March 3, 2005

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  This entry’s memorization will focus on my dear friend, s1ck_k1tty. I’ve known her since… well I would say we started being friends when I went off to Scotland in September of my senior year. While in Edinburgh, Scotland, I was checking my email. Lo and behold I recieved an email from Winter-someone. I had NO idea who it was, but my curiousity was piqued and I responded, asking who it was. Turns out it was s1ck_k1tty, a person I barely knew at the time. In fact, our relationship consisted of friendly greeting and light conversation in the morning and in the lunchline. She was emailing me to tell me that she missed that and wanted to know how I was doing out in Scotland. How touching is that?

  
  

         So I get back and we become better friends, soon finding out that the woman who recently broke my heart has given her an equal amount of grief. Nothing like two friends healing from the same wound to cement a friendship pretty solid. I remember we found that out while walking out in the woods near my house. What a beautiful walk.

  
  

          So the year goes on. We are great friends, and I am there for her as she dates a pretty crappy guy who’s face resembles a hamster. She left him later. Eventually I start falling for her. Yeah, that’s right. I start. Well, I’ve been burned a couple of times already by falling in love with a friend, so in January at a school basketball game I spilled the beans, telling her that I am starting to fall for her and I would like her to know that before it gets really bad. For the first time a woman honestly told me, without any deceit or cruelty, that she just wanted to remain friends. It was a little painful, yes, BUT I still had a wonderful friend, and we’ve been friends ever since. There have been some shaky times, but we pulled through them.

  
  

        A few things I remember distinctly:

  
  

        The painful ace-wrap sessions before Romeo and Juliet. Regrettably, Mercutio did not have large, lovely, breasts. s1ck_k1tty does make an outstanding Mercutio though.

  
  

        The distinct scent of her perfume. Wasn’t it called “Candies?” I still catch it every once and a while and boy do the memories come flooding back.

  
  

        I remember I always seemed to see her in black-and-white (hence the above picture- no, I did not draw it.) I remember the choir was singing in Iowa City and she was asleep on the floor. Sunlight was coming in through the stained-glass window and painted her skin a million different colors. I remember writing in my journal about it at the time.

  
  

      Well there ya go. I could go on but I know people HATE long xanga entries. At least it seems that people respond less to long entries. Meh. Tune in next time. Who knows who I’ll think about next?

  
  

       

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