Almost an Alum - But not yet.

I just watched six episodes of Friends in a row. And then I freaked out. See, here's the thing. Joey and Chandler eventually stop being roommates. Monica and Rachel eventually stop being roommates. I never registered this massive, irreversible change like I did today. Let's reflect. I have been living with my one roommate for a long time now. Despite the fact that we're across the world from one another at the moment, she's a huge part of my life, and half of what is getting me through this long, lonely summer, is the fact that in a month and eight days, we (and our other amazing roommate) will be back in our apartment sinking into that super old, completely unstructured blue couch, making ramen noodles and mac and cheese with peas and corn and crushed red pepper and drinking cheap wine. I was sitting at my desk at work the other day and I started thinking how little time I have left at college. I kept thinking about it, and I tried to stop, I did(!), but I suddenly found myself counting how many days I had until college was over. I don't know why I counted. It was nauseating, like that staring at a car crash thing everyone alludes to in these sort of situations. What the hell am I going to do when I am not longer constantly surrounded by my best friends? What the hell am I going to do when I no longer have both my roommates busting into my room when excrement hits the ventilation system (trying to keep this PG here) and crying with me, or carrying me home from Uptown after I have idiotically slipped on the ice while wearing my black stilletto boots in -5 degree weather? I don't know how this didn't dawn on me before, but it's become a hyper-reality in the past few days. 

I had dinner one of them last night and on the entire 50 minute drive home (the story is funny actually... or really dim... but for those of you who will get this, Sandeep lives on a West Chester (or something) drive and Kels lives on a Westchesterlandtrailetc. (or something else, obviously) drive. Both of the addresses are saved in my GPS and I selected the one on top, figuring I had been to Kelsey's more recently than I had been to Sandeep's. The entire drive I didn't realize a single thing, I was chatting away on my phone, listening to music loudly, on cruise control (ha! figuratively!) and suddenly found myself at the gas station that Lubna and I once had to stop at for Ginger Ale because... well... we had a rough night before. I was about an hour and a half from Kelsey's, about an hour and a half from my apartment, and way too far from my evening drinks) all I could think about was how quickly life passes by. Her and I weren't even friends last year, and all of a sudden we miss two weeks and we're itching for our weekly dinner and drinks dates. It's wild, actually.

I have four more months of college ahead of me, and I intend to live every second of it to the fullest. And although I have to maintain my GPA (I'll figure that out later), I vow to act in accordance with the rules of the elders (Kalit, Sandeep, my heart goes out to you two) and force everyone, including myself, to party. Because frankly, that is how memories are made.

Yes, I said it. The aunty has spoken. 

So here's to this highly uncreative and extremely juxtaposed blog post, to all of my unbelievable friends who I cannot wait to see, to all of the insane experiences we are about to have, and to my last semester as a college kid. Holy Excrement.

Your Highly Irresponsible, "adrenaline junky" friend,

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