Hey, it’s me. Or for lack of better words, 19 year old you. I can only hope that you’re happy, healthy, and living your life as if disco shorts and knock off Jeffrey Campbell Litas are still acceptable (as if they ever were in the first place).

The real world seems like a rough, scary place that isn’t liberal arts math type of easy, so I hope you’re handling it like you would handle any hard situation back in the day: with a cup of vodka (not that cheap crap, I would hope that you’re better than that now) in one hand, and a cup of soda in the other. I also hope that with time, you haven’t lost your sense of fun and can still ignore your responsibilities from time to time to take lemon drop shots with your best girlfriends. I think present me, and future me (you), can both agree that there’s nothing a good night out with the girls can’t fix.

Unfortunately with adulthood, comes maturity. Thus, I hope you’ve gotten some of your petty habits and irrelevant problems figured out, such as throwing a tantrum when you can’t figure out what to wear to an event. I also expect that you've put a stop to the excessive hours spent watching Netflix shows (if that’s still at thing, please say yes) and have made better use out of your time. And also that you've finally learned to leave an appropriate window of time to do your nails so that you don't start another task and smudge your hard work (patiently awaiting the day till I realize that).

At this moment in time, I am a struggling college student, on the verge of completely giving up and focusing my time and energy on finding a very wealthy spouse. Although that would be the easier path to take, I still have a sliver of hope that I may one day be incredibly successful on my own. With this being said, I assume these past years have been accompanied by hard work, but I expect that it has paid off at least a little bit and you’ve made something of yourself that you can be proud of (however, I still hope you married rich because everything helps). It will be nice to know one day that these 12 or more credit hours per semester contributed to something.

In addition, I would like to apologize in advance for the heavy drinking, late night munching, and stress induced wrinkles that my college years may have left on your body. Although I may not always treat my body like I treat my to-go Chipotle on the car ride home (delicately and with the attention it deserves), I still have a dream of one day becoming a MILF (if you even have children yet, no pressure). With that being said, I hope you have put some effort into your fitness and haven't completely let yourself go -- you are better than that.

Now, to finish up this letter. It's crazy just how much life can change in just a few years, and the different extremes it can take you to. One last hope for you is that through the good days, and the bad days, you've stayed true to yourself no matter what (OK, sounds corny, but you are a fabulous woman with great intentions and you should never forget that).

See you in a decade (plus a year),
Your 19 year old self.