wesome, that's me.Am I tough? I once ate a whole chocolate bar in twenty seconds.
Am I hardcore? I laugh at Puck from Glee.
Am I strong? I watched My Sister's Keeper without shedding a
tear.Did seven random words from a complete stranger make me feel like I'd been punched in the stomach?
HELL, YEAH.
Here's how it happened.
The exams were last week, so everyone was running around saying, "I bombed that last history test SO badly," and "I'm going to die."
Nothing new there.
So I was walking along the corridors, when this girl barges past me, yelling, "AWESOME! I'll go tell my best friend!"
Whoof.
That was the sound of the breath leaving my body all at once. And no, I was not the Big Bad Wolf blowing down the piggie's house.
It was just that I realized that I didn't have a best friend anymore.
They used to be Marsh and Naddo and Larry, but they were all gone now. (Oops. I think I forgot to mention that Larry left school. We still keep in touch though).
I mean, sure, you can give all that crap about being friends forever, and long-distance friendships, but in the end, give 'em three years and they won't remember your name. They'll have new best friends. New classes. New teachers. New habits. A freaking new life.
So in Science I drew up a list of possible best friends. (And I was still totally paying attention, mind you).
- Marsh. (She moved away to Qatar. Nope.)
- Naddo. (Ditto).
- Larry (Yep).
- Logan Lerman (He doesn't even know I exist.)
- Angelina Jolie (Why the hell did I even put her name?)
- My cats, Ben and Jamie (I love them... but they're freakin' cats).
- Inanimate objects (they seem the most likely now.)
- My English teacher. And this shows just how desperate I was for a frien
d. Although, to be fair, she IS quite nice. And I know Ryan Seacrest.
Sorry, that came out wrong.
It still IS hopeless.
Anyone out there who wants to be my friend, drop me a line. If you aren't interested, then can you at least:
- Get me Logan Lerman's phone number.
- Get me a ticket to Qatar.
- Sneak me into Angelina Jolie's brood and kick one out, like maybe Shiloh. I could totally be the next Shiloh.
- Get me to talk to cats.
- Stop me from becoming totally insane, NOW.
Yes, I have a freaking new life, but you'll always be in it, no matter if its new or old!
ReplyDeleteClose your eyes. Count to ten. Don't breathe. BREATHE. There, you less insane now?
Of COURSE i'll remember your name, it's not that hard to forget, I don't even need to struggle to remember so HAH!
=) I'm glued to your glasses everytime..if that's possible, but yeahhhhh!
A.T ur part of my habit XD
ReplyDeleteI friggin come to ur friggin blog everyday to check up on you! Although I might forget ur name, I will know you as Randomly Awesome. So if I come to ur house in like another year and totally forget ur real name and call u R.A instead, it's me and let me in because I probably have brought u a present.
I need to watch Percy Jackson!!!! I want to see Logan in action! T.T
Oh, the joys of having friends who are glued to my glasses and who will forget my name in another year but will still give me a present.
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