Have I Tooooold You Lately, That I Love You? *cringe* *covers ears*

I read something tonight, by a friend, and this struck me as something I needed to do. Most of them won't see it, but maybe it will remind me to tell them. Get some water, all the love and sugar might make you thirsty. Don't wanna overdose on the sweet.

So. Alphabetical order, shall we?

I met Aaron on the very first day of 7th grade. I was terrified; I didn't have classes with any close friends, no one but Sagen (thank Jebus for Sagen.) Somehow, Carly, Aaron, and I ended up talking and hanging out during lit. He was cool, so much cooler then the rest of the 7th grade male population, whose average citizen was a babbling idiot. A little strange, very interesting. Last year we ended up on different teams, and I never really saw him. I wondered if we would be friends again later. I saw him at open house...how long has it been? Anyway, some weeks ago. He said he was glad we had a class together. To my mother, this obviously meant that he harbored a secret crush on me. Nice try, mom. So we're friends again, and I'm glad. He's wonderful and adorable and he cracks me up and he gives me hope for America's youth. Hee. One day I'll shop with him in New York, and we'll think back to our Kohl's days and laaaugh and laugh.

Amanda has been my friend since kindergarten. Most people could never imagine her in the bows and long hair and dresses I remember her wearing, and she would kill me for that, but we all did it. 'Twas the mothers' fault. She was a Lumpkin's Pumpkin with me. Lewis stole her markers. Amanda is a perfectionist, always has been, always will be. She is sarcastic and dry and brilliant, until you get her all sugared and caffeinated up at recital. Good times, good times. She's my dance buddy, and it's ironic that she sometimes flubs up and calls me "mom," because she's the one who, when we get together and do homework, will throw things at me and bitch until I stop slacking off. We have more than enough inside jokes to fill even THIS epic entry. I love her, and I can promise you this, there is NO other Amanda.

Carly! I met Carly when I met Aaron, but it's always seemed like we've known each other forever. We speculate that we are not-so-long-lost twins, from the matching monster bangs and big shirts with leggings that we both wore when we were little. Carly says I'm the most normal person she knows. I do consider that a compliment, because I know what she means. Carly can make the funniest faces you've ever seen, the easiest conversation you've ever heard, she can make friends with anyone, and she has hair to die for. If you see her dance, you'll always know which one she is, because she's the one you stare at. She's the one having the most fun. I do not know what I would have done without her for the past 2 years, I think I would have simply died.

Eva. Eva Eva Eva. The one and only. The J.A.P., the vegetarian, the Johnny Depp lover, the endless phone talker. We're pretty much attached at the hip. I can tell her anything. We fight but we make up and I love her to death. I've gotten trouble for talking to her during class more times than I can count. Eva will never have problems making friends. What's the problem with going right up to someone and asking for a quarter or starting a conversation? Nothing, if you're Eva. She's just like her mother (whom I also love) in that respect. If anyone thinks I'm batting for the other team, it's because of this chick. All your fault, babe. Thanks for keeping me up to the wee hours of the morning, talking about things we won't even remember when we wake up. MWAH.

Ok. I? Love Indy. This girl is the coolest person I have ever met. Look up "sweet" in the dictionary, there's Indy. She has this whole hippy, mellow aura that I just adore. Who else would write me a 2 page apology note and give me a sucker for accidentally taking my glasses for one day? No one but Indy. She is The Indy. The Indinator. She's going to be famous. And she will be the single most humble rock star, ever. She'll meet Conan and find herself a "David Grohl guy." Am I jealous? Of course. But in a loving way.

Sagen is my twin soul. An annoying email quiz told her so, but you know what? I think it's true. (Listen to the email quizzes, kiddies, you don't want your dog to die tomorrow.) We started our diaries together after a joint Blog, and they are hopelessly connected. She needs to write more, dammit, because she's so good. Sagen is snarkilicious. She's the smartest person I know. And what would I do without a person in my life who understands my love of HoYay, hobbits, The OC, Angel, pie, boyfriends without access to shirts, acronyms, the high-five ritual, blah blah fishcakes? The overlong pretentious monologue, yo. The Barbie mummy. The Sims sacrifice. MoG and skater boys. You are the coolesteresteresterest.

Sammie dearest is my smallest friend. I know she gets tired of hearing that, but she's just so...eee! *squeeze* Her theme song, whether she likes it or not, is "You've Got Her in Your Pocket" by the dreaded White Stripes. 'Cause you want to keep her in your pocket. She's this mix of precious and snarky and adorable and grr, in the best way, and I love her. Bad Rainbows, Hug Day, lit buddies, Queer Eye lovin', bitching about the stupidity of people, Shakespeare quotes. Something wicked this way comes. Straight boys suck...wait, whuuut? I should mention that I am totally and completely copying this idea from her diary. But that's what friends are for. Thanks for the vocab, by the way. Me loves you. Oh, and guess what? You're beautimous, and your eyes strike fear in the heart of Elijah Wood because they're just as pretty and big and blue as his. So there.

So those are my friends. They rock. It's 1 in the morning and I have two tests to study for, that's how much I love them. So you'll excuse typos, right? Right. Much love.

2003-09-25 @ 1:06 p.m.

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