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As if it’s 7 p.m already! That’s CRAZY talk!!! Just in terms that I’ve been awake far too many hours this wretched week.
Okay. So straight to the point. There’s this thing called the Friendship Scale, right? So it starts at 1, and goes up to 7 or whatever, just on average, but I guess it can go as high as you want it to. It looks something like this:
Level One
School buddies: Not really close, just hello’s and how are you’s whenever you see one another. No real attachment. You might be shocked if they die, but you probably wouldn’t really care, unless it was some bloody, gory death. A little awkward to be alone in silence.
Level Two
Maybe a small amount of liking one another growing. You’d probably talk about more interesting things now.
Level Three
A little attached to each other, maybe start phoning each other to hang out outside of school and what not. A little more openness developing.
Level Four
Hang out more, meet the family and friends of your new found friend. Hugs might ensue. You may find yourself looking forward to seeing one another on a regular basis. You may find yourself becoming annoyed/frustrated with the close friendship, but you both get by. This is expected at all levels of friendship.
Level Five
You change in front of each other, talk about everything, laugh, cry, smile, anything can be done in comfort.
Level Six
Levels One to Five, but you actually really care about this person. Like, really.
Level Seven
Chances are, you are such good friends, you might even move in together. So yeah, you’re best friends. This person is the first person you’d call in the event of an emergency, or if you need something, want something…anything. Close bonds. Their well-being is of concern to you. You don’t lie to each other, you can finish one another’s sentences. Life rules with this person around you. You can’t imagine life without them, and you wonder how you got by before you met them. You’d do anything for one another. Their death would jolt you and you don’t even want to think about it because just the mere thought scares you. You wish the best for them, and would try your best to help out. You probably think the same, act the same, dress the same, breathe, eat, and sleep the same. You say the same thing at the exact same time (sometimes you’re still all shocked when it happens), and you have great times together.
Please keep in mind, depending on how slutty or insensitive and cold you are, these levels may vary. I have just outlined the general guidelines of levels of friendship.
Leave a tag, where do you think we are? HUH? This should be interesting. You do not need to identify yourselves, I’m just curious. I’m definitely one of those people who draw people in and then get all weird, and then before you know it, years have gone by before we’ve spoken again. Why do I do that?
Rainbow hits and suicide slits
Coffee sets and cigarettes
Pouring rain and bloody pain
Cores of purely hate
Which will be my fate?
hhhokay. - Monday, May. 03, 2004 - 7:50 a.m.
back to the meaningless... - Friday, Apr. 30, 2004 - 10:28 a.m.
YAAAY! - Tuesday, Apr. 27, 2004 - 9:11 p.m.
NOH! - Monday, Apr. 26, 2004 - 11:03 p.m.
hallucinogenic - Sunday, Apr. 25, 2004 - 12:56 a.m.
Instead of studying for finals, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point.
If you ever crawl inside an old hollow log and go to sleep, and while you're in there some guys come and seal up both ends and then put it on a truck and take it to another city, boy, I don't know what to tell you.
A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call up the guy and hold the burning fuse to the phone. "Hear that?" you say. "That's dynamite, baby."
Next Thanksgiving, here is a fun trick to play: When the mashed potatoes and turkey are being served, take some of both. But hide your turkey under your mashed potatoes. When your family asks "Don't you want some turkey?," pull the turkey out from under the mashed potatoes and yell "I tricked you!!"
The memories of my family outings are still a source of strength to me. I remember we'd all pile into the car - I forget what kind it was - and drive and drive. I'm not sure where we'd go, but I think there were some trees there. The smell of something was strong in the air as we played whatever sport we played. I remember a bigger, older guy we called "Dad." We'd eat some stuff, or not, and then I think we went home. I guess some things never leave you.
Probably the worst thing about having King Kong go rampid in your town would be the huge, monster genitalia.
As the evening sky faded from a salmon color to a sort of flint gray, I thought back to the salmon I caught that morning, and how gray he was, and how I named him Flint.
I can still recall old Mister Barnslow getting out every morning and nailing a fresh load of tadpoles to the old board of his. Then he'd spin it round and round, like a wheel of fortune, and no matter where it stopped he'd yell out, "Tadpoles! Tadpoles is a winner!" We all thought he was crazy. But then we had some growing up to do.
If when you die you get a choice between pie heaven and regular heaven, choose pie heaven. It might be a trick but if not mmmboy