Random Ramblings.

I feel obligated to post today. Because “someone” said I don’t post often enough. 😛 So I’m going back to our dear friend plinky.
Just because I need some inspiration.
Actually, I’m getting inspiration through my brain. Nevermind. Sorry, Plinky!

I’ve decided to write a story. About how I met my friends. The first friend I will write about is none other than Kay-Kay! We’ve known each other since… well, that’s what this post is about, isn’t it?
And now, without further ado, I present to you:

How I met: Kaitlyn.

(Kaitlyn is the bottom right.)
When I was six years old, we (my family) moved to the house that we live in currently. That Sunday, was the first time I met her. I don’t remember much about this particular time, other than she didn’t sit by me. I really don’t know much about our past as far as our six year old stories go, so I will skip ahead to a few years later.
We were about eight. I had officially become a friend of some sort, to her. But I felt like such a third wheel, because she already HAD a best friend. Oh sure, we hung out together sometimes, but I always felt somewhat un-included. Like I had to be there, they were forced to play with me. They also had American Girl Dolls. Oh, how I loved those dolls! I remember that Christmas I got one. Best. Christmas. Ever.
One particularly painful memory that I harbor inside was when Kay-Kay’s best friend had a birthday. I had no knowledge of it at all, and i felt terrible. It was like I didn’t deserve to know about her aging. What’s weirdest is it doesn’t have any significance whatsoever, but I felt crushed. I would have loved, loved LOVED to get her a present. But I digress.
I also remember the time at church I looked over and Kaitlyn was laughing at me. Oh boy. It hurt, and for a while I avoided her. But apparently, we were supposed to be friends because sooner or later, I came around and we became fast friends. I remember having sleepovers at her house and how much fun we had. We wrote a song, (About chicken, no less) and had screaming contests. One time, her older brother came in and tickled us with- a cat toy. Ah, good times, good times. And so we’ve come so far.
We now like going to Wal-Mart together and sticky noting. We also like fake accents and dancing to our song in the car.
Thanks Falinda Jo. It’s been real! We also have nicknames in case you didn’t pick that one up. Here’s to many more years of Wal-Mart and other crazy stuff.
I will post about another friend soon, but first I have to ask if I can tell about the first night we met. Don’t worry, the police isn’t involved. 🙂

-DQ#1

Random Ramblings.

I feel obligated to post today. Because “someone” said I don’t post often enough. 😛 So I’m going back to our dear friend plinky.
Just because I need some inspiration.
Actually, I’m getting inspiration through my brain. Nevermind. Sorry, Plinky!

I’ve decided to write a story. About how I met my friends. The first friend I will write about is none other than Kay-Kay! We’ve known each other since… well, that’s what this post is about, isn’t it?
And now, without further ado, I present to you:

How I met: Kaitlyn.

(Kaitlyn is the bottom right.)
When I was six years old, we (my family) moved to the house that we live in currently. That Sunday, was the first time I met her. I don’t remember much about this particular time, other than she didn’t sit by me. I really don’t know much about our past as far as our six year old stories go, so I will skip ahead to a few years later.
We were about eight. I had officially become a friend of some sort, to her. But I felt like such a third wheel, because she already HAD a best friend. Oh sure, we hung out together sometimes, but I always felt somewhat un-included. Like I had to be there, they were forced to play with me. They also had American Girl Dolls. Oh, how I loved those dolls! I remember that Christmas I got one. Best. Christmas. Ever.
One particularly painful memory that I harbor inside was when Kay-Kay’s best friend had a birthday. I had no knowledge of it at all, and i felt terrible. It was like I didn’t deserve to know about her aging. What’s weirdest is it doesn’t have any significance whatsoever, but I felt crushed. I would have loved, loved LOVED to get her a present. But I digress.
I also remember the time at church I looked over and Kaitlyn was laughing at me. Oh boy. It hurt, and for a while I avoided her. But apparently, we were supposed to be friends because sooner or later, I came around and we became fast friends. I remember having sleepovers at her house and how much fun we had. We wrote a song, (About chicken, no less) and had screaming contests. One time, her older brother came in and tickled us with- a cat toy. Ah, good times, good times. And so we’ve come so far.
We now like going to Wal-Mart together and sticky noting. We also like fake accents and dancing to our song in the car.
Thanks Falinda Jo. It’s been real! We also have nicknames in case you didn’t pick that one up. Here’s to many more years of Wal-Mart and other crazy stuff.
I will post about another friend soon, but first I have to ask if I can tell about the first night we met. Don’t worry, the police isn’t involved. 🙂

