK, but anything
was borderline the thing
mother warned me about gn
up) and that I'd write
school.
Upon arriving at school, I
began to look up. One <
main reason every girl al
Behrend is the 3:1 male: fi
ratio (Maybe they should
that one in the books ti
students here. But why ru
ratio for those of us al
here?).
My friend, more desperat
I for "opposite sex atten
became interested in one
guys who lived above
Tiffany.
Destined to be more like
Abby," I preceded to set u
and the guy (Greg) for a dati
But through making plan
Greg, I realized that this w
the guy for her - but he i
nicely in my future plans.
I set Sue up with Kevin
Lawrence (they didn't m
more than a week).
Though my love life hi
a set of stairs to trip, stum
fall I have managed
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