Tuesday Night Letters

Yeah, I decided to do it again. But I didn't get them done last night. And I've pretty much lost all motivation to do anything right now so here I am blogging. Obviously.

Dear Chipman Chunkers,
CLEAN UP YOUR CRAP. I thought I made it clear ya'll needed to stop cooking in the last letter. But if you insist, could you please at least do your own dishes. That mac n' cheese is going to be so gross three days from now when you finally decide to wash it out. Not to mention the fact that it is a communal kitchen and when I have the urge to, oh I don't know, make some cookies for FHE, I don't want to have to feel like I need to deep clean myself and the kitchen after cooking.

Dear Elder Lichtenberg,
I'm so glad that I got to see you before you left. You're the best and have helped me through so much this past semester. I'll see you in two years!
PS. I forgot the camera. Luckily I have the best roommate ever who remembers these things.

Dear Friends,
I love you and that is the only reason why I allow you to make jokes at my expense. Just remember that.

Dear Roomie,
We're the best. Need I say more?

Dear Econ Book,
You are so boring. I don't like you. You steal the little bit of sunshine out of my soul at 1 am. Why do you hate me? Treat others as you wanted to be treated.

Dear High School,
I don't miss you.

Dear Math,
I don't miss you either.

Dear Hobos,
I have a newfound respect for you. Your life choice is looking more and more promising everyday.

Dear Weather,
Thank you for being so cooperative for this California girl. I really do love and appreciate it. (But seriously).

Dear College,
You are completely and totally the epitome of a love/hate relationship. You'd be a whole lot better if you lost the whole school part and focused on the social aspect. A lot more people would love you if that were the case. But for now you're stuck with me.

Dear Scholarship Funders,
Thanks for paying my tuition so that I can sit here and whine about it. Truly, you're the best.

Dear Life,
Thanks for this journey. It's one heck of a ride.


Love,
Brittani