-DQ#1

Random Ramblings.

I feel obligated to post today. Because “someone” said I don’t post often enough. 😛 So I’m going back to our dear friend plinky.
Just because I need some inspiration.
Actually, I’m getting inspiration through my brain. Nevermind. Sorry, Plinky!

I’ve decided to write a story. About how I met my friends. The first friend I will write about is none other than Kay-Kay! We’ve known each other since… well, that’s what this post is about, isn’t it?
And now, without further ado, I present to you:

How I met: Kaitlyn.

(Kaitlyn is the bottom right.)
When I was six years old, we (my family) moved to the house that we live in currently. That Sunday, was the first time I met her. I don’t remember much about this particular time, other than she didn’t sit by me. I really don’t know much about our past as far as our six year old stories go, so I will skip ahead to a few years later.
We were about eight. I had officially become a friend of some sort, to her. But I felt like such a third wheel, because she already HAD a best friend. Oh sure, we hung out together sometimes, but I always felt somewhat un-included. Like I had to be there, they were forced to play with me. They also had American Girl Dolls. Oh, how I loved those dolls! I remember that Christmas I got one. Best. Christmas. Ever.
One particularly painful memory that I harbor inside was when Kay-Kay’s best friend had a birthday. I had no knowledge of it at all, and i felt terrible. It was like I didn’t deserve to know about her aging. What’s weirdest is it doesn’t have any significance whatsoever, but I felt crushed. I would have loved, loved LOVED to get her a present. But I digress.
I also remember the time at church I looked over and Kaitlyn was laughing at me. Oh boy. It hurt, and for a while I avoided her. But apparently, we were supposed to be friends because sooner or later, I came around and we became fast friends. I remember having sleepovers at her house and how much fun we had. We wrote a song, (About chicken, no less) and had screaming contests. One time, her older brother came in and tickled us with- a cat toy. Ah, good times, good times. And so we’ve come so far.
We now like going to Wal-Mart together and sticky noting. We also like fake accents and dancing to our song in the car.
Thanks Falinda Jo. It’s been real! We also have nicknames in case you didn’t pick that one up. Here’s to many more years of Wal-Mart and other crazy stuff.
I will post about another friend soon, but first I have to ask if I can tell about the first night we met. Don’t worry, the police isn’t involved. 🙂

-DQ#1

Mine, mine, mine.


