Thursday, August 6, 2009

Best Friends

Tonight I thought I would write a little bit about my best friends. I just read one of their blogs and I haven't really written anything of real substance lately. So I figured he was a good topic that I could write a little bit of meaningful words about... Hopefully.

On television it seems to me that a lot of the time (at least on shows aimed at teens/preteens) the main character always has two best friends. One guy and one girl to be specific. I'm a lot like that. My two best friends, Ian and Kara, are the people in my life who probably know the most about me, other than my mom. I've known them both for around four years. However, neither of them were my best friends until long after I met them.

Kara and I met through a mutual friend of ours in the beginning of 7th grade. Hillary introduced us at a Science Olympiad meeting, and, at the time, both of us were shy and did not really talk to each other much. This continued on through all of 7th grade and well into 8th. In fact, I think I can attribute our friendship to my mom's silliness when we were at the national Science Olympiad competition. We had developed a little bit of a friendship at team meetings over the past two years, but it was not until my mom gave us an inside joke (chicken) that we really became friends.

After we got back from Kansas, Kara and I started talking more, specifically in our U.S. History class with Mr. Carter (it is ironic that it was also in this class that I started to become friends with Ian (more on him later).) At first we mostly talked about silly things. Though I can't remember exactly the topics, many inside jokes came from these conversations. Over the past two years Kara and I have become more than the casual acquaintances we were when Hillary first introduced us.

Our conversations now consist of long pauses where neither of us know quite what to say. However, Kara is a great listener. Throughout the passed two years she has helped me get through so much. Earlier this year I might have said that she probably does not know how much, but I think she does now.

I could talk about what a great friend Kara is to me for hours. There are things she does that I can not stand sometimes and in my opinion that just makes our friendship better. No person is perfect, no one is without their flaws. When friends are able to see that their friends have problems and maybe even be annoyed by those problems it shows that they have a good friendship. Obviously, it takes more than that but that is one thing that is important to me. I think I will have to ask Kara if she thinks any of the things I do are obnoxious... Ha ha.

I think I will move on to Ian, now, because he is who is on my mind tonight. Ian and I also met through mutual friends. Though I do not think we were ever really introduced. It was more like 'oh, I know who you are, you hang out with so-and-so' than anything else.

As I mentioned earlier, Ian and I first started talking to each other in our 8th grade U.S. History class. There was a group of us who sat in a corner and would talk all the way through class (Kara was never part of this group... that I remember). In October of 9th grade Ian called me one night and asked if I would like to go to the haunted house with him and some other friends. (On a quick side note, it just struck me how long ago this feels and how not long ago it really was... Almost two years, but not quite. And yet it seems like four.) I agreed to meet him at the elementary school by my house and then we would see who else was able to come.

To our luck it turned up that no one could come with us. We still had a great time, though. I remember one part of the haunted house that is hilarious looking back on it. We got to this bedroom and noticed that we had to go through a closet full of coats and clothes. We were both so sure that there was going to be something in the closet and neither of us wanted to go first. We were squealing and shoving each other and basically just not moving forward. Eventually a creepy guy from the last room came in and scared us to go through what was just a closet full of clothing.

After we were done at the haunted house that night we went to Burger Stop and I refused his offer to get me something. Then he walked me back to the elementary school we met at. It was dark, it was late, and I knew I was in trouble. However, I still think that that night was awesome. I had so much fun and Ian and I were starting to become good friends.

However, that night he told me that he was done going to Fairfield. He was going to be home schooled from now on. I am not the kind of person who typically hangs out with friends outside of school (more so then) and so I knew I would not be seeing Ian very much anymore.

In fact, over the next year I saw him once, for his birthday, and only had a few very short 'hi, how are you' conversations. Then in March Ian got a Facebook. I am looking at his page right now and it is funny to see all of the messages he got from people who had not heard from him in ages. After that we started talking again and hung out a couple times.

Now we basically talk to each other everyday. Yesterday, he came over to my house and we did basically nothing for hours one end. We have spent days at Lagoon, bowling, walking all over Layton. Give us some free time and we will find something to do or talk about. He has helped me through more than one hard moment in the past few months, though I am not sure he knows it.

Anyway, it is late and this blog has taken me a long time to write... I do not even know if there is anything worth reading here... Oh well. I guess I will find my inspiration again eventually.