My friends are my best accessories...

These girls. Julija, Veronica, and Andrea

These girls are my best friends.
They make fun of me all the time, whether it's about my laugh or my cluelessness or my procrastinating on my finite homework and turning it in two days late when we had all semester to do it... or even the fact that I'm a blogger. Haha, I'm a blogger. HELLO, WORLD! We have our "special places," inside jokes... bitchYYY, butt rollers... like heelys for your pants!, in my life... we burst out into song at random moments and will walk down the hall way singing anything from backstreet boys to phantom of the opera. We spend hours in Jimmy John's and Massa, laughing so loud that it's actually surprising that we don't get kicked out... We're complete idiots but we're actually really intelligent... Absentminded professors? We are dedicated to each other and to our activities and once we commit to something we don't back out. We are people of our word.

I think the best thing about my friends, though, is that even when they are trying to cheer me up, they still make fun of me. The don't just act all sympathetic and not really give a shit... they genuinely care about me... and they know that I love them so much that it helps that they make fun of me. I love my friends. I truly do. I love my friends. They tell me when I'm overreacting, when I'm wrong about people, when I'm right about people, when I'm being a little too crazy. I think the way you really know when you love someone is when you know that you can yell at each other and make fun of each other and go crazy on each other, but at the end of the day, everything is going to be fine. Seriously, I call Andrea "Mom" and she responds to me. We are family. The only other people that I know I can yell at and get away with it are my mom, dad, Tom, and Chris. So I have told guys that I love them, yeah, and it has always been a lie. And I have told other friends of mine that I love them, and well, I love them, but I don't love them unconditionally. Like really, I screamed at Julija in front of the entire choir and we're still friends. And I call Ronica all the time and make fun of her for her height and tease her nonstop, and she even wrote a blog about me. I completely flipped out at Andrea and, well, she let's me refer to her as Mom. I've got some kickass friends.

So, today, I wore my accessories that make me who I am. I wore my earrings and necklace that my aunt Kathy gave me before she passed away when I was in 8th grade, and I wore my friend Amy's tank top, and I wore the matching underwear that I got when I was with Amy and Michaele(thegirl) and I wore the Claudaugh ring that belonged to my grandmother... I had the people I love with me today. My best accessories today though, were those beauties up there... Andrea, Ronica, and Julija up there. They've got my back and I've got theirs. And, yeah, it took me two years to find my friends, but it was worth it, because the happiness I have experienced with them in the past year and half has outweighed by far the struggle I had during the first to years of high school. So here's to the girls, not aphrodite and persephone ( ) but my girls, Mom, Bee, and Julija. It's cliche, but I would fall up staircases without having anyone to laugh at me without you.

Love,
Grace

P.S. Friends are like bras: close to the heart and always there for support.
P.P.S. I would rather have you guys than wear a bra. =]