Tonights post will be about the one and only
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AKA
GIDGETTTTTTTT :3
I'm gonna start this wayy back. I met this girl at NyanKat's 13th birthday party and she was the cutest thing :3. Since forever ago when she had her hair long and not choppy or dyed. And what really stuck out to me? DAT NAME!!! Really. Tell me guys, how many people do you know named Gidget? Exactly. ANYWAY we spent the day in Roosevelt Field mall dancing and stuff at Club Libby Lu (RIP) and she was so cool!
Then I didn't see her until NyanKat's sweet 16 where we trolled around having a poke war between people dancing (trollolol).
And then I didn't see her until we started college this past fall, on the 2nd day of classes. And since then we really hit it off.
She's such a wonderful, intelligent, caring, sweet, random, and loving person. And I am so freaking happy that I actually know her now. We were really brought together with unfortunate greek ish. And everything else keeps us there. The amount of times shes been there to me might just be too damn high (lol jk, never high enough!). Not only that, shes wonderful at english and writing, and poetry, and is a HUGE fan of the band Coheed and Cambria.
I really love everything about her from her skittley to her insanely active personality. I think my favorite times with her have been whenever we just have talks about life. I love talks about life and the way things are going and the economy and our government, and little things we actually do pick up from lectures...everything. We talk about it. I love it.
Ok really. I'm going to write a very specific time. Once when we were at her dorm. that entire day actually. When we started out to meet a beauty guru I follow on youtube. And we went to a fancy McDonalds and finally ended up at her dorm. It was a lovely day really. We had a day long talk about how everything was going on in our lives and it was really and truly meaningful. I believe that day solidified our bond, and maybe there will be more days like that to solidify it more than I thought possible. But that day will forever remain in my heart no matter what happens to us.
I could go on and on about really great time's we've had together, but I wont because that would become a book and no one else would read it and I'm also pretty lazy. I feel so blessed to have friends like her in my arsenal. Like all of my friends, I she should never be hurt. Ever. She and my other friends don't deserve it. Only happy things like rainbows and butterflies forever. Everyone needs a friend like her in their lives. She's one of the friends that balances out my extreme feelings into situations my brain can handle.
We're going to have many mother effing more swag days like we have had in the past because they're always fun and enjoyable. And even though we've only just gotten to know each other in just the past few months, she's a keeper!
"Lovely Rita meeter maid where would I be without you?"
- The Beatles
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Happy Happy
Joi Joi!!
Joi is this wonderful girl I met through my bestie Domi years ago. She claims to be a sweetheart, but she'll let you know otherwise if you get on her bad side. She is super freaking awesome at making dolls and doing just about anything on a sewing machine.
DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON DDR AND DANCE CENTRAL. This girl will tear up the mat. Have you guys every played DDR at home with the fold up mats? Well, shes broken some and shes danced on one to the point that you can't see the fold lines. Yes. She danced it flimsy. It couldn't handler her. I believe she plays on heavy. How did she get there? I don't know!!! How does one even get past light?? I have yet to figure it out for myself.
There have been so many random times that I've had with her from her stalking my cheer practice to finding me after practice and asking me for the time like i wouldn't recognize her voice (>.<), to getting the cutest little doll from her as a present. I remember having little sleepovers together and playing DDR and pokemon.
Why is she so awesome? Because shes so random and true to what she says. A lot of people would say something kinda weird and take it back because its kinda weird and then we are left to figure out if it was true that they meant it or not. Shes straight forward with herself from the beginning. You don't like it? Keep it moving buddy!
She's that crazy-er yet loving and random friend that everyone needs. And if you can't handle her? That's just too bad. You're missing out big time.
I love this girl so much. there are things that she just knows just because and I love that. I can count on her for a smile even in my most morbid thoughts and feels.
I wish for her to have everything. Everything wonderful she could ever want. And her and Domi need to come visit me at work to see all the a&f styled Bodies we have waiting to talk to them. :3
Step cross step together :P
Joi is this wonderful girl I met through my bestie Domi years ago. She claims to be a sweetheart, but she'll let you know otherwise if you get on her bad side. She is super freaking awesome at making dolls and doing just about anything on a sewing machine.
DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON DDR AND DANCE CENTRAL. This girl will tear up the mat. Have you guys every played DDR at home with the fold up mats? Well, shes broken some and shes danced on one to the point that you can't see the fold lines. Yes. She danced it flimsy. It couldn't handler her. I believe she plays on heavy. How did she get there? I don't know!!! How does one even get past light?? I have yet to figure it out for myself.
There have been so many random times that I've had with her from her stalking my cheer practice to finding me after practice and asking me for the time like i wouldn't recognize her voice (>.<), to getting the cutest little doll from her as a present. I remember having little sleepovers together and playing DDR and pokemon.
Why is she so awesome? Because shes so random and true to what she says. A lot of people would say something kinda weird and take it back because its kinda weird and then we are left to figure out if it was true that they meant it or not. Shes straight forward with herself from the beginning. You don't like it? Keep it moving buddy!
She's that crazy-er yet loving and random friend that everyone needs. And if you can't handle her? That's just too bad. You're missing out big time.
I love this girl so much. there are things that she just knows just because and I love that. I can count on her for a smile even in my most morbid thoughts and feels.
I wish for her to have everything. Everything wonderful she could ever want. And her and Domi need to come visit me at work to see all the a&f styled Bodies we have waiting to talk to them. :3
Step cross step together :P
Monday, March 26, 2012
Mike the Moose
My title wasn't too obscure today because I wanna cut to the chase.
Mike is probably the sweetest guy I know. Yeah, I'm gonna be all embarrassing and pull the "sweet" card. But its true. He has such a big heart and its in the right place. I remember when I met him in middle school and we would just have the most random conversations and laugh.
Why is this guy so special to me? Hes probably the other guy I'll always love no matter what. I don't like seeing him hurt. He only deserves the absolute best kind of girl in my opinion.Of all the people that don't deserve to get hurt, he is pretty up there on my list. It simply breaks my heart whenever a girl doesn't see why he's so wonderful. Hes one of those guys that can't do wrong in a relationship in my opinion.