Okay, total post reconstruction. No, you haven’t seen it already, but I just felt obligated to say it. I’m just weird, okay? But- you knew that!!!!
Moving on.
As I was writing this post for the first time, I was thinking about my friends, and how shockingly lucky I was to have stumbled somewhat clumsily into them. I’ll still post about that, but perhaps not as stupid and cheesy- sounding as my first attempt was. Sound good?
Good.
Glad we’re on the same page.
We’ve all heard the quotes- “Best friends are hard to find, and harder to keep”, or maybe “Friends are like four-leafed-clovers. Hard to find, lucky to have!” Crap like that. Is friendship really that hard? Is it that much of a challenge to find someone who understands and likes to be with you? For me, it has always seemed relatively easy. How I found my friends:
I was myself.
How I have kept my friends:
I am still myself.
I mean, I’ve changed some things, but their so microscopic that I would have changed eventually. It really isn’t difficult, is it? Am I just crazy, or do my friends just feel so bad for me that… nevermind.
I have different “brands” of friends I guess… I have
A friend who takes me to Wal-Mart. Oh, boy. When we go to Wal-Mart… Let’s just say things happen. We cause excitement. Haha.
I have a friend who brings the little kid out in me. Like flying plastic bag kites in the rain. And making those melty bead things. I’m serious. It’s nice to be able to rewind my life for an afternoon.
And I love having sleepovers, and having long and serious talks, and goofing off.
One drawback, however, is that I can never remember how I met my friends, and I want to. I remember one of them, but I won’t tell right now…All I’ll tell you is it involved a late night, nose plugging, and smooching citrus. I kid you not. Maybe I’ll tell the full story later… with permission of course. :DDD
I have another friend that is a mixture of pretty much everything, but she doesn’t go to Wally World with me. Bwahahahaha. But, she happens to give the nicest hugs known to man. 😉
But, alas, there are lost friends. There is one particular that I am most depressed about. I actually anguish over this one. We were friends since preschool, and throughout the course of elementary we grew closer and closer. We never had a fight, but we were often stuck somewhere in them, between other friends we had. But, due to my incurable case of occasional extreme brattiness, I became a jerk. We slowly drifted apart, but at the time it seemed perfectly normal, nothing on the surface had been damaged, even though on the inside things were changing. Then the last straw came. I went off to junior high, and she stayed within the comforting folds of our school. Seventh grade really screwed me up, because I had become a big-headed person and when I visited I was a regular brat, filled with the ways of seventh grade, and I was so full of myself I guess I didn’t realize we had drifted so much. I still considered her my best friend, but I actually was the farthest thing from. Then I stopped coming. And I realized something.
It was gone.
Best friend was just a lonely hope, lost somewhere in the bonds of time.
I am so, so sorry. If you ever decide to read this blog and stumble upon this post, please know that I feel so sorry that I treated you the way I did. I wish almost every day I could go back and fix things. Please accept this apology, and I love you and I hope you can forgive me someday. I miss hanging out. I miss using opour lopanguopage. You know what I’m saying. I miss discussing Nouns and Verbs, and their colors. I miss you.

-DQ#1

Mine, mine, mine.


Okay, total post reconstruction. No, you haven’t seen it already, but I just felt obligated to say it. I’m just weird, okay? But- you knew that!!!!
Moving on.
As I was writing this post for the first time, I was thinking about my friends, and how shockingly lucky I was to have stumbled somewhat clumsily into them. I’ll still post about that, but perhaps not as stupid and cheesy- sounding as my first attempt was. Sound good?
Good.
Glad we’re on the same page.
We’ve all heard the quotes- “Best friends are hard to find, and harder to keep”, or maybe “Friends are like four-leafed-clovers. Hard to find, lucky to have!” Crap like that. Is friendship really that hard? Is it that much of a challenge to find someone who understands and likes to be with you? For me, it has always seemed relatively easy. How I found my friends:
I was myself.
How I have kept my friends:
I am still myself.
I mean, I’ve changed some things, but their so microscopic that I would have changed eventually. It really isn’t difficult, is it? Am I just crazy, or do my friends just feel so bad for me that… nevermind.
I have different “brands” of friends I guess… I have
A friend who takes me to Wal-Mart. Oh, boy. When we go to Wal-Mart… Let’s just say things happen. We cause excitement. Haha.
I have a friend who brings the little kid out in me. Like flying plastic bag kites in the rain. And making those melty bead things. I’m serious. It’s nice to be able to rewind my life for an afternoon.
And I love having sleepovers, and having long and serious talks, and goofing off.
One drawback, however, is that I can never remember how I met my friends, and I want to. I remember one of them, but I won’t tell right now…All I’ll tell you is it involved a late night, nose plugging, and smooching citrus. I kid you not. Maybe I’ll tell the full story later… with permission of course. :DDD
I have another friend that is a mixture of pretty much everything, but she doesn’t go to Wally World with me. Bwahahahaha. But, she happens to give the nicest hugs known to man. 😉
But, alas, there are lost friends. There is one particular that I am most depressed about. I actually anguish over this one. We were friends since preschool, and throughout the course of elementary we grew closer and closer. We never had a fight, but we were often stuck somewhere in them, between other friends we had. But, due to my incurable case of occasional extreme brattiness, I became a jerk. We slowly drifted apart, but at the time it seemed perfectly normal, nothing on the surface had been damaged, even though on the inside things were changing. Then the last straw came. I went off to junior high, and she stayed within the comforting folds of our school. Seventh grade really screwed me up, because I had become a big-headed person and when I visited I was a regular brat, filled with the ways of seventh grade, and I was so full of myself I guess I didn’t realize we had drifted so much. I still considered her my best friend, but I actually was the farthest thing from. Then I stopped coming. And I realized something.
It was gone.
Best friend was just a lonely hope, lost somewhere in the bonds of time.
I am so, so sorry. If you ever decide to read this blog and stumble upon this post, please know that I feel so sorry that I treated you the way I did. I wish almost every day I could go back and fix things. Please accept this apology, and I love you and I hope you can forgive me someday. I miss hanging out. I miss using opour lopanguopage. You know what I’m saying. I miss discussing Nouns and Verbs, and their colors. I miss you.

