19 Things My Best Friend And I Say To Each Other That Prove We Are 91-Years-Old

19 Things My Best Friend And I Say To  Each Other That Prove We Are 91-Years-Old

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My best friend/roommate and I are definitely what you call old souls. We are the first ones in bed and the last ones you'll see at a party, but we wouldn't want it any other way!

1. Can you turn down the TV? It's like 8 p.m. already!

2. Does this cardigan make me look like a grandma?

3. Where's my nightly piece of chocolate?

4. Want to go to brunch Sunday morning?

5. Do you have any good stretches for a tight hip?

6. Can you pick up a newspaper for me on your way back from the library?

7. Get back in bed our show is about to start!

8. Can I borrow your bathrobe? 

9. Want to make cookies tonight?

10. Hey, save that piece of bread I'll feed it to the birds tomorrow morning.

11. We should learn how to knit on Saturday night!

12. Why do teenagers always feel the need to scream?!

13. Bananas are on sale this week! We absolutely need to go to the grocery store!

14. Does this strand of hair look gray to you?

15. How do kids these days stay awake until 2 am?!

16. Why on Earth are your jeans so skinny? Can you even breathe???

17. CAN YOU TALK LOUDER MY GOD I CAN'T HEAR A THING

18. We should make a scrapbook of all our favorite memories.

19. Best friends until we're actually old ladies, right?

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On June 22nd I Celebrated My 22nd

*Insert cliche Taylor Swift song "22"*

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It's about time I turn 22. I've been told that after your 21st birthday, the years begin to fly past you in a blur. I don't know if I agree, but I can definitely say that I don't feel 22. Sometimes I look around at all the people who are freshmen in college, or juniors in high school, and I begin to reminisce about when I was their age. One thing getting older does do is make you a skeptical, cynical person.

I've thought a lot about my birthday as another day that I get to eat cake because let's face it, I'm not really here for anything else, except maybe a shot. I remember celebrating my birthday when I was younger was much different from what it turned into after I turned 20. Back in the day, I would celebrate my birthday with a pool party. Pizza, chips, cake, and soda. A few balloons and candles and that was it. I'd only invite my closest friends and we'd have so much fun.

I miss that kind of birthday. The kind you pick out an outfit for days prior, the kind you get so excited for and can't sleep, the kind that makes you feel special. It doesn't feel like that anymore. What it feels like now is, "welp, there goes another year." This line is also applicable to New Year's Eve, but we'll cross that bridge six months from now.

My birthday is pretty uneventful. It feels like the spark is gone, the excitement is gone. I wish I could feel happy that I'm turning 22, but I also know that it's just a reality that we all get older and things like birthdays begin to feel strange. You're faced to realize that you're supposed to have gained another year of experience and intelligence in the aspects of life, but it's almost like you feel the same.

It's safe to say that this has been a bit of an existential-crisis-themed birthday, but I'm just a little scared of getting older. I think we all reach a point where you realize you aren't invincible anymore. It's time to see what's in store for the future, what your career goals are, where you plan to move to after graduation, how to eat better, and how to feel like you've reached your full potential. It's a bittersweet moment in my life, but I'm ready to see what's next.

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Poetry On Odyssey: The Light That Is Manhattan

A poem about anticipation.

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Almost there.

The subway station is cold and narrow

But the staircase is just ahead.

No more corners, maps, or the like,

Just the light at the top of the stairs.


They say this city is filled with dreams.

Desires that may not even exist yet.

Dreams that have yet to be achieved,

or so the glow in front of me says.


The wonder builds as the ambiguous light at the top of the

Subway station stairs get brighter.

These steps are a two way street of

Excitement up

Fulfillment down.


May this light soon turn into

Roaring streets

Calm corners

Tranquil parks, and

dreams obtained.


The bright light I see in front of me is the glow of the city.

32 steps and I'm home.

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