Friday night

I went out last night with a few friends to celebrate and as a farewell gathering. One of my friend's sister spent the summer in the hospital she is out now and getting stronger. My other friend is leaving for London (England) for a year. Visiting her will be difficult. 5 of us got together, and went out to a crowded bar. It was as a great time, where we weren't out to impress people or pick up or anything, just out to have fun.

We made it back to one of their apartment's where three of us all fell asleep in the same bed (well one was on the floor, but she was next to the bed). I lived with the two girls in my first year, it was odd realizing that we our entering our 6th year of knowing each other. As I was falling asleep last night, (or passing out, whichever you want to call it), sharing covers with a good friend, I remembered how scarred I was in first year, that I wouldn't make friends and that I would be lonely. I want to go back and hug that girl, the scarred me, and tell her that it will all be okay. It may not work out quite the way you think, and there will some very bad times, but oh my gosh it is overwhelmingly good. But I don't own a time machine (not one that I can use without risking a tear in the space time continuum) so instead of going back to hug the me from Frosh week, I'll just tell the now-me these things when I get scared.