From formspring! I’d feel too creepy to post this on the whole interwebs, so I’m making you on here (HI, EVA) suffer this :D YAAAAAAAAAY! I have 3 best friends, their names are Meghan, Eva, and Joby, and they are my heroes. No one really understands any of these relationships, and I CONSTANTLY hear how “You CAN’T still be friends with (INSERT NAME OF ONE OF THREE BEST FRIENDS), no way!” and to them I say, YES WAY. Evs (SUP, EVA) posted this really sweet explanation of why I (and maybe a few other, I can’t recall :p) are awesome, so I thought I’d do the same. Here. Where 3 people will read it.
GOING CHRONOLOGICALLY, I WILL START WITH EVA.
We met in 6th grade, while I was plotting the demise of a certain fellow student with a heinous golden coat. We chatted and whatnot, but I don’t believe we really came to be such AWESOME friends until near the end of 10th grade, and really this year, despite its epic rockiness. She’s the one person I know who is willing to kick me in the face when I deserve it. She holds me responsible for my actions and doesn’t take any crap. She makes me be a better person than I want to be, at times XD She is also the one person I can completely bitch too and she’ll listen and try and help. She’s incredibly gorgeous, and so smart, but so darn shy :( It’s somewhat upsetting to see such a great person get all clammy around new folk, when I know she just CANNOT shut up with witty remarks at other times :p We’re going to be college roomies and continue to suck at math together. She has this incredible inner strength, and she will fight so hard for those she cares about. She has forgiven me, and helped me, at times when I honestly couldn’t forgive myself. She always gets me. She makes me laugh so much, and I never feel as carefree as I do when we’re hanging out. She also just has this amazing amount of character. I would’ve volvo’d myself off several cliffs long ago, if not for her and her diet coke :] She is the Frollo to my Quasi, and we go together like B*Witched to my Ludacris. Yeah. AKA- Evs, Emo, Tin Man, Electric SlIIIIIIIide.
Job, Job, Job. What can I say about this crazy young man? Well, to begin, he’s annoying. But he is also fucking fantastic. He was the best Beast I could ever hope to play opposite against. He has a lovely voice, though he will do that creepy shoulder-squirm and deny it all day long. He is so damn funny, and clever, and silly. Lately he hasn’t been so silly, but he has become so incredibly strong. He has overcome obstacles that would have left me collapsed on the floor, and still supports all the rest of us. He has the biggest heart, not literally just size wise, of anyone I know. He is frighteningly smart, and terrifying and amazing to have debates, er, discussions with. Lots of folk want me to be dislike him, but they don’t know the real him, I don’t think. He inspires me. He also keeps me grounded, and will listen to me rant but never lets me get out of hand. He was still willing to be my friend after I treated him terribly. This will sound cheesy as frak, but really, he’s just the most beautiful person I’ve ever known. He is the snappy Z-Formation to my hair flip. AKA- Jobidiah, Melinda, Mini Me, Melmini, JoJo, Babycakes, Tallywally.
My fiancée. I don’t know what else to say, she’s indescribable. So strong, so funny, so beautiful, with the best voice of anyone I’ve ever met. Sitting in the Millennium Falcon, listening to her harmonize with Backstreet Boys is my version of going to a concert. She’s that good. We are literally meant to be. She’s the enzyme my substrate is meant to be bonded to. She’s so strong and lovely and she cares far far too much. She doesn’t believe me when I tell her what an incredible person she is though, and that breaks my heart. But it’s OK, because I promised her I would make her see the her that I do. I swear I will. I am beyond proud to be her Co-Captain. The dancing noodles to my cheesy dinosaur. AKA- Megiggles, Manthony, My dearest heart, Puddin’ Pop, Manth.