I especially like the last one

Meg

Tomorrow one of my dearest (and sometimes deerest) friends is moving away. Her name is Meg McKellar, and she is one of the most wonderful, hilarious, gorgeous people I have ever met.

Meg and I met on the first day of seventh grade. I was twelve, by the way. Our first hour class was science with Mr. Jackman. It may be spelled Jackmann or Jachman or Jachmann. I don't remember. He was a good teacher, though. Anyway, Meg sat either right next to me or right behind me. We started talking, and I thought, "wow, she's really sweet!" At that point I didn't know the extent of her insanity and thought she was a pretty chill person. She always wrote in gel pens, which I thought was awesome (who doesn't love gel pens?), and she had a pretty cool sense of humor. I didn't know exactly that she would become one of my dearest friends, but I had a pretty good idea that we would definitely be friends.

Meg also happened to be in my seventh grade math class (well, she was one trimester, anyway). One day, we bonded over the fact that we both had teeth that grew in exactly backwards-- as in, facing 45 degrees the wrong way. Also, she told me about rainbow waffles, which was life-changing. We grew closer, in an odd way.

Meg also became friends with Emily Derricott. I didn't know Emily very well that year, either, but I considered her my friend, too, as I'd known her since I was ten. Anyway, the three of us eventually grew closer together. I don't know exactly how it happened, because at the moment I wasn't really concerned with it. I was just enjoying my time with them. It just happened, and I'm so very glad it did.

Now, three-ish years later, I can say with confidence that I love Meg. She is a girl of many talents, including percussion skillz, acting skillz, speech skillz, fangirling skillz, and the skillz that are required to be a good friend. I don't know exactly what those friendship skillz are, but she definitely possesses them. Meg is a really good percussionist, and a really good actress, and whenever she gave a speech in our speech class (Mrs. Chaffin's second hour) I was enchanted by her word choice and energy and I was basically just really proud of her and glad I'd made such a good choice in friends. ;) Meg can and will fangirl over anything cool, which is nice when I just want to freak out about something. She can tell stories that just make you want to listen, because they're filled with drama and humor and hilarious facial expressions.

I could go on. I could pretty much write a book about the awesomeness of Meg.

I might.

But not here. It's not the time or place for that. For now I will just leave this blog post.

Deer Meg,
I want you to know that you are wonderful. You have amazing ramen hair and your face is also good and I love the way you speak and communicate with others. That sounds really weird, but it truly is a remarkable skill to have (well, obviously, as I've just remarked upon it). I am very, very sad that you're moving, for I shall miss you terribly. Not seeing you five days of the week will be devastating. However, I am so so glad to have met you, and I would rather you move now and still have made all these lovely memories that for you to have never moved to Idaho. You have made my life so fun and made me a better person in ways you may not even recognize. Plus you're almost as fashion as Clint, and he's the epitome of phasion with a PH. So, that's pretty wizard, I guess.
Love, Olivia 

I don't exactly know what this is, but you can read it if you'd like.

We emptied out our lockers, took our final exams, turned in our textbooks.
Our backpacks got lighter and lighter as we got less and less homework.
We started to plan more parties, to make sure all our assignments were in, and think of what we were going to write in each other's yearbooks.
When we actually got the yearbooks, we knew it was almost over.
People came to school with multicolored pens, memories of inside jokes floating back into their heads.
We practiced our signatures for when we're famous.
We copied down our phone numbers and email addresses.
On the last day of school, we could skip classes if we wanted.
We got doughnuts.
Everyone gathered around, lightsabers in hand, to go to the park.
The bell rang, and everyone started talking louder, screaming in joy because school was finally over.
And then, well, it was over.   

This was supposed to be posted in November, but I didn't finish it and then forgot about it. Oops.

Well, I'm a day late (and may be two days late by the time I actually post this, depending how long it takes to write), but I'm still going to post my giving of thanks. I'm not entirely sure what it will turn into or how exactly I'm going to organize it, but here goes. In no particular order, here's some stuff I'm grateful for. 

I am grateful for my wonderful, amazing, superfantabulistic friends. They support me in all my endeavors, however weird, and love me in spite of (and possibly because of) my utter craziness.

     I am grateful for and to my friend with whom I share the most inside jokes, weird foods, and occasionally pants. I am so so thankful that we could have so many opportunities to share with each other and that we never seem to have anything to fight about. I am honestly a bit jealous of her gorgeous hair at times and I am so proud of her for all her amazing talents and basically just love the crap out of that girl. 

     I am grateful for the friend with whom I fangirl over a ridiculous amount of things-- the one who forced me to get a Pinterest account and is now probably regretting it. This is the friend who has lots of Ramen and hosts fabulous Halloween parties and who understands everything I fangirl over and joins me (very, very enthusiastically). 

     I am grateful for my friend whose voice carries across a whole room, whose obsession with hedgehogs and Martin Freeman is bordering on unhealthy, who occasionally has hair of an alarming shade of pink and never ceases to make me laugh.  

     I am grateful for the friend who is crazily obsessed with girls, who is super hyper and sometimes acts very drunk, who is always available for a big hug, and who has adopted me as his sister. 

     I am grateful for my friend who stays up until all hours, who seriously only requires an hour of sleep to function, and who I can goof around with constantly. She supported my idea of demolition bagels and has lots of other equally ridiculous ideas along with me. She is also a member of the Pancakes of Arizona Celebratory... something... or perhaps it was the Pack of Aquatic Cerulean Elephants. Either way, that's pretty cool. 

      I am grateful for the friend I have known most of my life, who filled in the spot of my best friend for a few years without even knowing it, whose older brother is best friends with mine and who, like many of my other friends, is one of the weirdest people ever in the best possible way. 

     I am grateful for my friend I went to elementary school with who is obsessed with weapons and explosives and has a soft spot for cats. We are secretly stalking each other, and it's not even that weird. 

     I am grateful for the friend who moved in to my neighborhood and stopped me from being the only girl in my Sunday school class, whose name is very punnable and who shares my taste in books. 







     

Yo

I was recently reminded by some friends that I need to update my blog. I will admit, it has been a very long time. I'm not very good at writing on it consistently.

Obviously, a lot of things have happened in however many months it's been since I last posted anything, but I still can't think of anything to say. Or, you know, type.

Yeah, I really can't think of anything.