Then she dove in front of him, and I hit her with a brick wall.

The true meaning of happiness;
A friend you can giggle through History with. A friend you can play hangman with. A friend who calls you seeking advice. A friend you accept even when you don't understand. A friend you'd let move in with you in she ever needed it. A friend who draws you little pictures. A friend who opens up to you. A friend who thinks you're beautiful.

A boy who talks to you for hours. A boy who tries to peek into your mind. A boy that takes risks to see you. A boy who shares half of your brain. A boy willing to wait. A boy you just KNOW is perfect for you. A boy who embraces your flaws.

It doesn't get much better than that.

Dude, you're not THAT high. Just drive to mcdonald's and give them back their mascot.

Ever since 7th grade, I've been one of the lucky girls who can say they have a true best friend. She's the nicest, most trustworthy girl I know, and her name is Darcy Kelley. When I'm pissed off or sad, I call her and she calms me down. I can tell her all my secrets, and she won't judge me. We have so many inside jokes that we're constantly remembering them and laughing. Forever and ever, I love my wifey

Hmmm...the purple hamster or the flaming can of hairspray?

I just wanted to say, that if I've ever laughed at you at a really unappropriate time or at a moment that totally embarrasses you, I'm sorry. I probably wasn't laughing at you at all. Most likely, I was laughing at something that happened like a week ago, or something my friend wrote on a french fry and passed to me. I'm really bad at hiding my laughter. But if I WAS laughing at you, you wouldn't know it, because I would probably point at someone else to hide it.

And then I chased him with the vacuum cleaner yelling, "No one eats my baby!"

Weird things in my room: A My Little Pony. A jar full of ashes. A vase of dead flowers. Four empty Monster cans. The straps to a convertable strapless bra that is no longer in exsistance. A box full of secrets and regrets. An old airplane ticket. Play dough. Half-melted earings. A princess coloring book. A Chuck E. Cheese token cup. A hand sanitizer pen. A bottle of aloe vera. Free wallgreen's tissues. A small, stretchy black piece of fabric that I have NO idea what it is.
Weird things I've done this week: Played basketball in a bikini. Wrote things on my face in liquid eyeliner. Played tag with a stray cat. Attempted to hide notes inside a picture frame. Sharpened a pencil that is more than a foot long. Wiped silly string off a ceiling with a broom. Tried to duct tape the air inside an air mattress.

I wish my carpet was like grass.

Jessica Pierce, I love how you always know what to say. I can always go to you when I'm pissed, and you can always come to me. You don't get annoyed with the stupid random things I say, or how I can be a little straight-forward. I'm never afraid that you're going to run around spreading my secrets, and you aren't nearly as dramatic as most girls. You're one of the very few people that I hope I can stay friends with for a very, very long time. I'd also like to apologize for the way we started off; it was rough, but I'm glad we turned a blind eye to how it started out. You're pretty awesome.