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As I sit here and listen to the amazing Chase Coy, whose mesmeric voice just melts your heart into a puddle of adolecent mush, I am reminded of my good friend Arielle. Not because there's something about Ohio or because the highway miles seem so long (as Chase's song so affectionately proclaims), but because it's an hour to midnight and being that it's summer, our boredom is increasing. Thus was born the Yahoo! conversation that started in the 9 o'clock neighborhood and eventually lead to this entry.

We have decided to blog about each other. Just for funsies.

Ah yes, I remember the first time I met Arielle. Or at least I wish I did, because for the life of me I can't recall. I know we had a mutual friend and we were in the awkward days of 8th grade, but it kills me that I can't pinpoint the first meeting. Maybe it was in the hallway. Probably. She insists that I was introduced by our mutual friend, who then proceeded to say something about a popular anime at the time (because everyone has gone through the Anime Stage) and how we both have seen it.

Suuure Arielle, whatever you say.

But since that day Arielle and I have become amigos. We're going into our 11th year of school and still take solice in the dorky little aspects of our personalities. Like taking the Which Transformer Are You? quiz, and then comparing answers. Our procrastination is unparalled, which has its set backs no doubt, but is still very amusing. We share a deep love of the letters C and F put together, for 44 year old actors, for "robots in disguise", for our sadistic art teacher who overworks us, and, well golly I could go on. But I won't, because I told her I'd make a list. And I shall.


Things That Deeply Amuse Me About Arielle

• Her ability to scare the bageebers out of herself just by mentioning a dream that I told her I had years ago
• Her seemingly unending knowledge of just about everything
• She actually wikipedia'd what scientology was so she would be ready for my question when I asked it
• How she makes fun of my laugh, even though the world knows she secretly loooves it
• Her discussions on the future (which I thoroughly enjoy/support, by the way)
• Her dislike of anything ugly
• Her inability to make up her mind
• Setting the microwave on fire
• Not knowing that when heated, foil is flammable, thus setting the microwave on fire
• Laughing at my fat jokes and knowing who they are directed at
• Her ability to carry out a legitimate political conversation with me and providing intelligent opinions on the matter
• She is a mermaid
• How with the simple act of curling her hair, her entire personality changes
• Her mad video editing skillz (We rise together!)
• Her Popular Science subscription
• She loves to gossip as much as I do
• She puts up with me
• How she still indulges in the dorkiness that is the Elemental Weilders' Club and refers to me by my "element", and I by hers
• I can make her crumble with a single word: strangers
• She makes me feel like a freaking Nobel Prize winning author, even when I have yet to complete three measley chapters of my so called book
• Her comic, which she needs to finish
• RORO RAFAEL!
• She shares my love of funny words (like "fetish"), sexy redheads, and goggles
• She shares my love of sexy redheads WEARING goggles
• She loves X-Men
• Her favorite Superhero ever is my favorite X-Men, Shadowcat
• She actually, I don't know, likes me enough to admit that Shadowcat would in fact make a sick nickname for me... which says a lot
• She recorded arguably one of my dorkiest comments on her cell phone
• She actually thought about applying to SCAD with me when it came time, that way we could both be the stereotypical cutsie little art students we are at heart... complete with knit beanies and messanger bags
• "Water pickle"

I'm going to miss you next year. Because I love my azn.