My absolute most distinct moment with him was once when we went out karaokeing with some friends and we sing of duet of Makes Me Wonder by Maroon 5 while skipping and running around the room singing to our friends. Moments like those are what I look forward to when we do hang out out.
There have been times when we had serious conversations about life, about our futures, about how we want to make a difference in the world. Although we never seemed to get through with our "Another Voice" plan, those talks fuel my beliefs (and my serious issues blog) today. For that I am thankful. I'm thankful for the wonderful days where we'd talk about our love lives. When he'd give me such brotherly advice. When I'd try to cheer him up with my ipod. Our long aim conversations. Everything about our past.
I miss this guy and I wish he weren't so far out of the way for college. But I know he's up there doing big things and I couldn't be happier for him. I know he has a bright future ahead of himself with his determination and attitude on life. And If you're reading this, know that I miss you tons and it is necessary that we do something this summer.
Moose and Panda swag! :P
Mike is probably the sweetest guy I know. Yeah, I'm gonna be all embarrassing and pull the "sweet" card. But its true. He has such a big heart and its in the right place. I remember when I met him in middle school and we would just have the most random conversations and laugh.
Why is this guy so special to me? Hes probably the other guy I'll always love no matter what. I don't like seeing him hurt. He only deserves the absolute best kind of girl in my opinion.Of all the people that don't deserve to get hurt, he is pretty up there on my list. It simply breaks my heart whenever a girl doesn't see why he's so wonderful. Hes one of those guys that can't do wrong in a relationship in my opinion.
My absolute most distinct moment with him was once when we went out karaokeing with some friends and we sing of duet of Makes Me Wonder by Maroon 5 while skipping and running around the room singing to our friends. Moments like those are what I look forward to when we do hang out out.
There have been times when we had serious conversations about life, about our futures, about how we want to make a difference in the world. Although we never seemed to get through with our "Another Voice" plan, those talks fuel my beliefs (and my serious issues blog) today. For that I am thankful. I'm thankful for the wonderful days where we'd talk about our love lives. When he'd give me such brotherly advice. When I'd try to cheer him up with my ipod. Our long aim conversations. Everything about our past.
I miss this guy and I wish he weren't so far out of the way for college. But I know he's up there doing big things and I couldn't be happier for him. I know he has a bright future ahead of himself with his determination and attitude on life. And If you're reading this, know that I miss you tons and it is necessary that we do something this summer.
Moose and Panda swag! :P
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Old people and Dancing and Pink and Unicorns
The post tonight will be about my lovely friend Nicole :3
I love and miss this girl so much!! She was probably my most closest friend in 6th grade and I still love and miss her dearly. She isn't very far from me, but I sure don't get to see her as often as I would like to.
Shes a wonderful friend of mine from the random pictures of old people she'd draw to her old Hilary Duff obsession, to her love of the color pink and dancing. Hanging out with her is never boring. She knows a hell of a lot about me. She is one of those people that can bring a smile in just about any situation.
We've had a few fun times together. Once I slept over at her house. We went swimming in her pool, played random board games, watched some movies, and had a classic fun time. I remember working on a science fair project together in 6th grade about what can be smelled through balloons. My Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants themed 13th birthday party. Her birthday parties. When we went to the beach a 2 summers ago. And especially when we went karaoking last spring break.We sing some High School Musical songs and danced around the room. (We're all in this together!)
Shes an amazing person that's goal oriented, family centered, and just tons of fun to be around. Even though she likes to give me hugs that kill my back (XD) I still love her. She has a lovely dog named Roxie who I also miss :(. This unicorn is a roaring ball of energy just waiting for something to concentrate on.
I'm going to love this girl no matter what because no matter how much we gap in seeing each other, we still talk. We still have a strong friendship. We still try to get out there and hang out. We both still try no matter how difficult it gets. I'll always love and appreciate that.
Honestly, I hate not really seeing her :(. And it seriously needs to change so that we do see each other. But after we ace our semesters :). (Double Date anyone?). And if there's one thing you should know its that I MISS YOU SO FREAKING MUCH!!! And I don't care, we're doing something fun this summer!!
"As we go on we remember all the times we've had together. And as our lives change for whatever we will still be friends forever"
- Graduation (Friends Forever) by Vitamin C
I love and miss this girl so much!! She was probably my most closest friend in 6th grade and I still love and miss her dearly. She isn't very far from me, but I sure don't get to see her as often as I would like to.
Shes a wonderful friend of mine from the random pictures of old people she'd draw to her old Hilary Duff obsession, to her love of the color pink and dancing. Hanging out with her is never boring. She knows a hell of a lot about me. She is one of those people that can bring a smile in just about any situation.
We've had a few fun times together. Once I slept over at her house. We went swimming in her pool, played random board games, watched some movies, and had a classic fun time. I remember working on a science fair project together in 6th grade about what can be smelled through balloons. My Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants themed 13th birthday party. Her birthday parties. When we went to the beach a 2 summers ago. And especially when we went karaoking last spring break.We sing some High School Musical songs and danced around the room. (We're all in this together!)
Shes an amazing person that's goal oriented, family centered, and just tons of fun to be around. Even though she likes to give me hugs that kill my back (XD) I still love her. She has a lovely dog named Roxie who I also miss :(. This unicorn is a roaring ball of energy just waiting for something to concentrate on.
I'm going to love this girl no matter what because no matter how much we gap in seeing each other, we still talk. We still have a strong friendship. We still try to get out there and hang out. We both still try no matter how difficult it gets. I'll always love and appreciate that.
Honestly, I hate not really seeing her :(. And it seriously needs to change so that we do see each other. But after we ace our semesters :). (Double Date anyone?). And if there's one thing you should know its that I MISS YOU SO FREAKING MUCH!!! And I don't care, we're doing something fun this summer!!
"As we go on we remember all the times we've had together. And as our lives change for whatever we will still be friends forever"
- Graduation (Friends Forever) by Vitamin C
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Unexpected Friendship
Here is my post about my good friend Blake (Charlie).
Some may say we have an unlikely friendship, and they might be right. He's different than the friends I've posted about already, and the ones I'll post about later. If you look closely, most of them are friends that know everything about me. Although he probably doesn't know that much about me, nor do I know too much about him, he's been a great friend through the years.
