At first appearance, they look nothing like them. They aren’t as pretty or girly. Amber wears fucking sweat pants all the time and I see her ass on a daily basis. Doesn’t this girl realize that it’s going to take a while for her to get a guy to be attracted to her if she doesn’t start to wear real clothes? Brenna looks like a freaking guy with her boy-short hair, her less than A cup boobs, and her T-shirts and jackets cut for men. Emily dresses the best, but girlfriend needs some make-up to cover up her acne. And braces! Dear lord, her father is a fucking doctor, you’d think he would have enough money to close the gaps she has between every tooth. 

But then you get to know their personality. They aren’t funny, they aren’t mature, and they aren’t independent. I hate being the funniest person here. I want someone to make me laugh the way I did with Meredith, Bella, or Julie. Amber is actually weird and unfortunately I think the way she does sometimes. But a lot of the time she says things as if she’s still in high school and it makes me cringe, but I can’t say what I really think. For example, last week she was walking to Italian class and went ahead of the football players from her Italian class when she heard one of them say, “Paolo, here’s your chance!” They could have been taking about a fucking squirrel, but no, what does Amber think? She thinks that they were talking about her as if Paolo has a crush on her. It just seems so immature and far-fetched. It’s as if she sees herself in a better light than what she puts out for the world. Brenna is very loyal and kind, but at the same time she seems very stuck in her ways, especially when it comes to drinking. It’s fine that she doesn’t want to drink, but I wish she would make an informed decision by getting buzzed just once in the safety of our suite and then decide from there. And I just wished she was girlier! Emily is just fucking ridiculous. Who the hell comes to college not knowing how to do their damn laundry! She hasn’t a single clue about life and it bothers the shit out of me that she doesn’t realize how helpless she is. Who gives a shit that she’s been to Europe if she can’t even operate a car or a washing machine?! Her parents don’t help her at all; they clearly didn’t prepare her properly for the real world and allowed her to be a spoiled little brat and not have to ever think for herself. 

They all also need to be more opinionated and not afraid of what people think of them! I’m guilty of being extremely concerned with my appearance, but when it comes to what I say and do, I don’t give a fuck if someone thinks I’m a bitch. Like tonight. Just tell me why you all don’t want to drink. Tell me why you asked my six times today about the alcohol to just to change your mind after I hassled my teammate Amanda about it. I’m more upset that they wouldn’t just grow some balls and tell me. It’s not that big of a deal! It’s more awkward to just shrug and mumble than to simply say, “I am tired and don’t feel like drinking.” Even if you are tired, it doesn’t take a whole lot of energy to lift a bottle to your lips and swallow. They have wacked out perceptions of drinking, like they are going to be crazy just from one drink. Girls, it takes a whole lot to get out of control. Two drinks that would probably take you three hours to drink will barely do anything except cause you to think you’re so cool and adult for drinking, which is just so dumb and high school.

These aren’t the people I want to call my best friends from college. I NEED TO FIND OTHER PEOPLE ON THIS CAMPUS WHO I CAN LOVE AND TRUST AND HAVE AS MUCH FUN WITH AS I DID MY WESTTOWN FRIENDS.