Sync in 3, 2, 1.

Went to my old high school’s football game tonight. Not gonna lie, it made me miss college. I mean, I’ll be there Monday morning at 7am, but still, I feel complete there. I really like where I go to college and my peers. I have so many budding bromances and such. 

There is so much more potential there and so much less half-naked, slutty little girls with IQ’s that would make the village idiot cringe. Even my vodka and sprite mix drink with a 3:1 ratio did not make them look better or sound smarter. You can’t wear just a sports bra if you have a Buddha belly…and painting it red does not make it appear smaller.

I’m just glad I feel like I belong at IUPUI. I’m establishing a name for myself and I am building bridges. Plus, I plan to get an internship at a local newspaper soon so I will be getting more journalistic experience. I feel like everything is falling into place.

Long story short, I don’t think I’ll be going to another Southport High School football game unless it is fourteen years from now and baby Norah is cheering.