When we first acknowledged each other in 8th grade, I'm not going to lie. I didn't like him for the most part. That's because our friendship has always been reminiscent of siblings and play fighting. I didn't really like that sort of thing. Why? I don't know maybe because I'm EXTREMELY ticklish and I didn't like the surprise of being tickled in the middle of a hug >.< (I had to get used to that over time because people don't stop ticking me until they get hurt -_____-). ANYWAY. I disliked that. No shame. And well there was teasing and other stupid things...but you probably get the picture.
By the time I transferred out of my middle school that became a high school after freshman year I guess our play fights calmed down. That was getting close to a risky back surgery he was getting closer to. He has a back problem that made his spine curve forwards and in that effect, it was crushing the organs in his ribcage. The surgery was meant to straighten out his back with the help of steel/metal (some sort of thing like that) rods. We talked on the phone way more. We hung out in a group of our middle school friends way more and blah. But one specific time I appreciate a hell of a lot was Valentine's Day that year.
For those of you who don't know, Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday. And that one was especially anticipated by me. Why? That was the first one I was actually in a relationship with someone. I was excited for a while for what my boyfriend and I would do that day but unfortunately, my boyfriend at the time wasn't able to spend the day with me because of a family thing. Of course I wasn't (and I'm still not) angry with him. I wasn't his fault or anything, something just came up. So, the night before Valentine's Day when I spoke to Blake he asked what my boyfriend and I would be doing. After I told him what happened he told me that he wouldn't let me sit alone all day at home and he went to find out what our other friends are doing (since Valentines Day fell on a Saturday anyway) and we could all possibly hang out.
Sure enough, he did. And we all ended up going to the movies, seeing Friday the 13th (the reboot that year) and just having a fun time all day. That is something I'll appreciate forever. Even after a lot of stupid things he says to make fun of me or any stupid jokes I'm always going to care about him like an older brother.
After his back surgery a few weeks later, I made it a point one Saturday to visit him. That was such a difficult day to get stuff done. So. I was going to go and do my hair because it was just that weekend that it needed to happen. I don't know what was wrong with that beauty salon but I was there from when it opened at 9am till when I FINALLY left after sunset because they are beyond stupid (I've stopped going there by the way). Honestly, doing my hair isn't an all day thing. They just had no sense of keeping customer loyalty.
In any event, I made it a point to get over there no matter how late it was just because I wanted to see that he was alright. When we went to see him, I picked up 2 of our friends because they were worried as well. And when we go to his room I can't possibly tell you how great it was to see him doing so well. His back was finally straightened out. And now he was actually taller than me (I was and still am around 5'6''-5'7'' and a half) thanks to the surgery. To me, its one thing to hear he was okay and everything went well than to see it for yourself. Sure. I could have waited for him to come home from the hospital and heal a bit more. But to me, there was some sort of urgency that I just wanted to see for myself that he was okay as soon as possible. I'm happy I did :).
I guess over time I didn't see him as much a while after that. Not that I dislike him or anything. There were a few times that my phone numbers changed. There were also a few situation changes that caused us to to see each other a much. He did leave the city for college and all that. In all honesty, I wish him the best in every positive thing he does. He's a great person as much as I don't go and tell him that all the time (well I guess he'll know now :) ...). I think of that winter during sophomore year as one of the best winter's I've had because of all the times we were all together in that small time frame. It was great seeing him yesterday (even though he pulled a rib tickle on me >.<). Reflecting on some prior conversations that he probably doesn't remember because of his pain medicines and such, he probably told me some important things about myself, and my situation at the time that I didn't recognize until now. I'm thankful for that nonetheless.
And in the future, I just hope we don't have too many more unmarked gaps of time in between.
Some may say we have an unlikely friendship, and they might be right. He's different than the friends I've posted about already, and the ones I'll post about later. If you look closely, most of them are friends that know everything about me. Although he probably doesn't know that much about me, nor do I know too much about him, he's been a great friend through the years.
When we first acknowledged each other in 8th grade, I'm not going to lie. I didn't like him for the most part. That's because our friendship has always been reminiscent of siblings and play fighting. I didn't really like that sort of thing. Why? I don't know maybe because I'm EXTREMELY ticklish and I didn't like the surprise of being tickled in the middle of a hug >.< (I had to get used to that over time because people don't stop ticking me until they get hurt -_____-). ANYWAY. I disliked that. No shame. And well there was teasing and other stupid things...but you probably get the picture.
By the time I transferred out of my middle school that became a high school after freshman year I guess our play fights calmed down. That was getting close to a risky back surgery he was getting closer to. He has a back problem that made his spine curve forwards and in that effect, it was crushing the organs in his ribcage. The surgery was meant to straighten out his back with the help of steel/metal (some sort of thing like that) rods. We talked on the phone way more. We hung out in a group of our middle school friends way more and blah. But one specific time I appreciate a hell of a lot was Valentine's Day that year.
For those of you who don't know, Valentine's Day is my favorite holiday. And that one was especially anticipated by me. Why? That was the first one I was actually in a relationship with someone. I was excited for a while for what my boyfriend and I would do that day but unfortunately, my boyfriend at the time wasn't able to spend the day with me because of a family thing. Of course I wasn't (and I'm still not) angry with him. I wasn't his fault or anything, something just came up. So, the night before Valentine's Day when I spoke to Blake he asked what my boyfriend and I would be doing. After I told him what happened he told me that he wouldn't let me sit alone all day at home and he went to find out what our other friends are doing (since Valentines Day fell on a Saturday anyway) and we could all possibly hang out.
Sure enough, he did. And we all ended up going to the movies, seeing Friday the 13th (the reboot that year) and just having a fun time all day. That is something I'll appreciate forever. Even after a lot of stupid things he says to make fun of me or any stupid jokes I'm always going to care about him like an older brother.
After his back surgery a few weeks later, I made it a point one Saturday to visit him. That was such a difficult day to get stuff done. So. I was going to go and do my hair because it was just that weekend that it needed to happen. I don't know what was wrong with that beauty salon but I was there from when it opened at 9am till when I FINALLY left after sunset because they are beyond stupid (I've stopped going there by the way). Honestly, doing my hair isn't an all day thing. They just had no sense of keeping customer loyalty.
