procrastination strikes again. (not as hard as the WGA)
I finally changed my profile song to Mariah Carey (on MySpace). I've had a weird feeling in my head all day, but now it's finally a full fledged headache.
My aunt left this morning for Virginia and got there about an hour ago. I've done my studying for US History and Physics; I'm almost done with my notebook for Engish but I need, like, ten more pages.
I just finished reading and printing Marcella's journal for her. I must say, she is one of the most philosophical and random people that I know. We share some of the same trains of thoughts, words (i.e. perse), and lack of thought. She makes me laugh so much with some of the stuff she writes, and on the other hand, some of her stuff really makes me think. I thought I knew her, I really thought I knew her, but when I read what she writes, I feel like I'm gaining even more insight into who she is and what she thinks. I gave her the idea for her tattoos, you know. I didn't think she'd really get launched off with it, but it gave her a chance to tangent about Buddhism and the like. I really think she could do it, if she really took the time to find herself.
She mentioned New York. I really cannot wait -- I especially hope to spend every last moment with her, because, she is, in every meaning of the word, my best friend. I'm not sure what I would do without her. She has put up with me since we were young babes; my bitchyness, my shyness; my moodyness; my indecisiveness. I don't really trust anyone else to be with in NYC, either, simply because I know that none of them would be loyal; they'd all be off chasing something and leave me alone. "Oh, I'll BRB." and I'll be in the middle of Times Square with my thumb up my ass. Marcella, on the other hand, is more emotionally mature, and I know she's going to use common sense. We share our time when shopping, so it would be more so something she likes, something I like, something she likes, OH! something we both like, etc. Everyone else would simply drag me along, saying they could get to my store later, blah, blah and fuck me over.
Marcella doesn't fuck me over. She's a nice girl, and though we are very different with our experiences in life, we are surprisingly similar. At one point, I thought we were fading, falling apart and growing distant. However, it was the complete opposite, because we seemed to just talk more, even if it was meaningless.
And I know, God KNOWS I know, that I piss her off occasionally and annoy her. I pester her when I'm brash or too depressed or too cynical. I know, and I'm sure she knows that I know, but she also knows that I know that she loves me and I love her. I do believe that in some way we are soulmates. Even though we split during middle school and my Freshman year, somehow we stuck it out, talking occasionally, and here we are, sharing English class and afterschool Humanities. That girl makes my day. =]
I also love her hair. It's a darker yellow-gold at the bottom from where it grew out and it's so pretty. =] She's gorgeous, too, even though she won't admit it. She'll complain about how she looks and all I can say is, "Mhmm, sure." She should know that I'd give anything to look like her, and she shouldn't bitch about it because, well, I find her to be perfect the way she is. It's not just bestfriendspeak, but it's the fact that she really is. And she talks about her acne and oh! --- we all have that! It's going to fade by college and she'll be left with spunktacular skin. =]
Marcella has a nice smile, too; I hope she realizes that. I don't care if she says she tries to hide it -- I like it. The funny looks she gives me in class, too, they cheer me up, sometimes. When she asks me what's wrong, I know she means it. I can really see it in her eyes, versus everyone that just does it for the hell of it.
I've hugged her more often than I believe I ever have. Lately, I've been giving out hugs and kisses on the cheek like I was rich with them or something. ('Course, I am. =])
I don't think I've really, ever, truly told her how much I appreciate her friendship and just her being there. She has put up with me so much more than anyone else I've ever known to. When I get the chance, I am totally taking her out for a "just us" night -- movies, laser tag, swinging -- whatever. Just us. Don't get me wrong, I loved going shopping with her, but Jimmy showed up and that pissed me off.
I had so much fun with her with the Henna and dinner and making Cheddar Bay Biscuits. That has got to be one of the best memories of my entire life -- I swear to you. Better than a cellphone, laptop or computer -- just making our own version of those yummy RL biscuits... It was bliss! Even though I sort of messed up her lotus on her neck (lol. my bad!), she just shrugged it off and we did whatever. We watched something on TV ( I can't remember) and ate delicious Rice-A-Roni and shrimp scampi. =] Even Sassy was nice to me for a bit, before her PMS kicked in, lol. Silly kitty. [Actually, she was really docile when I came over the other night, lol.]
Anyway, I suppose that this has turned into a rave about Marcella. n_n I love her so, so much.
I think I'm finally realizing that there will be someone I'm going to miss, and I hate to miss people, but I will miss her when I go to college. I'm hoping to get to manipulate as much time as possible to hang out with her. I know that there is so much more left to explore of her mind and her thoughts, her wants and her repulses, but I pray that we will stay friends forever, so that there will never be a lack of time to learn about each other.
And yes, I realize I said friends forever, and I truly, for the first time, really mean that. Forever. I've tossed that word around with people before, "I'll love you forever." or "We'll be together forever.", but this time, I really mean FOREVER, not just "however long it works out."
Marcella truly impresses me, and at times I envy her depth of thoughts. I don't believe we've ever really fought and I hope not to.
