I know you stalk me and you somehow managed to find my facebook and my class schedule; my frequented eateries and library nooks. So of course you know that this past Tuesday was my birthday. My 20th to be exact. But like I said, you knew.

Let's switch to something you think is unrelated. This year has been a weird one. Freshman year, you're just trying to adjust. You're either some sort of amazing social butterfly or freakishly lucky (or maybe you simply live in Warren Towers), and you make lots of friends your first year in college isn't too terrible.

Or you don't and you struggle and it doesn't mean that you're a bad person or strikingly awkward, just that you're having a little bit of a harder time adjusting.

I'm more of the latter.

Fastforward to the end of last year. It takes a few months, but you finally have a fairly solid base of friends. You have people in this group and that one. You have variety; you have things to do on the weekend and a reason for feeling accepted.

It's kind of nice.

And then you get to Sophomore year and now everything is about next year, not now. And things in your base begin to strain and it's scary.

It's easy to feel like your life is slipping away into something else entirely. It's easy to get everyone looking to the future and everyone leaving you behind confused. I did for a long time.

All I really wanted for my birthday was my friends back. 20 is kind of a shitty birthday so you reach for the more intangible. So imagine my delight when B, W, A, M, L, and R arrived at my door, the glow of 20 candles atop a heavily frosted cookie cake lighting their faces.

So now, onto other wishes.

Next year I want G&T's.