It all started on Saturday, April 14th. It was the day before my half-birthday and the day before, I had made the 12-hour drive from Folsom to Rexburg for my Spring Semester of school. I hadn't been at school for about nine months and I was extremely excited to be back. I wanted to jump right into the schoolwork, the socializing, and the stress. Classes didn't start until Tuesday and none of my roommates had arrived yet so I decided to make it a spontaneous Saturday night. I texted one of my good friends who was up here already and an hour later, I was sitting in an apartment with nine other people, only knowing him, and we were having a casual conversation when four more people rush through the door. The first one in was this loud, sweatpants-wearing, hyper, outgoing guy named Brian. My first impression was that this kid needs some deep breaths. He walked in telling this elaborate story of accidentally leaving a friend at Wal-Mart and driving over curbs which took ten minutes longer than it should have because he couldn't stop laughing and he would repeat every funny moment of the story at least three times. It got a little bit annoying but I was thoroughly entertained. I'm pretty sure by the look on me face, I looked like I thought he was crazy. And I did.
After that story, he introduced himself and we started talking about my internship in Walt Disney World last fall. He was (or seemed to be) immensely interested (in the story) and for the rest of the night he continued making comments about how he thought I was so much older than 19 (and a half) and I held in comments about how I thought he was so much younger than 22. At the end of our evening, I was driving away and got a phone call from a energetic Brian telling me to turn around and come back to his apartment. I did and he handed me three huge Hershey's bars and three packages of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups for my half-birthday. I had mentioned that they were my favorite hours earlier. One point for Brian.
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