I am so #blessed that I met this gem Fall semester in the Jr. core business classes. We got "stuck" together in a group project and bonded over our mutual lack of interest in doing the assignment. Ever since that great night of our procrastination realization we have become solid friends.
Winter semester rolled around and let's just say that a lot of crazy things happened that semester. It was the semester that, as lame as it may seem, I lived by the phrase YOLO. And that stupid, overused phrased (that I'm ashamed I even admitted I used) got me to do a lot of stupid things. Emphasis on the word a lot.
Let's start at the beginning.
I moved into apt. 113 of The Village - gold polka dot walls and all. There I came even closer to my friend and now roommate Rachael. We laughed, we exercised, we ate (a lot), we cleaned (also another thing we did a lot), we met a lot of people (and I truly mean a lot) and we also went on a lot of midnight adventures with the new people we met.
In Rachel and I's friendship there is a little something that we refer to as "those 24 hours". And the funny thing is that we both know exactly what 24 hours we are referencing. Because in those 24 hours we had never felt more alive, wild, free and young as we did right then. Those 24 hours were a crazy whirlwind and defined everything it meant to be a reckless college student. Those 24 hours are something I look back on, remember, and laugh about. And the best part is Rachael and I documented the whole thing via Twitter & Snapchat.
All I can is Chloe and Rebecca.... Man, those two made a great pair.