This is a result of boredom, everyone leaving and my being
afraid of
everything I'll miss this year.
Living Will of
Karla J. Petty
I, Karla Petty,
being of sound mind and body hereby
bequeath the
following items to the enumerated recipients
upon my
departure from the United States of America on
September 1st,
2003. This is to be enacted upon
that date
and the items
herein to be left to the safekeeping of those
listed until my
return.
I leave to
Lauren A. Feliz cranberry juice + anything
alcoholic, late
night phone calls to tell me anything and
everything, my
inner party girl, the new and improved
playlist, boy
problems, finishing each others sentences, a
list of boys
longer than my arm, forbidden hook ups,
parties/WTW
reunions at your house, and a history beginning
in the summer
of 1997 that waxes perpetually.
I leave to
Jamie E. Bothwell house parties, getting
the cops
called, wine drinking and Never Have I Ever, 9:30
Club missions
accomplished and failed, J Crew, the end of
our punk rock
concert going years, stellar dates to senior
prom, kicking
high schoolers off the front lawn, Crabtree
Court, horses,
New Years, Girls Only dinner parties, Sex
and the City,
New Found Glory, rides to and from school,
and Tribe
Pride.
I leave to
Becca NMI Sellers going to great lengths and
spending a lot
of money for Trivial Pursuit and concerts,
going deaf by
age 30, the infectiousness of world travel,
dinner parties,
Sex and the City, memories of Women’s
Chorus, all my
John Hartman jokes, Warped tour, the big CH
and mini
golfing, Crabtree Court, getting yelled at at
3:30 am on
Sunday mornings by you and your friends, Snoop
Dogg parties,
jumping median strips, foreign films,
and James
Taylor in the rain.
I leave to
Marjorie J. Censer pool running, packages in the
mail, unbeaten
records for visits, a strange affinity for
Celine Dion,
sock puppet shows, French Class, IB nonsense,
senior prom,
Sex and the City, dancing, PJ’s pancake house,
dinner parties,
Learning Packets, rival brothers,
introduction to
the Shuers, many miles of trail, and
Brooks.
I leave to Mark
A. Golden Trivial Pursuit, foosball, movies
in the
basement, Richmond trips to see obscure bands, New
Years, the
picks, Arrowfest, 80’s rock, admiration of Lance
Armstrong,
Othello, tennis in the sweltering heat, T Mart
and A Rod, a
place to stay for the 10 miler and rides at
6:30 in the
morning, love for the DC Metro (both area and
system), and
senior homecoming.
I leave to
Nicholas G. Reddig parties, Mardi Gras and MTV
appearances,
Brandywine missions, manhunt, wing night, the
question “what
are you doing tonight?”, Lauren’s house,
Arrowfest,
drive-by verbal abuse of Harry Potter
fans, “throwin’
it out there”, answers to questions
involving
Michael Jackson, cigar smoking, World Civ, and
chocolate chip
cookies à la Petty.
I leave to
Brian B. Burgess the Beastie Boys DVD, fear for
your life in
Mexico, plans to hang out in Europe, rides in
the late great
’91 Golf, New Orleans, IB, Carbo sightings,
driving on the
wrong side of the road, Brandywine missions,
Lauren’s house,
Mitch Hedberg, anything having to do with
Pirates, being
loud and retardedly drunk, donuts in the
Baptist church
parking lot in the snow, senior prom, the
Humpty Dance,
Van Gogh in –2 weather, and DC outings.
I leave to
Michael E. Carluzzo blowing way too much money
at the Fairfax
Fair, the Sandlot, spooooooooon, 10th grade
gym class, Tom
Petty (do you even remember any of that
show?), selling
my mom a knife, senior homecoming, New
Years at Stu’s
and Joel’s, and Steve’s house.
I leave to The
Bailiwick Inn at least 40 hours of my time
per week,
endless pulling of my hair, Mixology 101, karma
episodes, 94.7
while setting the dining room for dinner,
stair climbing,
the drunkards… I mean owners, seeing wasted
40-year-old men
in their tighty-whiteys walk downstairs
with as much
dignity as they can muster asking to be let
back into their
room, and two long summers.
I leave to
Matthew A. Campbell and Brent Banks
uncoordinated
games of NBA Live 2003, gatherings in Brent’s
basement, car
talk, pool parties, barbeque chicken, peas
and mashed
potatoes, drives to Annapolis, and the
wild side of
W&M.