-DQ#1

Mine, mine, mine.


Okay, total post reconstruction. No, you haven’t seen it already, but I just felt obligated to say it. I’m just weird, okay? But- you knew that!!!!
Moving on.
As I was writing this post for the first time, I was thinking about my friends, and how shockingly lucky I was to have stumbled somewhat clumsily into them. I’ll still post about that, but perhaps not as stupid and cheesy- sounding as my first attempt was. Sound good?
Good.
Glad we’re on the same page.
We’ve all heard the quotes- “Best friends are hard to find, and harder to keep”, or maybe “Friends are like four-leafed-clovers. Hard to find, lucky to have!” Crap like that. Is friendship really that hard? Is it that much of a challenge to find someone who understands and likes to be with you? For me, it has always seemed relatively easy. How I found my friends:
I was myself.
How I have kept my friends:
I am still myself.
I mean, I’ve changed some things, but their so microscopic that I would have changed eventually. It really isn’t difficult, is it? Am I just crazy, or do my friends just feel so bad for me that… nevermind.
I have different “brands” of friends I guess… I have
A friend who takes me to Wal-Mart. Oh, boy. When we go to Wal-Mart… Let’s just say things happen. We cause excitement. Haha.
I have a friend who brings the little kid out in me. Like flying plastic bag kites in the rain. And making those melty bead things. I’m serious. It’s nice to be able to rewind my life for an afternoon.
And I love having sleepovers, and having long and serious talks, and goofing off.
One drawback, however, is that I can never remember how I met my friends, and I want to. I remember one of them, but I won’t tell right now…All I’ll tell you is it involved a late night, nose plugging, and smooching citrus. I kid you not. Maybe I’ll tell the full story later… with permission of course. :DDD
I have another friend that is a mixture of pretty much everything, but she doesn’t go to Wally World with me. Bwahahahaha. But, she happens to give the nicest hugs known to man. 😉
But, alas, there are lost friends. There is one particular that I am most depressed about. I actually anguish over this one. We were friends since preschool, and throughout the course of elementary we grew closer and closer. We never had a fight, but we were often stuck somewhere in them, between other friends we had. But, due to my incurable case of occasional extreme brattiness, I became a jerk. We slowly drifted apart, but at the time it seemed perfectly normal, nothing on the surface had been damaged, even though on the inside things were changing. Then the last straw came. I went off to junior high, and she stayed within the comforting folds of our school. Seventh grade really screwed me up, because I had become a big-headed person and when I visited I was a regular brat, filled with the ways of seventh grade, and I was so full of myself I guess I didn’t realize we had drifted so much. I still considered her my best friend, but I actually was the farthest thing from. Then I stopped coming. And I realized something.
It was gone.
Best friend was just a lonely hope, lost somewhere in the bonds of time.
I am so, so sorry. If you ever decide to read this blog and stumble upon this post, please know that I feel so sorry that I treated you the way I did. I wish almost every day I could go back and fix things. Please accept this apology, and I love you and I hope you can forgive me someday. I miss hanging out. I miss using opour lopanguopage. You know what I’m saying. I miss discussing Nouns and Verbs, and their colors. I miss you.

