a great remedy for my so seemingly nearby loneliness is thinking of 8th grade...
"ava adora," ALLLL the long walks to smith's, making music videos to "boulevard of broken dreams" in the middle of the road in the rain, huddled up in kim's living room watching the breakfast club, extremely long talks at my kitchen table and in my hot tub, always sitting next to trina in english class and never paying attention, shells stand UP!, the entire back story trina and i made up to the MCR cover of spin, taking really really crappy-quality pictures at kim's house to use for story banners, our extremely awkward 8th grade dance, when a moshpit started at the 8th grade dance to "headstrong" by trapt ROFL, brother fitz hahaha, when we rented the porno-esque version of lord of the rings hahahah, chilling at jack in the box with all the other "cool kids" after school, drinking 12 packets of hot sauce at smith's, pretty much eating any kind of concoction the asian table wanted me to eat, wandering around hollywood video forEVER just giving our thoughts on every movie we'd seen, walking like four miles to coldstone and having trina's sister bring us back home because we had no energy to walk back, how starbucks had to put signs on their outside tables that said "for starbucks customers only" because of how kim, julie, and i would always eat our little ceasar's pizza there ahahha, "when the searchlights find us," kim thinking frank's last name was Lero haha oh i love her, my first really awesome student-teacher relationship with mrs. noetzel in the library, vincent telling me everything i ever needed to know about the kkk and designer basketball shoes, and when he showed me a polaroid picture of his penis while we were shelving books, mr. ochterski's fucking weird girlfriend that he paid to come into class sometimes so we wouldn't know he was gay, HAHHAH and vincent and mr. ochterski's secret relationship involving the lotion bottle he always had on his desk ("we don't need no catalysts!" how do i remember this shit?), thinking that "love is the red of the rose on your coffin door, what's life like bleeding on the floor" was the absolute best lyric ever, mr. weigand (who swear to god looked like a beaver) trying to tell off trina for wearing a sex pistols shirt and scrutinizing her religious beliefs ahahahaha, kim's 14th birthday at planet hollywood and the waiter said he'd give me a dollar if i drank a cup of cherry juice - i did and he didn't..., oh yeah worshipping that huge-ass rock!, walking home from school with kim and trina not because we didn't have rides but because we thought it was fun, sandwich day thursdays :D, being total and complete nerds, it was the best... seriously, the. best. days of my life. nothing even compares.
and the fact that all of that and a zillion more incredible encounters all occurred in like six months... i'll never find truer friendships...
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happy birthday babe :) you're my world.
yeah it's 3:18 in the morning...
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