Friends

Ok, so I had so much fun writing an ode to the family... that I have to extend this to my friends. There are a few "besties" out there that need the adoration that only I can give. (Studies show that adoration from me gives endless endorphins.) Ok, now I need to end this ode to myself... and start on the cool peeps in my life.

Sins- Now this is not a nickname steeped in religious irony... rather from her stage name "Sindsey Lellers." So why do I love Lindsey? Let me count the ways: mid-night FB chats & wall writing in concert with random vocal dramatization from either the hall or random bedrooms; pedi's, ode to Colorado spasms, Gilmore Girls, singing the TV jingles for every show on TV, the fact that she cried when her meatballs didn't turn out right, and dramatic storytellings. In addition, I love her confidence and direction. She does what she wants and LOVES what she does. How many people do you know that love what they do and truly live in the moment? Well, she's one of them.

Linds- Now you see why I couldn't call Sins, Linds... oh the confusion that people think that I have, but not really because my voice projects a certain frequency that only the intended Lindsey can pick up on. It's pretty frickin' amazing. But I love Linds! I know no other person who's love for animals include sleeping on the edge of a queen-sized bed with a human sized dog to make sure he's comfortable. When I moved in with Lindsey, I thought "GIRL POWER." My need for men went instantly out the door because she knew everything about everything that I didn't know. Not to mention she's a knock out, and I can testify that most guys that start as Lindsey's friend, fall hopelessly in love with her. She is THAAAT amazing. It's true.

Bry- This stallion of a man first started as my hometeacher. Upon meeting Bryan, my roommates and I were instantly all hypnotized by his spiritual aura and infected by the "venom of hopeless love and devotion" he projects when his lips pucker. But once the whimsical sting of the bite finally dies down, you can love him for what he really is... or has. Did I mention that Bryan has a "hot boy jeep?" Esta bueno! I like it muy much! Not to mention Bryan is the only person I can do a phone shimmy for across the USA, to which he would do one back. That's friendship guys. In all reality, I love you Bry... and you know why. You were my relationship Yoda. You will always hold a special place in my heart... that I will purposefully take out and smash just so I can kiss it better. :*

Barty-Boy- Ya, don't stand too close to the edge of a cliff around this one, because he might just be the first person to push you off, so that he can run in heroic, supersonic speed just to catch you below in front of a crowd of poor, innocent single women that he has deviously herded, so that his muscles rip his shirt on impact with just the right technicality so as to expose his magnificently ripped body... and then make YOU pay for a new shirt. Woah- how accurate is that description? All kidding aside... things don't really change much. Well, at least that's what he pays me to say. So in effort to keep his ego in check (and realizing it is opposite day), I can tell you what he isn't. He isn't intelligent, he isn't a great analyzer, he isn't kind (at all!!!), he won't be there for you in an instant's notice, which is why he most definitely isn't one of my best friends. Punk!

Nate- See I can't even kid around on this one, because Nate is just amazing and my conscious would eternally punish me for any and all untruths (even if they were in jest)! The methods his mother used to raised him, should elevate her into instant sainthood and fame, with a peppering of endless motivational speaking assignments for mothers everywhere, where at the end an unveiling of Nate's picture would cause mothers to clap and shout phrases like "I believe!" I have to say though, my favorite thing Nate's mother taught him was when they were mad, she would tell them to stand in front of the mirror and say "I'm a cheerful, happy person!" three times. Brilliance... and well, it worked... unless that a spell or a hex she cast? Kidding... you are a cheerful, happy person who will always have my utmost respect.

Moss- Um, so... who knows how we got to be such good friend, especially seeing as how we only hung out in the same town for like 2 months. Most of our friendship was over the phone, which is so atypical. But the reason I love Brian is that he is one of the funniest and down-to-earth guys I know. He's the type of person that if something crazy happens to you, and you wonder if it happened to anyone else... it happened to Brian... and then was canonized into such a tall-tale script that Mormon filmmakers wanted to shoot it. Um, that's actually true, by the way! Still over the years he's one of my closest friends. And despite my many, many... many attempts to set him up with my friends, he still keeps calling and thinks I'm cool... or maybe it's because he thinks I have more friends to set him up with. I see now...

Zi- Zi is my "kindred" that vanishes, and then reappears, and then vanishes and then reappears. But oh the stories we tell during that reuniting. I met this one in the mish. She found me all tied up into Mosaic-law-abiding knots and quickly unwound my "phone cord." We were besties from the start, because there was no one else that would ever have made service in the basement of the Binghamton hospital fun. Discussions on everything and anything. I love, LOVE her view of the world. I also love that I get to have my opinion too (even if it is completely opposite) and we have never even come close to judging each other for the differences, but instead give each other incredible respect. I also loved that those in the mish who bet against us getting along had to suck it, because what seemed unlikely to them, made so much sense to us. Miss you girl... reappear already or let me in on your invisibility cloak.

Ok... well that's it for now. I know I didn't get to everyone, but it's 5pm and Camille does not work late on Friday nights! So I'm sure there will be more to come.