In any event, I made it a point to get over there no matter how late it was just because I wanted to see that he was alright. When we went to see him, I picked up 2 of our friends because they were worried as well. And when we go to his room I can't possibly tell you how great it was to see him doing so well. His back was finally straightened out. And now he was actually taller than me (I was and still am around 5'6''-5'7'' and a half) thanks to the surgery. To me, its one thing to hear he was okay and everything went well than to see it for yourself. Sure. I could have waited for him to come home from the hospital and heal a bit more. But to me, there was some sort of urgency that I just wanted to see for myself that he was okay as soon as possible. I'm happy I did :).
I guess over time I didn't see him as much a while after that. Not that I dislike him or anything. There were a few times that my phone numbers changed. There were also a few situation changes that caused us to to see each other a much. He did leave the city for college and all that. In all honesty, I wish him the best in every positive thing he does. He's a great person as much as I don't go and tell him that all the time (well I guess he'll know now :) ...). I think of that winter during sophomore year as one of the best winter's I've had because of all the times we were all together in that small time frame. It was great seeing him yesterday (even though he pulled a rib tickle on me >.<). Reflecting on some prior conversations that he probably doesn't remember because of his pain medicines and such, he probably told me some important things about myself, and my situation at the time that I didn't recognize until now. I'm thankful for that nonetheless.
And in the future, I just hope we don't have too many more unmarked gaps of time in between.
Friday, March 23, 2012
If you guys haven't noticed...
I've been writing posts about all of my close friends for the past few days. I felt like taking a short break before I finish it all. aka. Taking one day to write a post about why I'm writing these posts.
I love my friends, and if you guys are reading this right now, I LOVE YOU GUYS <3. And I mean that in the truest way possible. No we don't talk every day. No we don't see each other every day. Its that level of comfort that I know I can trust all of you guys on. Its that way that we can talk to each other about most things and still hit a positive conclusion. Its the little instances where we have silly times together and still love each each other.
These little things and more that I don't tell you every day, but I feel in my heart every day. I feel that it is important to tell you guys at some point. Even if its just assumed. Sometimes its nice just being told that or seeing it written out. You guys mean a lot to me. And my writing is just my way of saying "I love and appreciate all of you" even if I don't say it every time we talk, just know that its there.
And to be honest, I feel like I don't tell you guys how I feel enough so I'm making it known for sure.
On to more friendship! :3
I love my friends, and if you guys are reading this right now, I LOVE YOU GUYS <3. And I mean that in the truest way possible. No we don't talk every day. No we don't see each other every day. Its that level of comfort that I know I can trust all of you guys on. Its that way that we can talk to each other about most things and still hit a positive conclusion. Its the little instances where we have silly times together and still love each each other.
These little things and more that I don't tell you every day, but I feel in my heart every day. I feel that it is important to tell you guys at some point. Even if its just assumed. Sometimes its nice just being told that or seeing it written out. You guys mean a lot to me. And my writing is just my way of saying "I love and appreciate all of you" even if I don't say it every time we talk, just know that its there.
And to be honest, I feel like I don't tell you guys how I feel enough so I'm making it known for sure.
On to more friendship! :3
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
A Tree Grows in my Heart
One person I really miss is my tree Lizzie :(.
I remember when I met her in 8th grade and she was the silliest person ever. Soon, we were cheerleading together on a competitive all-star team. And after a sad turn of events for that team, we faded apart :(.
But our friendship didn't fail. This girl always had a thing for the colors brown and green and used to be a sneaker head. I love her through it all.
Weird as this sounds, I feel like she is a friend that I'm real with 100% of the time. If something is on my mind while I'm with her it will be said without a second thought and accepted no matter what. No matter how crazy, how random, how horrible, whatever. It was laid on the table and discussed between us. I'm not saying I'm fake around other people but I feel like who I'm with tends to determine when and how certain things come out slightly. With her It never felt like there had to be "the right moment"...it would just come out in the middle of anything.
Even though we didn't get to see the most of each other in the past 3 years, every time we did see each other we played catch up for hours. Surprisingly she actually knows everything about me too. Probably even more than I know about myself. I'll have to argue that my most memorable moment with her was when she came back from her summer program thing at Syracuse University the summer just before senior year. We had a long heart to heart about everything we missed out on truly talking about. As much as I wish we could have had these conversations as they events occurred it was a wonderful afternoon. It brought me back to when we would crash at her house in her living room and talk about random things and mess around with Tae Bow workout DVDs.
When it comes to Lizzie, I know I can count on her to talk to no matter how much time has gone by in between our last true conversations. I know our views on each other never really change on each other. I know I can expect a serious conversation ending on a positive and progressive note giving me the feeling that I can get up and do something about my problem.
When I look back at our best random times between going to Kings Plaza on random occasions to window shop, or being stalked by all of Scholars' while in Kings Plaza, doing random things at the spur of the moment, her dancing her butt off to "Ass & Tittys" in the Aviator gym, and of course her for real "ROFL" laugh where she is dead rolling on the floor laughing. I see some pretty genuine stuff going on back there and bringing us to today.
I know we won't let each other fade from our lives because our career goals are centered around the same ideas behind education and how to make it better and more accessible; especially in the public schools systems. Bold task? Yup! We can do whatever we set our minds to because Pandas and Trees will always go branch in paw.
We still need to hit up a shopping trip though. I can't wait until we can hang out again for reals so that we can talk and laugh about all the random things that occurred and make a powerful game plan for the future. She inspires me to be everything I can be and more. For that I am grateful to have a friend like her.
Silver, red, and white now and forever...BROOKLYN!
I remember when I met her in 8th grade and she was the silliest person ever. Soon, we were cheerleading together on a competitive all-star team. And after a sad turn of events for that team, we faded apart :(.
But our friendship didn't fail. This girl always had a thing for the colors brown and green and used to be a sneaker head. I love her through it all.
Weird as this sounds, I feel like she is a friend that I'm real with 100% of the time. If something is on my mind while I'm with her it will be said without a second thought and accepted no matter what. No matter how crazy, how random, how horrible, whatever. It was laid on the table and discussed between us. I'm not saying I'm fake around other people but I feel like who I'm with tends to determine when and how certain things come out slightly. With her It never felt like there had to be "the right moment"...it would just come out in the middle of anything.
