It’s My Birthday And I’ll Get Sappy If I Want To

I just wanted to check in really quick and confirm that today is, in fact, my 21st birthday, and I am still alive. As Carol said, I MADE IT! In fact I am very alive. So alive that I was able to take a midterm at 9:00 AM this morning. So super alive that I nailed it. Check it out. We had to design a poster and invitation for an extremely important JCU event. Who knows if it’s technically any good, but I’m pretty proud of it.

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In other much more important news, I am deeply and irrevocably in love with the Notre Dame Rome program, in its entirety. Every single person here helped make this one of the best birthdays I have ever had, and I could not be more grateful to have become so close so quickly with such a stone cold pack of weirdos. Everyone brings something unique and absolutely vital to the table, and today didn’t have to be anything more than just being with all of them to make it great. (It was, I mean I ate steak that was cooked in balsamic that was older than me, so there’s that.) I especially want to thank the group of freaks that accompanied me to Scholars last night, Mia and Carmel for singscreaming Grease songs with me, Katie for dressing me, Carol for winning my birthday, Coco for my morning cornetto and making me feel good by girl crushing on me, Teresa for those things I can’t talk about because there is no way in hell I am sharing, Hannah Banana for my lovely key charm, Lily for a cake made of magic balls, catering to my every whim, allowing me to be a massive birthday princess, and being my main squeeze. And of course, thank you Jackie for my flowers, negative thank you for the worst drink of my life, and a million thank yous for the best birthday meal ever. Seriously, I feel very lucky. I love all you guys.