Dear 21 Year-Old Meg,

I hope you caught my "Dear 18 Year-Old Meghan" post two weeks ago!  Well, now here's what I would say to my 21 year-old self:
You're a junior in college now!  You finally found a major [after going through 6 others], and you love it! However, don't worry too much, it's not like you're going to use the "History" aspect of your degree after college anyway.
Remember your 21st birthday party? [yeah, me neither] Well, almost exactly 5 years from the date of that party, you're going to marry that random guy [your roommate's brother] who you fell on... weird, huh?

And these girls?  Yeah: roommates then and bridesmaid & MOH now.

Cool it with the tequila... seriously, yuck.

Don't have any panic attacks about student teaching.  After you graduate, you're never going to step foot into a classroom [well, except a phys ed class].

Stop being such a b***h and shut your mouth.  Make as many friends as you can - it's so hard to after college.

Enjoy that nightly dining hall pasta and cereal... you're never going to eat like that again.  Or better yet, why don't you work on eating healthier sooner.

Enjoy that trip to Paris.  I still don't know how or why, but I promise, he will still be there when you get back.  He really loves you, huh?

Oh, and don't let those professors give you crap for wanting to go to Disneyland Paris and not spend your weekend at fancy and expensive French restaurants.  You traveled across the city by yourself and had an amazing day!

Just have fun, girl!  Everything is falling into place.

Letter to Me: Dear 18 Year-Old Meghan,

I love this song.  Combine that with a blog post I saw Kristin wrote a couple of weeks ago, I thought it would be fun to write a letter to my 18 year-old self.  In February of 2007, I was 18 and a senior in high school:
Dear Meghan,
Don't let your friends tell you you're dumb for your self-timered "group photos."  They'll be asking you for high school photos after college since you're the only one who took them. 

You know how people always tell you that girls cause drama?  Well, honey, it's guys that do.  Take a look at these photos, it's those two girls who are going to stand next to you on your wedding day... true friends.

Give it up with those big, poofy prom dresses.  You look silly and they're so hard to walk in.

He's not the one; stop trying to convince yourself otherwise. Watch out for that hole/rock on the fourth hole in your Senior Day golf match at Shelter Harbor.  You're in for years of pain, steroids, physical therapy, and frustration.

[yes, I was on an all-boys' golf team]

Stop worrying about your weight... you look beautiful and will wish you could fit into that size 4 Winter Ball dress for your college 100 Days Ball.

Going along with that, if you're so "worried" about it, stop eating macaroni and cheese EVERY DAY after school.

I know you've been thinking about a college for years, but trust me, you'll pick the right one.

When you do get to college, do a better job of opening up to people.  Make as many friends as you can, and enjoy the events at school.  Your GPA does not matter!

Oh, except maybe study a little harder in Philosophy that first semester.  

PS I'm hanging out on Kallie's blog today.  Check her out Vlogging Like a Boss!