All Grown Up

My dearest Tabitha,

How did this day finally come? It was seriously yesterday that I was waking up every day to take you to zero period cheer at 6:30 AM in high school, uh I am such a good sister. Then remember that one time we thought it was a great idea for you to apply to a college six hours away, and then had another idea that you should actually go because you got accepted? Aren’t we hilarious?! Well you went and it was so great for you, yet so awful at the same time because I missed you so much. BUT YOU CAME BACK! I was so excited that you were transferring to my college, even though by the time you got there I was graduating, but the fact was that we were reunited, and it did feel good! I had you back and we were now not just sisters by blood but also sorority sisters. You joining was obviously awesome, but you transferring to my chapter and them taking you in with open arms showed me what a great organization and sisterhood we are apart of.

You have come such a long way from high school, to Sacramento, to La Verne, to now receiving your diploma. The woman you have become never ceases to amaze me. I love your innocent bluntness, your sassy wit, and your bravery to do things on your own and to speak your mind. I am envious of you in the best possible way. I know through school you have followed close in my footsteps and I LOVE the fact that we did basically all of the same things. One of the most honorable things I have done in my life is be a role model for you. At this point in life though things are changing, you have grown into a person that I look up to. You will always be my little sister, but you are not little anymore. You are your own person and although you may not always feel like it, you give off a beautiful confidence. I admire everything about you, your beauty, your ability to make everyone laugh so hard, you intelligence, and your writing. It is one of my goals to be able to write as well as you.

I grow more proud of you everyday. Things seem to not go your way more often for you than for most other people, and aside from continuing on, you find humor in the bad and use it for your own inspiration. You may get down but you never stay there long. The thought of doing better and exceeding your own expectations fuels you. Once all of the pieces of your life settle, you will have one hell of a picture to show and the best, most tragic and self deprecating story of how you got there. I will always be your biggest fan, your greatest admirer, and your loudest cheerleader. We have a bond that is unlike any other I have seen between sisters. I am so thankful and blessed to have you in my life. I know this expression is well overused but I would honestly be lost without you. I would laugh far less, and probably speak far less. I really think that you are my twin and I am just older… by three and a half years.

Moving on from this point in your life you will do great things. You will be packing up everything you have learned in your life and applying it to real life endeavors. You will see the real world, you will struggle, and you will cry, but always remember that I am always right next to you no matter where you are. You are a part of my soul and I will never leave you. I love you so much and again am so proud of you. Hang this diploma proudly on your wall and go fill the world with your words. You will be known. Your greatness is not to be contained and kept, but to be spread wide so that others may experience the joy that I feel by knowing you everyday. Go amaze, for you are amazing.

I love you so.

Brittany

Tragic Trippin

About a week ago I got to get dressed up with my four girlfriends, we call ourselves the Fab Five, and we went to support our sorority as respected alumnae at their philanthropy event: Theta Beta’s Sigma Kappa Ultra Violet Casino Night. It was fun to go to but the part we loved the most was dressing up, as usual. One of my girls and I are pretty much known as legends in our sorority, not to toot our own horn but toot-toot, because I was President and she was Executive Vice President and we made an amazing team together. I am not over exaggerating either, one of the girls told my dad this at Casino Night. Anyways after a night of faux blackjack and we felt that we had made a long enough appearance and took the appropriate amount of cute pictures in front of the letters, we left for the next portion of the night.

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We were all going to head to a bar in the next city over but first I had to go pick up my boyfriend from daycare, aka- friends house where I dropped him off to watch the USC vs. UCLA game. As expected he was drunk already and by the time we made it to the bar he was asleep in the car. He woke right up though and was ready for a drink. We got inside and found the girls whose boyfriends and one husband also met up. My boyfriend asked what I wanted to drink and I said a Dirty Shirley which he responded to quite loudly that I wanted a whore. Like I said, he was drunk. One of the other girls had one and it was a nice small drink which was perfect because I was driving. Finally when he turned around with my drink it was in a straight up goblet. I asked him what he ordered?! He said that he told the bartender that he wanted a Dirty Shirley and to make her dirty, which is why I am assuming she gave him a giant one. There was no way I was going to be able to drink all of it and drive home so it became a group thing with my roomie and one of the other girls.

Dirty Shirley

After drinking my very Dirty Shirley we decided it was time to go as did everyone else. We would all see each other the next day anyways for our Friendsgiving. I drove my boyfriend and I back to my place, where he sat in the back so he could pretend I was a chauffeur, and he fell asleep again. By this time I had been in my heels for hours and my feet were in pain so I was so happy to finally be home. We were almost there, almost to the door when it happened. Mayday-mayday I was going down and I couldn’t stop it. My heel went on a wet leaf, which then slid into the drain in the parking lot and I ate it. I couldn’t catch my balance because I was holding my purse and another bag so I went right down on my knee. The drunk, non-helping boyfriend laughed and then asked if I was okay, and then laughed again. Bruised and bleeding, I would be the SOBER one who falls down. Typical Tragic Girl.

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