And we're back in America, post heart being ripped out and stomped on.
So now we look upon a bitter twenty year old, who's friends are all legal to drink in the states and now she has to hang out alone and sober. Cliff note version: it sucked.
Bright side I had a few friends who were super fun and we're always game for Spaghetti Wine Game Nights, so that was amazing.
Also amazing? Discovering my passion/ at least something in college that didn't make me want to puke my brains out: THEATRE.
No, I am not the typical theatre nerd, so no worries about the whole all black clothing, smoking, and really inflated ego. Well, for the most part. I am pretty introverted except when I write, then I'm just a sassy bitch. But this has nothing to do with my friendship with a certain boy that I had met three years prior.
We didn't really hang out, at all actually, but we did talk on occasion.
Junior year was mostly about finding myself, and cat sitting on a weekly basis.
Up next: Finally 21 and drunk. All the god damn time. Not really, well kinda.
And finally, a friendship that could possibly rival Harry and Sally's, just without the whole sleeping together part.
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