Sat in the front room, the new hottest hang out in town, we discuss the hottest men in town, and out of town, and everywhere in fact. But conversation soon adjusts to a new hot topic: the future and it's terrifying possibilities - or lack of them.
"What are we going to do?" The taboo question for us (nearly) twenty something's to even think about, let alone utter out loud. What does the future hold? Will we make it in the music industry? Will we become successful journalists and events organisers or are we just fantasising about a life far too rare for all of us to succeed in?
When I get home later that day, I sit and contemplate what Carrie would do. Or what she did do at my age- sadly that confusing, lost bit of her life is somewhat missed out between The Carrie Diaries and Sex and the City.
A successful columnist for the New Yorker living in a beautiful apartment with beautiful clothes and a great group of friends; forget cat woman and super girl, Carrie Bradshaw is TV's most kick ass super hero.
"When you want to be a doctor, you go to university, then you go to medical school, then you're a doctor. Why can't everything be that simple?" My friend is on a role for asking great, unanswerable questions today... "I mean, I want to work for a record label, or own one. How am I going to achieve that?" ... And there's another great unanswerable question.
For the past two weeks I've been trying my best to practise non-negative thinking, a brand new craze over taking the internet. It's not simply the practise of positive thinking, a customer in the shop told me, "Why set yourself up for disappointment? It's pointless hoping and saying that tomorrow will be glorious and sunny when it's the middle of winter. However, that doesn't mean you have to sit there and moan about how it's going to rain." She tells me "the more you practise none negative thinking, the more you open yourself up to the wider possibilities of a positive outcome."
This may have been the reality check I needed. I may not be the next Carrie Bradshaw; or the next Jameela Jamil or Alexa Chung, but that doesn't mean I should feel disappointed, give up and wallow, because it's okay to fail.
Because everything will be okay in the end, because it has to be. We have an amazing group of friends (just like Carrie Bradshaw) and that's all we need. The rest should just fall into place.
So, as a side note, a bit of advise from a second year to a first year: it'll be okay. Uni is the fun part, so just enjoy freshers.