Before I met you all, I could sleep past 9 a.m. I had no one exciting to come home to and I have never spoken in a terrible British accent as much as I do now.

I now know that two grown people can fit in a tiny dorm bed and sometimes even three when someone needs to be dog piled on. And when the A/C is set anywhere above 70, I'm sweating. I've learned your Whataburger orders and that fries are better than boys. I can honestly say that I've never had as much fun as I have at school with you. I will seriously miss the late night banter and the ongoing teasing I was subjected to. If I had to do it over, I'd still pick you. I would wash every dish again. I would probably eat most of your goldfish once more. Make that definitely--it's the snack that smiles back.

Please remember me, because I'm probably going to need a place to stay having only a BA in Dramatic Media. I want to thank each of you for being my best friends, and let you know how much you really mean to me. My greatest fear is to graduate and lose my friends to different states and new opportunities. Don't let that happen. No matter how far apart we may end up, promise me we will make time to see each other once in a while. I could hardly stand spending Christmas break away from you; I can't imagine being apart for a lifetime.

Thank you for giving me the pleasure of babysitting you and driving you around when you were drunk and for sharing your tequila. There's no one else that I'd rather be responsible for. Thank you for letting me steal your socks, sharing endless amounts of food, and being my best friend. You three were my home away from home. My second family. Thank you for being there for me every single day.

I want you to know that I'll always be there for you. Even though we no longer share a bathroom. No matter how far away we live from one another, I'll always be down for a midnight trip to Walmart or Taco Cabana.

I'll miss you. I'll miss the late night conversation. I'll miss watching those scary murder shows as we eat our "homemade" frozen lasagna. I'll even miss the fights over whose turn it was to wash the dishes or to buy toilet paper.

If there is one thing I've learned, it's that not much in life truly matters if you don't surround yourself with the people who you love. I love you, each one of you, so much. You are my people and you always will be. Here's to the losers who've lost you, and to the lucky bastards who get to meet you.

(Yes, that last line is from The Wedding Date.)

Love you,

Carol