Bad Girls Club

I just had a five minute conversation with my friend discussing whether a smiley face or an exclamation point would be better to end a text to the guy she wants to bang. Then we spent the next two hours talking about vagina-shaving and the likeliness of a pool date ending with a hook up, among other things. Every girl should have one of these friends.

I met Pegah in ninth grade. And though I still can't spell her last name without having to check facebook for a confirmation on the lettering (13 letters is a lot, not to mention the lack of vowels in the middle!), she is easily one of my best friends.

Our special bond was formed over numerous all-nighters spent watching Mary-Kate and Ashley movies ("Everyone has a hobby, right? Well you're mine."), eating large quantities of food with even larger quantities of carbs (Fatties USA), and making every interaction we had with a cute boy a big deal ("We've never talked except this one time he opened the door for me and I said thank you and he said you're welcome."). 

One of my favorite things about her is how valuable she makes me feel. Even if I spent the entire weekend reading books, she'll want to know all the details, turning the smallest things into noteworthy experiences. So on the rare occasion that I have exciting things to say about my life, she's usually the first person I tell, because she'll fire me with questions whereas my other friends will simply make a brief comment and then talk about something else.

She is a German-Persian-American beauty with a talent for delivering one-liners so funny that you wonder why she's never made her own comedy tape. Even so, it would take days to list all the reasons why she's so incredibly great. Since she moved to California after our sophomore year, I've only been able to see her for a few weeks each year in the summer, but we're still as close as if I saw her everyday. Those are my favorite kinds of friendships -- where we can go months without seeing each other, but pick up right where we left off.  Finally, the demands of life don't steal something from me.

I love you Pegs! I still have your text from 2010 when you said, "I wish we became friends the minute I moved to Michigan in 5th grade...You are truly my bestest friend in the whole entire world."

 

 

not all of my friends write "ball lickers" across their stomachs with permanent marker

On Repeat: rainymood.com
Days until Colorado: 22
Days until California: 62
Days until I no longer have to work at Subway:83

I have the best brother in the world

One of the greatest people in my life is my brother. Though I could compile an extensive list of all the reasons why he's the absolute best, I think what it boils down to is how he makes an effort to be a positive part of my life. Over the school year, he set a weekly reminder on his phone to call me every Tuesday. He gives me Christmas gifts that he makes himself. Even with a girlfriend, he still makes time to hang out with me. Put in less detail, he is one of the kindest, most verbally entertaining, and compassionate people I know.

I'm so glad he's home for the summer, because he's always been my running buddy. Tonight, when he finished running his mile around the track and I still had one more lap to go, he ran a few paces behind me and said, "Don't stop, or I'll crash into you. I'm your incentive to keep going." In that moment, when I was on the verge of giving up, that was the nicest thing anyone could have done for me.

I sometimes worry about having kids in the future because I'm afraid they won't have a relationship like my brother and I do. I know so many people who hate their siblings, some who haven't willingly spoken to their brother or sister in years. If my kids wished their siblings didn't exist, I wouldn't feel like I had a real family. (I'm not saying great sibling relationships are what constitute a real family; rather, I'd feel as if my family was imperfect -- not in the acceptable way that all families are.)

Our relationship isn't all sunshine and daisies, don't get me wrong. There have been times where I swore I would never speak to him again because of some offensive thing or another.  I can never stay mad at him for long though; he always finds a way to infect me with his sweetness or alluring quirkiness again. All in all, I'm extremely lucky to say I have the best brother in the world.

Supa Cheesay, Ow! also three years old...

Starting now, I declare this week Thank You For Being In My Life; I Love You; Let's Hug Week!...erm, I mean People Appreciation Week. Everyday, I'll dedicate a post to someone who has made my life brighter, happier, or more fun. I am blessed with so many great friends in my life; it's time I show them a little more love. Yeah, a week is definitely not enough.

On Repeat: "What's Up" - 4 Non Blondes (It's just stuck in my head. Get it outttttt!)
Days until Colorado: 29
Days until California: 71
Days until I  no longer have to work at Subway: 90