-DQ#1

Mutually disapointed.


Obviously I had a birthday, making me officially 14 years of age. And so, naturally I became a Mermaid. A Mia Maid really, but… long story. Anyway, Wednesday was my first Mutual activity as a Mia Maid! But, instead of doing anything particularly fun, exciting or stimulating, we…
Planned.
Planned for the month, planned for the year, planned for whatever. If I had remembered this, I bet it would have been more fun, due to the fact that (hopefully) I would have had more ideas. But alas, none to much came to mind. Hardly anything, come to think of it. But whatever, moving on.
I was kinda uncertain, seeing as how I was new to the whole Mia Maid division, and a small part of me wanted to be welcomed into this new segment with more enthusiasm. I got a few heys, and welcome to Mermaids, pretty much the usual. I was slightly taken aback, because it seemed like the other Mia Maids got more of a fanfare. But I will move on.
The whole time, it seemed like the Beehives were silently (and sometimes verbally) teasing/ mocking us. Was it just because of me? What did I do, grow? What’s bad about that?
I wish my ideas were more listened to. I still think cardboard sledding would have been fun.

-DQ#1

Mutually disapointed.


Obviously I had a birthday, making me officially 14 years of age. And so, naturally I became a Mermaid. A Mia Maid really, but… long story. Anyway, Wednesday was my first Mutual activity as a Mia Maid! But, instead of doing anything particularly fun, exciting or stimulating, we…
Planned.
Planned for the month, planned for the year, planned for whatever. If I had remembered this, I bet it would have been more fun, due to the fact that (hopefully) I would have had more ideas. But alas, none to much came to mind. Hardly anything, come to think of it. But whatever, moving on.
I was kinda uncertain, seeing as how I was new to the whole Mia Maid division, and a small part of me wanted to be welcomed into this new segment with more enthusiasm. I got a few heys, and welcome to Mermaids, pretty much the usual. I was slightly taken aback, because it seemed like the other Mia Maids got more of a fanfare. But I will move on.
The whole time, it seemed like the Beehives were silently (and sometimes verbally) teasing/ mocking us. Was it just because of me? What did I do, grow? What’s bad about that?
I wish my ideas were more listened to. I still think cardboard sledding would have been fun.

-DQ#1

Mutually disapointed.


Obviously I had a birthday, making me officially 14 years of age. And so, naturally I became a Mermaid. A Mia Maid really, but… long story. Anyway, Wednesday was my first Mutual activity as a Mia Maid! But, instead of doing anything particularly fun, exciting or stimulating, we…
Planned.
Planned for the month, planned for the year, planned for whatever. If I had remembered this, I bet it would have been more fun, due to the fact that (hopefully) I would have had more ideas. But alas, none to much came to mind. Hardly anything, come to think of it. But whatever, moving on.
I was kinda uncertain, seeing as how I was new to the whole Mia Maid division, and a small part of me wanted to be welcomed into this new segment with more enthusiasm. I got a few heys, and welcome to Mermaids, pretty much the usual. I was slightly taken aback, because it seemed like the other Mia Maids got more of a fanfare. But I will move on.
The whole time, it seemed like the Beehives were silently (and sometimes verbally) teasing/ mocking us. Was it just because of me? What did I do, grow? What’s bad about that?
I wish my ideas were more listened to. I still think cardboard sledding would have been fun.

-DQ#1