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It's been a while since I participated in a link up. So imagine my excitement when I spied this gem over on Holly's blog.


Oh twenty-one. That was questionable. I think. I don't remember much of it. With that said, here goes!

Dear 21 year old me,

Stop right there.
That Wendy's cheeseburger? Put it down.
Go to the store and make some real groceries.

I guess I should assure you that this is, in fact, you from the future writing this. Because I guarantee you're real skeptical right now. You just got a tattoo on your ribs that you're praying to God is covered by your bra strap and your mother never sees. You also have a crush on your super hot English comp. professor which is the only reason you're actually dragging yourself out of bed every MWF to go to a 730 class. See? Proof.

That guy you're seeing right now? You are crazy in love with him, but I hate to tell you, you're wasting your time. It's going to end pretty badly at the gates of the LSU football practice complex. And you're never getting your badass yellow basketball shorts back. 

In other news: that girl, Kristen? She's going to take care of you at LSU. You've had it kind of rough the past couple of years. As much as you love it, you really miss your family and friends at home. She's gonna share her family and friends with you and she'll pretty much become your family. Remember to thank her. 

Always know that you have a cozy piece of floor to sleep on at Jelisa, Kristie, and Serena's. They always want you to sleep on the couch or something but you never make it there. Also, even though you'd never make yourself grits and pancakes, Jelisa always will. 

When Hurricane Gustav hits and you're stuck without power for a week, be more picky about the MREs you get. Not all MREs are equal, but the ravioli and beef stroganoff are the bomb.com. 

Be nicer to Mama Nancy. You're going through a rough time and she's doing everything she can to hold it together. Cut her some slack. Make sure you call her every Sunday even when you're mad at her. Your phone calls mean a lot more to her than you know. And make an effort to go home more. Nothing makes your daddy more excited than having his baby girl home to do projects with him.

Some really bad things are going to happen to you this year. A lot of those things are going to be completely out of your control. You cannot sit on those things and let them eat you up or steal your joy. 

You will give up on a really good relationship because you are stubborn as f*ck. And that was a dumb move. So try to not be that way so much, huh? You don't ALWAYS have to prove your point. Sometimes you can just go with the flow. 

You're going to drink a lot, but try not to drink so much, huh? Things that are not cute: smeared eyeliner, drunk fights, hair that smells like cheap tequila and beef jerky. Also, you're gonna have a really bad run in with a bottle of Amaretto. 

All in all, 21 kind of blows...but it sets you up for a really good 22. In fact it sets you up for a great 23, and fabulous 25 (24 is a year we're not gonna talk about, okay?).

So go ahead, live it up. Do some crazy shit. But try to remember to consciously be a better person. It's easy to lose yourself in 21. 

All my love,
25 year old you

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