Even though we didn't get to see the most of each other in the past 3 years, every time we did see each other we played catch up for hours. Surprisingly she actually knows everything about me too. Probably even more than I know about myself. I'll have to argue that my most memorable moment with her was when she came back from her summer program thing at Syracuse University the summer just before senior year. We had a long heart to heart about everything we missed out on truly talking about. As much as I wish we could have had these conversations as they events occurred it was a wonderful afternoon. It brought me back to when we would crash at her house in her living room and talk about random things and mess around with Tae Bow workout DVDs.
When it comes to Lizzie, I know I can count on her to talk to no matter how much time has gone by in between our last true conversations. I know our views on each other never really change on each other. I know I can expect a serious conversation ending on a positive and progressive note giving me the feeling that I can get up and do something about my problem.
When I look back at our best random times between going to Kings Plaza on random occasions to window shop, or being stalked by all of Scholars' while in Kings Plaza, doing random things at the spur of the moment, her dancing her butt off to "Ass & Tittys" in the Aviator gym, and of course her for real "ROFL" laugh where she is dead rolling on the floor laughing. I see some pretty genuine stuff going on back there and bringing us to today.
I know we won't let each other fade from our lives because our career goals are centered around the same ideas behind education and how to make it better and more accessible; especially in the public schools systems. Bold task? Yup! We can do whatever we set our minds to because Pandas and Trees will always go branch in paw.
We still need to hit up a shopping trip though. I can't wait until we can hang out again for reals so that we can talk and laugh about all the random things that occurred and make a powerful game plan for the future. She inspires me to be everything I can be and more. For that I am grateful to have a friend like her.
Silver, red, and white now and forever...BROOKLYN!
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Mothers
If there is one guy friend of mine I'll probably always love unconditionally its Jon.
Bold statement isn't it? Well let me be realistic. He IS my mother (inside joke really. If you watch the video "Daughters" by Derick Comedy on YouTube you might sort of get it) ANYWAY. He is one of those guys that puts things into a realistic perspective. Always. No, he's not a dream crusher. No, he's not really a pessimist. But he has a great way of taking your high expectations and irrational fears and leveling them out in realness without killing dreams or making you feel stupid.
The amount of times he has been there for me and let me bitch about things to him gives him a sort of special "motherly" quality. He's more of the "tough love" sort in "mothering" but he can handle that just fine.
When he promised that he's be in my court of honor for my quinceanera on aim. I still remember that he accepted saying "I'd be honored to be in your court of honor". Corny as it is, I still remember it about 5 years later so it must have been something right? He has a funny sense of humor in that way since he is in LOVE with puns and anyway to play around with words.
I really appreciated that he was one of the few guys that actually stayed on board with being in my court of honor for my quinceanera. I had to shrink my court with some boys dropping out or being inconsistent about showing up to practice. He even stepped up to be my dance partner in 2 of the 3 dances my cousin couldn't handle learning with his senior year of high school. It still touches me that he stuck by his word a year later and then some. In the end, the performances went on without a hitch.
That was just one party but our friendship goes further than that. Whenever we talk about something I'm upset about he makes one thing very clear. I have to pick up past it or I'm going to make things worse and enter a midlife crisis. Its something I've tried to incorporate more into my life. I've found that my life seems brighter since then.
All through my schooling until I was enrolled in college I feel as if I let a lot of experiences I could have had go right past me. My goal before I even started school was to go to college. Why did I want to go to college? I'm not sure. Its not as if my mom forced it on me since I was born, its just something I saw as important. My entire student career has been based on getting the best grades for myself so that I would get into a good college and get a good job. Since I've had this harsh tunnel mindset to reach my goal of college, I never really allowed myself to live up my time in high school. Its not something I noticed until towards the end of my senior year. When it hit me I realized why little things like not the greatest grades used to phase me as if I couldn't do better and that it would throw off my entire future. I didn't look forward to anything else.
What did that entire thing have to do with Jon? He's the one that really pointed it out to me (although not in so many words). Sure I had friends. Sure I was a cheerleader. But I never went out of my way for a new experience or anything too risky. That isn't necessarily a problem but the way I did that and then would get scared and overreact every time I got a bad grade really brought me down to believe that I was going to be a failure at life. Now that I look at my college life I take every thing I do one day at a time and its been wonderful.
If Jon has taught me anything about life, its to really go out there and live it. He parkours. He plays guitar. And he is an honors student. Not only do I appreciate his friendship but I also admire him not only in this way but the way he likes to avoid unnecessary conflict. I've come across so many people that I simply stopped talking to over time because they were two-faced with their own friends and gossiped for no reason. He has always been above that sort of thing, which is refreshing in this day and age.
At the end of the day I love this guy because of his classic and honorable qualities mixed with a dynamic personality and a genuine care for me. Everyone needs that one friend to parent and watch over you to make sure you don't go crazy. He's seen me at my best, probably my worst, and my crazy and somehow magically accepts me. For that I am grateful. We still live on the same peninsula and go to school in the same city. I'm happy to say we haven't truly lost touch with each other in our 5 years of friendship. I'm looking forward to many more puns, music, random insiders, and leaving random items at his house.
Adventure Time!
Bold statement isn't it? Well let me be realistic. He IS my mother (inside joke really. If you watch the video "Daughters" by Derick Comedy on YouTube you might sort of get it) ANYWAY. He is one of those guys that puts things into a realistic perspective. Always. No, he's not a dream crusher. No, he's not really a pessimist. But he has a great way of taking your high expectations and irrational fears and leveling them out in realness without killing dreams or making you feel stupid.
The amount of times he has been there for me and let me bitch about things to him gives him a sort of special "motherly" quality. He's more of the "tough love" sort in "mothering" but he can handle that just fine.
When he promised that he's be in my court of honor for my quinceanera on aim. I still remember that he accepted saying "I'd be honored to be in your court of honor". Corny as it is, I still remember it about 5 years later so it must have been something right? He has a funny sense of humor in that way since he is in LOVE with puns and anyway to play around with words.
I really appreciated that he was one of the few guys that actually stayed on board with being in my court of honor for my quinceanera. I had to shrink my court with some boys dropping out or being inconsistent about showing up to practice. He even stepped up to be my dance partner in 2 of the 3 dances my cousin couldn't handle learning with his senior year of high school. It still touches me that he stuck by his word a year later and then some. In the end, the performances went on without a hitch.
