The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry #8.3: 3-3-14

Yay! I have time for another introduction!(at 10:00pm...) This time, Tis be my bestfriend... LIBBY!

This entry WILL be long. You were warned.

Libby-

I met her in 8th grade. And now we are 100% best friends! She one of my top people I love! She's in second place! (My father will always be in first!) She is my sister from another mister. And we really have no idea when the day came for us to be friends. We just are.

Well, then again, if I didn't have issues in 8th grade, I don't think we'd be this close either. I was told by Libby, that, originally, our counselor told her she should get to know me. Maybe help me out. And, tada! Here we are!

An right now, I'm at a loss as what to say about my best friend. Oh yeah! Let's follow the other introduction formats!

Libby. She's got straight dirty blond hair, down to her shoulders. Her ends are dyed blue. She is down right gorgeous. She's a little taller than me, and has beautiful blue (?*) eyes. She's not a twig, but she's not chubby. She's fit. Sure, she's not the, "Fuck yeah! Let's run! Whoo! Workout! Sports! Yeah!" Type of girl.. And mostly is lazy... But she's healthy.

(*it seems like I can't ever remember people's eye color!)

Libby loves to write poems and songs. She is an amazing writer and can twist her words with a knife, and can make you think twice about a potato. No, but seriously. If you've read any of my other work, she is much better. She has high vocabulary and definitely knows how to see them together word for word to make waves of emotion plumb leg through you. She's great.

{RANDOM FACTS I REMEMBER ABOUT HER:

She really loves Disney to. Her favorite movie is Mulan.

Her favorite color is blue

She has a dog named Ranger (I got this wrong the first time before she corrected me)

She's awesome in every which way possible.}

Her and I are completely in sync when it comes to everything. Hell, we even go through the same amount of growth spurts at the same time and crave the same things. Hatch the same ideas, at the same time, with the same effect. It can get creepy at times.

We are your typical best friends I think. We can and will do whatever we want together.

In the 9th grade, I was completely anti-social, and if you physically touched me, you would get the fuck-you-go-away glare. I felt uncomfortable and violated anytime any one tried to shake my hand, let alone hug me. She did her all best to change that. It mostly worked too! At random times she would touch me in places that would make anyone uncomfortable. First it was my knee. Then my thigh. Then my arms and hands. By the end if the 9th grade school year, I was fine with my arms and legs being touched. And then. She squeezed my ass. And I yelped in a high pitch octave, and fell onto the floor, sitting, hyperventilating.

Yep.

No.

So she vowed to work on that.

Somehow, now she can touch my ass and my boobs, and everyone else can use me as a pillow. (I'm extremely comfy!!) Although, there's one spot she can't over come. And that's my neck. No one can touch my neck. Unless you warn me, or I give you permission.

Back again in 9th grade, when I could walk, we used to walk to my house almost every single flipping time she had her orange pants on. We realized it after a couple of weeks, and so every time she had them on for the year, I'd asked if she planned on coming over. It was pretty funny.

I actually bought myself red pant in honor of her. For as long as she's known me, I've been slowly starting to wet color. First it was always black, grey, and dark blue. And now I wear much more color. It's interesting.

Her and I have a lot of memories, inside jokes, and feelings. We are so connected in so many ways. And I'm sure there's so much left to say. But I can't say it all. I'm sure more and more will come out as the days and weeks go by. There IS a TON more to say about this amazing human being.

But my final words on my best friend:

I love her. She's my girl. I want her to always be happy. At any cost. Sometimes, I just really want to call her my beautiful kick-ass princess. Don't ask why. I just do.

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This, for sure, is my last entry for 3-3-14. I'm really tired an REALLY should get some sleep. I always enjoy feed back. Any questions, or suggestions I will always be available to answer for you.

This is Sharpie, journaling off for the day, saying, "Good Aftermorvening!"