Never really thought I'd ever become a blogger. Not sure why anyone would want to have a constant update on what I'm doing or my random thoughts on life, but a lot of my friends are graduating from college (WHAT) and technology is a pretty neat way to stay in touch. Not to mention the only way my family has any idea about what is going on with me is through my mom, so worry no longer my lovely friends and circus of a family, this blog was created for you. and you. and you.
And you were created for me. Some pretty neat people with some pretty neat ways of teaching me about some pretty neat things. Like one-of-a-kind friendship, the true meaning of selflessness, how to dougie, how to laugh until I have tears streaming down my face and pee streaming down my leg (okay, not guilty of this, but I didnt know this was actually possible until one sweet little joyful friend of mine proved me wrong. And for that I will always love her), how to be patient, how to be grateful for the moment, how to believe in something way bigger than myself, how to really be alive, how to cut vegetables, how to make dreads, how to clean the lactic acid out of my behind, and so so much more.
I think I have always been aware of the funny feeling that would occur when graduation time came around, but two of my best friends walked across the stage, got their diploma, and officially graduated from good ol Baylor University today. With this came a big reality hit that one of the best chapters in our lives is quickly coming to an end, and being shoved into adulthood is right around the corner. dang it. I think those two little words are a bit of an understatement when it comes to how I feel about these girls possibly running off into the giant world and not being an easy 8-block-drive away. So from the bottom of my heart comes a silly blog post dedicated to these two and how much they have changed my life.
Sydney & Hilary
Sydney. or Shimmey, if you will. and you will.
my fellow Texas country lover who, at any time of the day or night, would be elated to go on drive just so we could jam out to Casey Donahew or Pat Green.
she goes to a rodeo with me and just gets it. gets why I love it, and that I was raised around that kind of stuff. cows, dirt, tumbleweeds, cowboy boots, cowboy hats, horses, cowboys, etc.
she loves my circus of family almost, just almost, as much as I do
we're thinking about adopting her.
although, she does have that "crazy uncle" that everyone wishes they had, who's best friend just so happens to be her crazy dad. and we love them.
maybe they'll adopt me.
she's the friend that would be happy to find out that psoriasis puts me at a greater risk for a heart attack, just so she could to tell me to never stop running. because she wants me to live forever.
Mama Syd, with her mom bag in hand, ready and armed take care of me, her mjia, and bandage up any broken limb.
my chocolate loving companion who bakes late at night, just because its finals week and there's nothing else she should be doing at 1:00 in the morning.
the one I could count on to help me take care of my panda dog
to laugh with, not at, me about my weaknesses and cheer for my strengths
she will get just as annoyed as me because we have listened to the same song on repeat for 30 minutes, and help me make everyone else in the room miserable by yelling lyrics. SLEDGEHAMMER.
she's obnoxious. so am I.
my sassy, sarcastic, sweet friend Sydney who has claimed to be "lost and weird" without me there. And although I have no idea what the future holds for us, I think being lost and weird may just be where we belong :)
Hilary. my favorite little monster.
I think we were born to be friends. when our friendship was just starting, it was said i was the water to her soul. but something has to hold that water, and her soul is the perfect place for me to run and hide.
for four straight years she has been there to see my highest highs and my lowest lows. shes been there to hear me out when i complain and help me work through things that i cant quite understand on my own. she has a wisdom that is so beyond what anyone should expect from a 22 year old college kid.
a 22 year old college kid, which is exactly what she is.
a kid at heart is a perfect way to describe the 2 to the "1-2 punch" that we have become over the years.
she's as easily excitable about small things as i am.
especially food.
and instant gratification decisions.
and sweets.
over the past 4 years she and I have become the same person, but a slightly different version. we always match. hardly ever on purpose, but great minds do think alike.
my always dependable pool buddy. but not before sonic happy hour.
Hilamonster. My road trip companion who loved on penelope from the beginning, despite her funny name.
she will go get fast food with me at any hour. then come home and sit in the car for 2 hours just to chat about life and all the wonderful things we have been given that we dont deserve.
she understands me, both the good and not so good parts.
she's my city girl who appreciates Small Town, TX for what it is.
she's always late, I'm always early. but it's perfect. it really is.
she has taught me to have an appreciation for wine, although we're still working on that blue moon :)
she loves goofy pop songs.
and because of it I love goofy pop songs.
and listen to them on repeat 10 times in a row, but instead of yelling the lyrics, join her in the silly dancing.
she has taught me the true meaning behind the saying, "whats mine is yours". her generosity is astounding and has helped me see that worldly possessions are simply that, worldly possessions.
they wont be there when you get to heaven.
but this girl will be. she's a God fearing woman, and is a role model to me and my friends.
Hilary is one of kind. A dear friend that I couldn't have possibly made it through undergrad without.
None of us, including Hilary, have any idea where she will be at the beginning of August when I come back to school for one last semester of undergrad, but thats okay. I can't help but not worry about it. Friendships like this don't just end with distance. She's a keeper. The peanut butter to my jelly, the filling to my Oreo, the mac to my cheese. My butterfly, fully grown and flying on her way to great things, I just know it.
here we are.
as baby freshman.
with my other favorite graduate, Leigh Ann (my current roomie, who is staying for another 2 years to go to grad school with me, yippee!!)
friends of a lifetime these 3 are.
i love you. and you. and you.
but especially you three.
ps super long first post, i know. but i got great friends. shorter posts to follow, promise :)
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