That was just one party but our friendship goes further than that. Whenever we talk about something I'm upset about he makes one thing very clear. I have to pick up past it or I'm going to make things worse and enter a midlife crisis. Its something I've tried to incorporate more into my life. I've found that my life seems brighter since then.
All through my schooling until I was enrolled in college I feel as if I let a lot of experiences I could have had go right past me. My goal before I even started school was to go to college. Why did I want to go to college? I'm not sure. Its not as if my mom forced it on me since I was born, its just something I saw as important. My entire student career has been based on getting the best grades for myself so that I would get into a good college and get a good job. Since I've had this harsh tunnel mindset to reach my goal of college, I never really allowed myself to live up my time in high school. Its not something I noticed until towards the end of my senior year. When it hit me I realized why little things like not the greatest grades used to phase me as if I couldn't do better and that it would throw off my entire future. I didn't look forward to anything else.
What did that entire thing have to do with Jon? He's the one that really pointed it out to me (although not in so many words). Sure I had friends. Sure I was a cheerleader. But I never went out of my way for a new experience or anything too risky. That isn't necessarily a problem but the way I did that and then would get scared and overreact every time I got a bad grade really brought me down to believe that I was going to be a failure at life. Now that I look at my college life I take every thing I do one day at a time and its been wonderful.
If Jon has taught me anything about life, its to really go out there and live it. He parkours. He plays guitar. And he is an honors student. Not only do I appreciate his friendship but I also admire him not only in this way but the way he likes to avoid unnecessary conflict. I've come across so many people that I simply stopped talking to over time because they were two-faced with their own friends and gossiped for no reason. He has always been above that sort of thing, which is refreshing in this day and age.
At the end of the day I love this guy because of his classic and honorable qualities mixed with a dynamic personality and a genuine care for me. Everyone needs that one friend to parent and watch over you to make sure you don't go crazy. He's seen me at my best, probably my worst, and my crazy and somehow magically accepts me. For that I am grateful. We still live on the same peninsula and go to school in the same city. I'm happy to say we haven't truly lost touch with each other in our 5 years of friendship. I'm looking forward to many more puns, music, random insiders, and leaving random items at his house.
Adventure Time!
My NyanKat
I remember when I met Kathleen way back in elementary school. I'm not sure what happened but we became friends quite quickly. Since 3rd grade she's always been the overly eccentric one with the crazy facials and super expressive face.
Whether she was dancing around with her denim purse filled with lipgloss at my "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" birthday party. Or putting lipgloss on every 5 minutes. Getting ready to cut a bitch or just leaving our morals & respect at home. I can count on her to make me feel like I do absolutely no wrong and everyone else around me is crazy and wrong. XD
But in all seriousness. She is one of my best friends because even though we've had our distance, our friendship never stopped. It just hit a pause. And was always easy to resume. I appreciate that a lot because I've watched some of my friendships die out like that with no effort from the other party to save it.
Did I know in 3rd grade I'd have this one friend even thru college AND we'd get reunited at the same school. I'd think you were crazy, but I'd be happy none the less.
She's also been one of the most genuine to me over the years. We sure didn't talk every day but when we did we'd spend the entire time catching up about everything we could until we'd actually have to do homework and study.
Why do I love her so much? She is one of the few friends that actually passed the test of time and separation for the 2nd longest period of time (in my group of friends anyway). I went from seeing her once or twice a year for 7 years to seeing her at least once or twice a week now and its as if nothing ever changed. We both take our academic life and schoolwork super seriously (as all my friends do) and still have time for each other without any sort of awkwardness.
I remember my mom gave me the option of applying to a different and higher level elementary school right when I moved to Far Rockway in the middle of 2nd grade and I refused because I didn't want to be the "new girl" so quickly again. Every day that I look at the friendship I have with Kathleen I am more grateful that I didn't apply. I would have missed out on a strong and wonderful friendship.
Although I feel like we weren't as "there" for each other for those 7 years of middle school and high school. Its pretty crazy to see how much we didn't change. Whatever brought us together then is keeping us together now. A lot of people lose the innocent friendships that have with their playground friends. With us, we'll still run to the park and play on the swings and bumper cars on the slide (if we can find a legit enough slide that is ;3). All in all, I hope I never lose her from my life because I want my kid to make fun of her facial expressions and get the ghetto they need to "cut the bitches" that bother them...with class of course.
Stay ghetto just for me ;)
Whether she was dancing around with her denim purse filled with lipgloss at my "Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants" birthday party. Or putting lipgloss on every 5 minutes. Getting ready to cut a bitch or just leaving our morals & respect at home. I can count on her to make me feel like I do absolutely no wrong and everyone else around me is crazy and wrong. XD
But in all seriousness. She is one of my best friends because even though we've had our distance, our friendship never stopped. It just hit a pause. And was always easy to resume. I appreciate that a lot because I've watched some of my friendships die out like that with no effort from the other party to save it.
Did I know in 3rd grade I'd have this one friend even thru college AND we'd get reunited at the same school. I'd think you were crazy, but I'd be happy none the less.
She's also been one of the most genuine to me over the years. We sure didn't talk every day but when we did we'd spend the entire time catching up about everything we could until we'd actually have to do homework and study.
Why do I love her so much? She is one of the few friends that actually passed the test of time and separation for the 2nd longest period of time (in my group of friends anyway). I went from seeing her once or twice a year for 7 years to seeing her at least once or twice a week now and its as if nothing ever changed. We both take our academic life and schoolwork super seriously (as all my friends do) and still have time for each other without any sort of awkwardness.
I remember my mom gave me the option of applying to a different and higher level elementary school right when I moved to Far Rockway in the middle of 2nd grade and I refused because I didn't want to be the "new girl" so quickly again. Every day that I look at the friendship I have with Kathleen I am more grateful that I didn't apply. I would have missed out on a strong and wonderful friendship.