Marcie, I love you so much, beyond the words I've written. Don't ever change who you are; no matter what someone says, live your life the way that makes you happy; live life without regrets. *MUAH!*
My aunt left this morning for Virginia and got there about an hour ago. I've done my studying for US History and Physics; I'm almost done with my notebook for Engish but I need, like, ten more pages.
I just finished reading and printing Marcella's journal for her. I must say, she is one of the most philosophical and random people that I know. We share some of the same trains of thoughts, words (i.e. perse), and lack of thought. She makes me laugh so much with some of the stuff she writes, and on the other hand, some of her stuff really makes me think. I thought I knew her, I really thought I knew her, but when I read what she writes, I feel like I'm gaining even more insight into who she is and what she thinks. I gave her the idea for her tattoos, you know. I didn't think she'd really get launched off with it, but it gave her a chance to tangent about Buddhism and the like. I really think she could do it, if she really took the time to find herself.
She mentioned New York. I really cannot wait -- I especially hope to spend every last moment with her, because, she is, in every meaning of the word, my best friend. I'm not sure what I would do without her. She has put up with me since we were young babes; my bitchyness, my shyness; my moodyness; my indecisiveness. I don't really trust anyone else to be with in NYC, either, simply because I know that none of them would be loyal; they'd all be off chasing something and leave me alone. "Oh, I'll BRB." and I'll be in the middle of Times Square with my thumb up my ass. Marcella, on the other hand, is more emotionally mature, and I know she's going to use common sense. We share our time when shopping, so it would be more so something she likes, something I like, something she likes, OH! something we both like, etc. Everyone else would simply drag me along, saying they could get to my store later, blah, blah and fuck me over.
Marcella doesn't fuck me over. She's a nice girl, and though we are very different with our experiences in life, we are surprisingly similar. At one point, I thought we were fading, falling apart and growing distant. However, it was the complete opposite, because we seemed to just talk more, even if it was meaningless.
And I know, God KNOWS I know, that I piss her off occasionally and annoy her. I pester her when I'm brash or too depressed or too cynical. I know, and I'm sure she knows that I know, but she also knows that I know that she loves me and I love her. I do believe that in some way we are soulmates. Even though we split during middle school and my Freshman year, somehow we stuck it out, talking occasionally, and here we are, sharing English class and afterschool Humanities. That girl makes my day. =]
I also love her hair. It's a darker yellow-gold at the bottom from where it grew out and it's so pretty. =] She's gorgeous, too, even though she won't admit it. She'll complain about how she looks and all I can say is, "Mhmm, sure." She should know that I'd give anything to look like her, and she shouldn't bitch about it because, well, I find her to be perfect the way she is. It's not just bestfriendspeak, but it's the fact that she really is. And she talks about her acne and oh! --- we all have that! It's going to fade by college and she'll be left with spunktacular skin. =]
Marcella has a nice smile, too; I hope she realizes that. I don't care if she says she tries to hide it -- I like it. The funny looks she gives me in class, too, they cheer me up, sometimes. When she asks me what's wrong, I know she means it. I can really see it in her eyes, versus everyone that just does it for the hell of it.
I've hugged her more often than I believe I ever have. Lately, I've been giving out hugs and kisses on the cheek like I was rich with them or something. ('Course, I am. =])
I don't think I've really, ever, truly told her how much I appreciate her friendship and just her being there. She has put up with me so much more than anyone else I've ever known to. When I get the chance, I am totally taking her out for a "just us" night -- movies, laser tag, swinging -- whatever. Just us. Don't get me wrong, I loved going shopping with her, but Jimmy showed up and that pissed me off.
I had so much fun with her with the Henna and dinner and making Cheddar Bay Biscuits. That has got to be one of the best memories of my entire life -- I swear to you. Better than a cellphone, laptop or computer -- just making our own version of those yummy RL biscuits... It was bliss! Even though I sort of messed up her lotus on her neck (lol. my bad!), she just shrugged it off and we did whatever. We watched something on TV ( I can't remember) and ate delicious Rice-A-Roni and shrimp scampi. =] Even Sassy was nice to me for a bit, before her PMS kicked in, lol. Silly kitty. [Actually, she was really docile when I came over the other night, lol.]
Anyway, I suppose that this has turned into a rave about Marcella. n_n I love her so, so much.
I think I'm finally realizing that there will be someone I'm going to miss, and I hate to miss people, but I will miss her when I go to college. I'm hoping to get to manipulate as much time as possible to hang out with her. I know that there is so much more left to explore of her mind and her thoughts, her wants and her repulses, but I pray that we will stay friends forever, so that there will never be a lack of time to learn about each other.
And yes, I realize I said friends forever, and I truly, for the first time, really mean that. Forever. I've tossed that word around with people before, "I'll love you forever." or "We'll be together forever.", but this time, I really mean FOREVER, not just "however long it works out."
Marcella truly impresses me, and at times I envy her depth of thoughts. I don't believe we've ever really fought and I hope not to.
Marcie, I love you so much, beyond the words I've written. Don't ever change who you are; no matter what someone says, live your life the way that makes you happy; live life without regrets. *MUAH!*