stalking is the sincerest form of flattery.

Fact: I have never failed an internet stalking venture. Whether I am trying to find a website that "does not exist" or your dear friend Johny Johnson from Somewhere, Illinois who somehow does not have a Facebook account, I will emerge victorious.

I knew things (that quite frankly freaked me out) about all my roommates before I even spoke to them. Mind you, I didn't get any of this from Facebook:

•Roommate 1 was president of the LDS Eastern Home Educators Youth Conference Committee. She likes reading, singing, and graphic design, and she designed posters that hang in her local library.

•Roommate 2 was a recipient of the National Merit Scholarship in Texas. That means she's like a super genius. She's smarter than me and you.

•Roommate 3 organized a massive children's book drive in Salt Lake City. What a babe.


You can imagine how nervous all this made me. I even found pictures for two of these brilliant, stunning people. Then, just for kicks, I internet stalked myself. Biggest MLIA moment of my life. It took my saner roommates actually emailing me to come to the realization that these people are down to earth and we have a lot in common. Even if they are cooler than me. Which they are.

Moral of the story: Internet stalking is only so reliable. Also, Laura is a creeper. Roommates, when you actually meet me and stumble upon this post, I encourage you to comment about how creepy you find me. As if you haven't gathered that already. Love you all!

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