Although I feel like we weren't as "there" for each other for those 7 years of middle school and high school. Its pretty crazy to see how much we didn't change. Whatever brought us together then is keeping us together now. A lot of people lose the innocent friendships that have with their playground friends. With us, we'll still run to the park and play on the swings and bumper cars on the slide (if we can find a legit enough slide that is ;3). All in all, I hope I never lose her from my life because I want my kid to make fun of her facial expressions and get the ghetto they need to "cut the bitches" that bother them...with class of course.
Stay ghetto just for me ;)
Sunday, March 18, 2012
We're Living in the Land Down Under..and I Don't Mean Hell!
To be I firmly believe that everything happens for a reason. Although I didn't want to, I remember when my mom wanted me to go to Australia with the People to People student ambassador programs. Did I want to go at first?
Hell no!
I wanted to go to Japan. It was a good thing that I ended up not going to Japan or I'd never meet my Haitian brother Sharif. Sure enough, the group that was scheduled to go to Japan that summer '07 ended up not being able to go because of an earthquake that occurred and they had their trip rerouted elsewhere and I met the person I would refer to as my "brother from another mother".
What can I say about this guy? We met in that awkward stage towards the end of middle school to that summer just before high school and some how we've remained friends. Hes a relatively soft spoken guy with the pretty good heart. And if that not had to find these days I don't know what is. Over the 3 week trip to Australia we bonded so well that our conversation never seemed to end. Literally. When we got back to NYC he was actually on his way moving out to North Carolina. It almost seemed like it would bring an end to our friendship when it really made us stronger. I remember all of our never ending Aim conversations. I swear we've had the same running conversation for years straight because would talk on aim every single day. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
What was this long ass aim conversation about? Just about anything and everything under the sun until he FINALLY came back up to NYC and we got to hang out. I was super hyped! I think my most memorable time with his has to be once when we were in downtown brooklyn trying to think of something to have for lunch and I told him they just opened a checkers. The way his face lit up when I said that replays in my mind every so often and I don't know is just his face was so happy and excited like the innocence of a child.
Anyway. Who is he to me? My brother. We have out little squabbles like siblings. If I had to pick one of my friends to be my older brother it would be him because of his brotherly "I'm going to look after you and protect you" side that easily gets flipped to the "LULz you need to go get hooked on phonics! Imma get you that for your birthday". He means everything a blood sibling could mean to me. Giving each other advice on relationships and just listening to each others problems. Hes one of those friends I can count on no matter the distance.
Although college has come along and diminished our talking time quite a bit, he still comes out to the city sometimes just to chill out and chat. Its like aim in person, but better because he can see me laugh at his laneness and we can hug and makeup right away.
So maybe it was fate that I went to Australia that year. Otherwise, I'd be short one necessary male influence.
Hell no!
I wanted to go to Japan. It was a good thing that I ended up not going to Japan or I'd never meet my Haitian brother Sharif. Sure enough, the group that was scheduled to go to Japan that summer '07 ended up not being able to go because of an earthquake that occurred and they had their trip rerouted elsewhere and I met the person I would refer to as my "brother from another mother".
What can I say about this guy? We met in that awkward stage towards the end of middle school to that summer just before high school and some how we've remained friends. Hes a relatively soft spoken guy with the pretty good heart. And if that not had to find these days I don't know what is. Over the 3 week trip to Australia we bonded so well that our conversation never seemed to end. Literally. When we got back to NYC he was actually on his way moving out to North Carolina. It almost seemed like it would bring an end to our friendship when it really made us stronger. I remember all of our never ending Aim conversations. I swear we've had the same running conversation for years straight because would talk on aim every single day. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.
What was this long ass aim conversation about? Just about anything and everything under the sun until he FINALLY came back up to NYC and we got to hang out. I was super hyped! I think my most memorable time with his has to be once when we were in downtown brooklyn trying to think of something to have for lunch and I told him they just opened a checkers. The way his face lit up when I said that replays in my mind every so often and I don't know is just his face was so happy and excited like the innocence of a child.
Anyway. Who is he to me? My brother. We have out little squabbles like siblings. If I had to pick one of my friends to be my older brother it would be him because of his brotherly "I'm going to look after you and protect you" side that easily gets flipped to the "LULz you need to go get hooked on phonics! Imma get you that for your birthday". He means everything a blood sibling could mean to me. Giving each other advice on relationships and just listening to each others problems. Hes one of those friends I can count on no matter the distance.
Although college has come along and diminished our talking time quite a bit, he still comes out to the city sometimes just to chill out and chat. Its like aim in person, but better because he can see me laugh at his laneness and we can hug and makeup right away.
So maybe it was fate that I went to Australia that year. Otherwise, I'd be short one necessary male influence.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Thing One and Thing Two
Honestly. I don't know which one is which. Its pretty hard to tell when you and your best friends lives mirror each other so well.
Following my emphasis on friendship I would like to take today to talk about my friend Naomi. She is so wonderful friend of mine, may as well be my twin. Although I don't see her a much as I'd like to since we started college, it brings me some sort of security that we can still see each other as sisters. Our friendship is best described and "random spur of the moment". Honestly, I think we define YOLO (You Only Live Once).
Fore example:
- Finding a hood Chinese food restaurant (not the authentic sort) in Flushing, Queens. Panda House. YOLO!
- Clubbing Attempt. YOLO!
- All- Star cheerleading, YOLO!
I remember all the times we'd sit around and talk about our love lives, our families, or any time we're going through a rough patch. She is the one I can count on to give me the unexpected response I want to hear. Although with me living in the boondocks seeing each other was never really easy, when I needed to be with someone she would know the exact key time I needed her and she'd be there. How did she always have that timing down packed? I'm just gonna call it our twin telepathy.
When my first relationship ended just shy of 2 years, she picked me up from school ad we had a 7/11 date on the would have been anniversary. She didn't have to but just the fact that she did on that specific day means the world to me. And as a wise man by the name of Jay-Z once said, we were "on to the next one"...boyfriend wise.
We didn't always have the most perfect friendship. I remember a time freshman year when we stopped being on speaking terms. It hurt then but once me made up it made our bond so much stronger. Honestly, we're probably indestructible now, She is one of those few people that probably knows everything about me and that I can fully trust.
Even though between college, work, and finding time to sleep we haven't seen as much of each other or even talked as much as in the past, I know it won't phase our friendship. One day we'll be back on our A game with timing and scheduling around each other and it'll be like bread and butter again. But until then she should be expecting loving and huge hugs from me every time I see her, as much as she fronts she knows she loves them. All they mean are "I love you so much and I wish these few moments weren't so rare".
