If its meant to be, it will be.
Okay, here comes my “I’m thankful” post.
As I was thinking about what I am most appreciative of in my life, it didn’t take me much time to decide what I’m most grateful for lately. Of course I will ALWAYS be thankful for my family… but without the ladies of 309 3rd I’d be COMPLETELY lost.
You girls mean so so so much to me.
Maddi- You are my soulmate friend. We seem to always be on the same page with everything - we can never resist any opportunity to sit on Pintrest together and plan our lives and weddings and hope to get married next weekend, even if it means buying one single plot of land to put our trailers on while teaching our already nerdy kids HTML and letting them be friends (God knows they wouldn’t have any otherwise.) We’re always together. Being apart for any time period longer than one hour is difficult, and when you’re not home I never hesitate to nap in your bed to fill the missing Maddi void. I love the way we get too aggressive during Catch Phrase, and how you and Kyle treat me like your child. I can count on you to make a fool of yourself with me at the bars, whether it’s dancing and kicking things over at Brother’s, or secretly taking pictures of Ratchets at the Brat. You make me unashamed to buy sharp cheddar cheese at the grocery store, and you make me feel better that we both felt it necessary to buy the cute A-La-Carte lunch in high school instead of pulled pork like we really wanted. I can always count on us to copy each other like kindergartners. I realize I love you more than most things, even if we have to break into someone else’s home because our home is the outdoors. We were SO homeless.
Linds- You have been my longest friend at EC, and one of the craziest girls I know. I am forever thankful that we met on the first day of English class, and from that day forward we experienced all of college together. If there would be one person to have the most knowledge of my college experience, it would HANDS DOWN be you. I don’t think I’ll ever meet another person who is not ashamed to make a cat rap music video with me or go have a snowball fight at 4 am in the morning on a Sunday and run away from Monster Bells with Jeremy while accidentally peeing our pants of laughter. I love that we can simultaneously hate the girl who gets too aggressive at volleyball and bargain shop for parking meters every morning. I loved singing the national anthem with you during wall sits, laughing about the dairy princess’s ridiculous outfits, finding a shroom dealer’s lost phone full of videos of him crowing like a rooster, jumping in the lake at 5am while it was pouring rain, and hiding in your dorm during the Superbowl while doing shots together. Thank you for always supporting my decision to cram food into my purse during our frequent freshman year caf runs. I will never forget getting sweater face wasted, and of course playing scategories after being stranded in Minnesota while Eric Brandon yelled about expensive god damn magazine memberships. Also, RIP Cacti. My favorite memories are too many to even fit into one post.
Bridg- I can only hope someday I will be as witty and hipster-esque as you. You and Al constantly win my heart as best couple in existence, and you guys make me laugh uncontrollably. I will never forget the heart to hearts we had at the beginning of the year, sitting on your fire escape while you try to sneakily tempt me into smoking my first cigarette - haven’t caved yet :) You are beyond hilarious. My favorite thing about you would have to be when you attempt to multi-task and get flustered. Panicked Bridgid is a sight to see. Drunk Bridgid is even better - there was nothing quite as graceful as seeing you gargoyle on our stairs and fall into our Christmas tree.
Erica- What would I do without your hilariously uncensored comments in awkward situations? I don’t think we could have lucked out more when we found you last year. I enjoy being on the same nail painting schedule as you; it’s basically telepathic at this point. I love your mom-ness that keeps us all in check, yet you still get wild with us while booty bumpin to T.I. and every other ghetto song I could ever know. Your profanity never ceases to amuse me (14 TIMES!). You are a wonderful girl and I’m so glad I have the chance to live with you.
From laying around in each other’s beds and talking everyday, to never EVER missing a Throwback Thursday and staying loyal to R&B slow jams. To dangerously deciding to microwave household objects, to our signature margarita orders/getting free food at El Patio (Thanks Williams). To wobbling till the wee hours of the night, and to finding a random man’s boxer briefs on our porch. To having my closet raided every weekend (best compliment of my life), to playing Slow Motion on repeat and having all of us drop what we’re doing and get on a chair or couch. To having a random freshman boy drive up to our home and tried to bring a keg inside, to yelling at each other during the Election Drinking game and Catch Phrase. To watching Maddi ferociously contact our cable provider, and to having Duke mix up our socks and thongs by putting them in different rooms. To having Steven and Brad fight over the spot on our couch each night, to holding hands outside our garbage can to have a funeral for a hamster. These are just some of the reasons I love 309 3rd. Thank you for putting up with my “explosions” (me kicking out our window and somersaulting out of it) and being lenient when I forget to add my share to the We Need To Change jar. I personally think the dynamic of our house would make the most lovable and entertaining reality show ever. I have never met people I get along more with in my life. I am going to miss you all immensely when I’m in Europe next semester. I am thankful for you guys.