Dear girls across the courtyard,

Dear Girls across the court yard drinking UDLs and calling out to people who are walking around down stairs,

I know how great you must feel, being isolated for so long after high school and suddenly becoming part of a large community again. I'M sure you feel the need to re assert yourselves as the proverbial big fish in the small pond.

Can you please shut your drunken bogan mouths up. calling out to every boy you see is not cool, you are sad and I'm sorry if you have confused the sudden belonging for likability. It is not the same thing.

I can tell from your drawling ladette voices and slurred half sentences asking boys what their surname is so you can add them on face book, that you must be very stimulating and interesting people.

I know everyone here is going to automatically love you and your in your face confident attitudes, and no one will secretly be hoping you fall out of that window you are so precariously perched on with your beefy legs hanging out of your demin shorts. But please. I'm not having the best time here, and I don't want your great time rubbed in my face.

I hope you are all very happy and your awesome lives never change from what they were in high school. Enjoy 2009, and may you never grow or know personal fulfillment.

Love Holly.