I leave to
Christopher J. Devlin opposing viewpoints, long
conversations,
ignoring you on IM, the Lamplighter, wasabi,
and the answer
to every computer question I’ve ever asked.
I leave to
Melissa E. Howard a rain check on a New York
visit, love for
Chi-town, Monday night meetings, long
walks, long
talks, photographing Williamsburg, being
allies, endless
library time, only calling you after 9
because you
always use up all your minutes, Sadie Hawkins,
questionable
retreats, church hunting, and my endless need
for a ride.
I leave to
Amanda E. Gomaa dance parties, the frats, being
a magnet,
maillot, TJ memorial and almost “going platinum”,
the spy museum,
breakfast club, the Caf on Sunday mornings,
Monday night
meetings, scavenger hunts and stealing signs,
and just
causing trouble in general.
I leave to
Rachel M. Vance the classic car show, Frisbee
golf in Newport
News, DMX, breakfast club, Gimme Dat Nut,
and lunch
dates.
I leave to the
Mushroom House theme parties, girly movies,
Monday night
meetings and appreciation that you all have
cars.
I leave to
Chandler 313 (now Ludwell something) Long Run,
scavenger
hunts, Jimmy Eat World, Richmond International
Motor Speedway,
Warped tour, random cell phone messages,
and King and
Queen’s.
I leave to
Benjamin D. Kimble Signs, surprise parties,
yelling at you
during movies, 80’s night, Sadie Hawkins,
HOLLA, rec
center, thanksgiving dinner, yelling from across
the caf,
Fuddruckers nights, charades, Pierce’s, El Faro,
Myrtle Beach
and Lost Treasure golf.
I leave to
Daniel A. Belen rides to and from school,
Jammin’ Java, a
lot of car talk, music talk, Ben Folds,
Matrix
obsessions, random meetings in Austria, Thanksgiving
dinner, Mandy
Moore valentines, late nights in the Fauquier
lounge and
Gooch hallway, and the coolest CD carrier known
to man.
I leave to
Nathaniel E. Loehrke drawstring pants.
I leave to
Emily J. Gustin my CD collection, my concert
ticket
collection, all the creativity it takes to make
Williamsburg
interesting, birthday parties, Craisins,
soccer games in
the rain, Counting Crows, Pierce’s, and the
fabulous Gustin
get-togethers in Winchester.
I leave to
Rebecca A. DelBalzo my sanity, random
comments, “hey
do you remember this song?”, foreign pop
rock, movie
quotes, Blind Date, boyfriends, oh OH the
damage is done,
managing freshman girls (what’s that
smell…),
staying in the car, the caf, going out, coming
home, BTE, and
most of the good times I’ve had at W&M.
I leave to
Matthew J. Morgan the Chapel, being a rock star,
concerts,
Nate’s revenge, Fuddrucker’s and movies, grilling
at your apartment,
Swingers, new bands, away messages, El
Faro, acoustic
nights at the Norva, and FCA.
I leave to
Luke, Francis, Ryan and Will rockin’ home made
music videos,
Sno-to-Go, King and Queen and tag team
dating, and
Taboo.
I leave to
Benjamin J. Petty fun times in Chicago, living
in the Ghetto,
Comiskey Park, my love for U2, the A.I.C.,
Mediterranean
cuisine, pursuing a dream, the study,
valentines, and
glue to hold the family together.
I leave to J.
Clinton Petty (a.k.a. NO1GUY) none of the
cars because if
I did you would wreck them, being gangsta,
cell phone
messages from concerts, the 8 hour (6 if it’s
us) drive to
Sunset, rebellion, earth shakin’ bass riffs,
my keen
knowledge of how to dress you to kill, caution to
not break too
many hearts, and a coupon for hanging out
with your
sister in Europe renewable in Spring 2004.
I leave to
Reveille a promise to arrange something while
I’m gone,
apologies that I won’t be there to sing all those
ridiculously
low bass lines, regrets about all the fun
things I will
miss, and best wishes for the coming year.
I leave to
Everyone a demand that you all write to me and
keep me posted
on your lives, an open invitation to come
visit in Europe
(flights are cheap, no excuses), and joy
that I will see
you all upon my return.
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