YOLO <3
Following my emphasis on friendship I would like to take today to talk about my friend Naomi. She is so wonderful friend of mine, may as well be my twin. Although I don't see her a much as I'd like to since we started college, it brings me some sort of security that we can still see each other as sisters. Our friendship is best described and "random spur of the moment". Honestly, I think we define YOLO (You Only Live Once).
Fore example:
- Finding a hood Chinese food restaurant (not the authentic sort) in Flushing, Queens. Panda House. YOLO!
- Clubbing Attempt. YOLO!
- All- Star cheerleading, YOLO!
I remember all the times we'd sit around and talk about our love lives, our families, or any time we're going through a rough patch. She is the one I can count on to give me the unexpected response I want to hear. Although with me living in the boondocks seeing each other was never really easy, when I needed to be with someone she would know the exact key time I needed her and she'd be there. How did she always have that timing down packed? I'm just gonna call it our twin telepathy.
When my first relationship ended just shy of 2 years, she picked me up from school ad we had a 7/11 date on the would have been anniversary. She didn't have to but just the fact that she did on that specific day means the world to me. And as a wise man by the name of Jay-Z once said, we were "on to the next one"...boyfriend wise.
We didn't always have the most perfect friendship. I remember a time freshman year when we stopped being on speaking terms. It hurt then but once me made up it made our bond so much stronger. Honestly, we're probably indestructible now, She is one of those few people that probably knows everything about me and that I can fully trust.
Even though between college, work, and finding time to sleep we haven't seen as much of each other or even talked as much as in the past, I know it won't phase our friendship. One day we'll be back on our A game with timing and scheduling around each other and it'll be like bread and butter again. But until then she should be expecting loving and huge hugs from me every time I see her, as much as she fronts she knows she loves them. All they mean are "I love you so much and I wish these few moments weren't so rare".
YOLO <3
Friday, March 16, 2012
Friendship is a Wonderful Thing my Dove
I can think of so many times that I’ve gotten to a darker, sadder place in my life. Where I’ve been left unsure of myself, scared about what could possibly come next, and even wanting to give up on humanity all together. But every time I’ve been able to count on at least one of them to be there for me. And for that I am eternally thankful.
Heck, just two weeks ago when it seemed like my life was crumbling down on me, I spend my afternoon and part of my evening with my friend Daphne. Do you know what she did? Well of course you don’t but you’re about to find out. She said a prayer with me. Honestly, that was probably one of the most touching things I’ve ever been through with any of my friends. I damn near cried when we did because it was so sincere. It was so nice to just sit down and focus my energy to God. Being Catholic, I haven’t been the absolute best to my religion.
Did I renounce my religion? Never! I just haven’t been the best at it. Yes I do follow the skipping of meat on Fridays during lent among other things. But. I don’t know. I just lost touch with it over the years. It felt nice to do so after so many years and especially with a friend. As horrible as this is going to sound, whenever I’ve prayed with my mother or even with my whole family (cousins and stuff to) when we get together to grace food, it always felt so insincere from the group as a whole. It isn’t the same sort of atmosphere. Why? I don’t have a clue but I wish it didn’t feel that way.
Praying with Daphne was so nice. I felt a very close and real connection going on while we prayed. It really affected me. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express how grateful I am for that.Maybe we can attend another church service together (see, we did when she was in my quinceanera court technically…lol) ? :3
Since none of you guys know, Daphne is a very close friend of mine. Sweet in every way. She is probably the definition of a pocket full of sunshine. I think she is also a main reason as to why I’ve become so positive about life overtime.Either way, all through middle school and high school, she has been my human diary. If something happened to me, she most likely knows. I used to keep a diary/journal at that time, but talking to her was much more affective than writing down what I was going though. She’d always have a sensible response and reasoning for everything. She always found a way to put together what I wanted to hear, what I needed to hear, and advice on what the next steps were to get past it.
I really do love her. She’s a special sort of person that everyone needs in their lives.
P.S. If you were wondering how our prayer session on my issues worked out, they all worked out in the best possible way. Was it because of the prayer? Whose to know. All I can say is thank God I met and became so close to someone as wonderful as her.
Heck, just two weeks ago when it seemed like my life was crumbling down on me, I spend my afternoon and part of my evening with my friend Daphne. Do you know what she did? Well of course you don’t but you’re about to find out. She said a prayer with me. Honestly, that was probably one of the most touching things I’ve ever been through with any of my friends. I damn near cried when we did because it was so sincere. It was so nice to just sit down and focus my energy to God. Being Catholic, I haven’t been the absolute best to my religion.
Did I renounce my religion? Never! I just haven’t been the best at it. Yes I do follow the skipping of meat on Fridays during lent among other things. But. I don’t know. I just lost touch with it over the years. It felt nice to do so after so many years and especially with a friend. As horrible as this is going to sound, whenever I’ve prayed with my mother or even with my whole family (cousins and stuff to) when we get together to grace food, it always felt so insincere from the group as a whole. It isn’t the same sort of atmosphere. Why? I don’t have a clue but I wish it didn’t feel that way.
Praying with Daphne was so nice. I felt a very close and real connection going on while we prayed. It really affected me. And I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express how grateful I am for that.Maybe we can attend another church service together (see, we did when she was in my quinceanera court technically…lol) ? :3
Since none of you guys know, Daphne is a very close friend of mine. Sweet in every way. She is probably the definition of a pocket full of sunshine. I think she is also a main reason as to why I’ve become so positive about life overtime.Either way, all through middle school and high school, she has been my human diary. If something happened to me, she most likely knows. I used to keep a diary/journal at that time, but talking to her was much more affective than writing down what I was going though. She’d always have a sensible response and reasoning for everything. She always found a way to put together what I wanted to hear, what I needed to hear, and advice on what the next steps were to get past it.
I really do love her. She’s a special sort of person that everyone needs in their lives.
P.S. If you were wondering how our prayer session on my issues worked out, they all worked out in the best possible way. Was it because of the prayer? Whose to know. All I can say is thank God I met and became so close to someone as wonderful as her.
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