Distance Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

I hear a lot of people say this about their significant others, but it's never worked out so well for me. All my long distance relationships have ended in disaster. It's never been this way with platonic friendships. Either we stop talking altogether, or we just get along better. Anyway, it sums up this entire trip with every high school friend I've spent time with during.

Julie is a must see whenever I visit California. She's like my sister, and, although we probably couldn't be more different, my best friend. I can tell her anything and she wouldn't judge me, even if she'd probably judge everyone else that did the same things. She went with me to a party where there was drinking and hookah and it's totally not her scene but she stuck around for a little bit anyway. She'll still talk to me like a normal person when I'm drunk and wouldn't see me any differently. Therefore, I have to single her out. She's a JEWEL HAHA GET IT?! because...Julie? Jewel-y? That's something she might find funny.

Another person that really stuck out was Jacky. Jacky and I have had our ups and downs throughout high school, a lot of them. Last we talked, we were arguing and we actually never resolved whatever issue we had. However, when we saw each other at Jarel's party, we were just so excited we didn't care and I can't even remember what we even used to fight about. I hadn't really hung out with her in almost two years! Who cares what happened in high school. The only thing that mattered is that we were once friends, and the good times, and we stuck by each other all night (even when we knocked down all the hookah and burned Jarel's wood floor oops).

A lot of people asked me "You're hanging out with Nico...why?" Why not? "Didn't he hurt you really bad?" or "Weren't you guys...you know?" Wow, they honestly remember that? Thanks for reminding me man. Okay...okay. I remember it too, but I'm the only one who should! I mean, I still have some bitter feelings whenever I listen to Meg and Dia's album "Here, Here, and Here" because it brings me back to all that negativity. I listened to that album as an escape from all that drama. It was...what, three years ago? I'm over it. He wasn't a good...you know, whatever it was, but he's a good friend. He's a fun dude, and I'd like to hang out with him more when I'm in California, because I skipped out on that my last two visits.

Lastly, Matthew Grey. Do I need to even get into that. I was mad at him for a stupid reason a week before I left for California and I didn't even say sorry about it until we stopped by his house when we couldn't think of anywhere else to hang out. Only reason why he was a last resort was because I was mad at him, otherwise we would've been there earlier. I thought it over in the car and decided it was stupid so we hugged and made up. I appreciate how he watched out for me at the parties we went to or the nightly 3am visits while I was drinking all that nasty Coors Light or getting high as heck. He's gonna be one of my best friends forever unless he does something weird, like, kill my family or something.

I love them all and the rest my friends so much. I deleted a lot of the people I ran into that week off Facebook previously because I thought, "I'm in New Mexico, I'm never going to see them again, who cares about them because I know they don't care about me." The last part might be true but I honestly do love them all so much. And not just them. My mom, Aubrey and Greg. I miss them daily and I want to keep them as long as I can until they start getting me involved in their crystal meth schemes. I don't want to get shot 4 times by a mexican drug cartel pair of cousins.

Sorry, too much Breaking Bad lately.

That week was the happiest I've been in a while, which really says something. That maybe I don't belong in Albuquerque. As happy as I was to be accepted to the Veterinary Technology program for this upcoming fall, it probably wasn't anywhere near as happy as I was that week.

xoxo
Angie