I'm going to remember what I can about the day after St. Patrick's Day.
2012. It was a rainy day. I remember I was making an image to use for the background of my blog for Easter. I tried to make egg shapes, but I couldn't very well. I asked my roommate Bryton if the image looked dumb; he said it looked like it was made with old technology. So I decided not to use it. I made a blog post about St. Patrick's Day; this blog post got some of the best critical reception I've ever had. I found out that Peter Moosman from my home ward was in one of the pictures and I didn't even know it.
2011. I made a Facebook status about my roommate Zach not realizing that I wore glasses. I remember more about March 19 and 20 in 2011 than I do about this day.
2010. I walked slowly to school and lots of people passed me because I sprained my knee the day before. That night I went to my dinner group at Collin Allan's apartment; we were having a ward movie festival that night, so he bought Little Caesar's and then we drove up to the Wilk. I had brought a plate with me and I had to keep it in the car. We went to the Varsity Theater, and I sat on the right side by myself. Sara Cushing told me I could sit by them, but I told her that I had a sprained knee and I wanted to be able to spread it out without people walking past me. Collin Allan came and sat by me. There were some great videos: One about a search for Waldo who emerged from a book, one that parodied popular YouTube videos, one about Batman, one remaking country videos, etc. Not one but three videos featured Miley Cyrus's "Party in the USA." My FHE group's little video was pretty terrible. In our credits, I identified myself as the prop supervisor. Collin asked me about that; I told him that I carried the bucket.
2009. It's possible this was the day I got a package from my mom, but I actually think that was March 19.
2004. I remember coming home from tutoring Melissa, the girl I tutored in Spanish, and putting Easter eggs on top of the buffet in the living room.
2000. It was a nice spring morning, and I had to go to a practice for singing in stake conference. Evan Stewart's mom drove me home. I mentioned that I was going to put up Easter decorations. She told me how whenever they decorated for Easter they always found pine needles and when they decorated for Christmas they always found Easter grass.
1999. I remember telling my classmates that I was going to go home and decorate for Easter. My classmate Eric said, "I thought you hated Easter," and I told him that I only hated Easter before St. Patrick's Day. (Now I don't get mad about Easter before St. Patrick's Day, because Easter's a meaningful holiday but St. Patrick's Day is not. But I do get mad when Thanksgiving is overlooked, because it has meaning.)
1998. I came home from school and my cousin Jesse was there for some reason. I was getting ready to decorate for Easter, and Jesse was telling me about how they had bought a bunch of Easter stuff just a few days earlier. I remember putting our Easter wreath on our door. Then the rest of my cousins came and we jumped on the tramp and played some egg-themed games.
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