8/365--The Perfect Guy

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Who's life HASN'T he impacted?

7/365--I love her, I hate her.

Breanne Koenig. In order to tell you this story, you're going to hear the name Kevin ALOT. I'll explain about him later. He deserves his own post. (: Anyways..Breanne. I used to absolutely HATE her. Everytime I would see her, I would walk the other way. I did everything in my power to avoid her. I remember she had a cheeta print purse. If I caught a glimpse, I would run. It was pathetic. She was dating Kevin for two years, off and on. Story short; (It's such a long and ridiculously complicated story involving four people..) Kevin and Breanne broke up because Kevin liked Hannah. They went out, then he broke up with her because he liked me. So we went out. Hannah was my best friend at the time, so that was a reallllyy bad idea. but like I said, that's the story short. Anyways. So Me and Breanne HATED each other, I'm not quite sure why. I remember I used to call her an oompla loompa behind her back..and we used to hear all the time that we want to fight each other? Anyways..someday I'm going to have to get on here and blog the entire story for everyone to see..It just would raelly literally take all day. It was the love triangle. Kevin was dating hannah, still liked his ex-girlfriend, and liked me. It all come down to Kevin ;) So, Me and Breanne ended up hating Kevin and becoming really good friends. The first time she came over was the most awkward thing in the entire world. The second time was the best, we went to a cul de sac party and built bombs with chad..She's one of my best friends now. I don't know why I got on here if I wasn't in the mood to write the entire story..Well, I planned on it, it's just that I had forgotten how complicated it was until now. I tried to forget, and obviously I did. Hmm.

6/365--Here and Gone

Her name is Emilee Price. What starts fast, ends fast, and this friendship proved it. Hit it off great. A couple lies later, she's gone. Not that I'm stopping her from going. We "made everything okay," But I still don't think she's okay. And she still thinks its my fault. So.
Impacting? Yes.
In a positive way? Not so much.
Moral of this story? Not a clue.

5/365 -- What can I call him?

My world? obsession? infatuation? love? other half? stalker? the cheese to my macaroni? I've been told he's all these things to me. But these things mean nothing. He's Connor Mcclanahan. He's Conface. And that in itself means more than any other silly term of endearment. The memories completely overflow expectations. There will be more to come, I'm sure, but for now I just have to wait, and rely on my memory to keep me company. Patience was never my forte..so for now, lets recall old times, shall we? All the times I got annoyed at that stupid necklace of yours, and had to fix it for you. Having you do interpretive dance in my living room to Hips Don't Lie, by Shakira. Making you macaroni and cheese the first day you came over, even though I hate mac n cheese...going to Walmart during your lunch break so we could sit in subway. bringing you to my softball games. then McDonalds afterwards, of course, where you convince my vegetarian butt to try a chicken nugget for the first time in a year..which i spit out. laughing at the guy in Weldon Spring Park, on that teeter totter thing. going to football games at the school. and the old lady that got onto us. "SEPARATE!" your brother of course.."cut it out." Going to bonfires. Playing hide and seek. losing your brother. swinging in the hammock. my hatred for the hula girl in your car. playing computer games at my house. Wednesdays. listening to fall for you, and me getting in trouble for it. cutting your head out of our homecoming picture and putting your best friend's head..you weren't too happy about that. Me secretly laughing at the fact that you call razors 'shavers'. wearing your super cool Walmart bracelet, haha. going to the lake. you hating converse, which still makes me mad. calling me onstar. sophahead. conface. our stupid little nicknames. talking until 5 in the morning, the first time i ever met you. going to the park, after getting pizza. homecoming, which i don't even need to go into. proposing to me with my corsage, which i told you not to get. my tye dye corsage, haha. "I'm ready for the real world,..So do you want pickles on your burger or what?" Me loving the fact you didn't want to have sex until you were married. Hiding in the back of my car after tennis practice, and popping out, which gave me a minor heart attack. coming to all my tennis games and practices. thinking i had mono and kissing me anyways. you're so stupid..Dressing up as a lightning bug, and handing out coloring books at the fair. your mom said, "you'll find any excuse to hold her hand, huh..even if she is a lightning bug.." Me going to lunch with your while family..except you. You taking a walker and playing with it in shop n save. throwing pads at me in shop n save. and underwear. acting like you were going to kiss me and tripping me into a puddle. i hated you for that. thinking my work sold marijuana, because of the grass game. going school shopping together at kohls. going to petco. the fish that I bought you, and killed on the way home. "You're going to be a bad mother!" You said. "You'll kill our children!" International Surprise Sophia Day, where I got a card (with a dog in a sombrero?) and flowers, because I wasn't feeling good. Vanilla Bean Fraps dropped on my porch from starbucks. And I return the favor by leaving your homecoming tie..sorry about that. Skinny/Fag. funniest thing ever. "Let's go flex and take pictures of ourselves!" :D Going to the chinese place and eating lunch, which was disgusting by the way. watching Harold and Kumar, until I made you turn it off. Telling me I look like Tila Tequila when I hang upside down.--Which is not nice by the way. Blue or yellow air freshener? Howell times in Sheldon's room. And Winship's. Making fun of the way you dress. Going to Alex's open house. You refusing to hold hands with me. taking your brother to Guitar lessons. Going to Dairy Queen. Purple shirts with dinosaurs. "My mom says you look like a hoodrat." && "You're the one giving him hives, Sophia!" watching 10 things I hate about you. "But I like it when you're weird!" Master plans. The little stupid stuff that means nothing to anyone. but the little stuff means so much more than the big stuff. I can wait. I know I can. I have to. I'm not throwing this away because I'm impatient. People say we were dating, but really, we were best friends. We still would be, were we allowed to talk at all. But 16 will be here soon enough. And I'll have my best friend back.

4/365--The other best friend.

I remember the "red light" we were always afraid of. I remember the little "secret passageway" in her closet. I remember winning the dump druck game at her birthday, then giving her all the tickets because she got mad. I remeber when she broke her ankle, and we went to the chinese restaurant. we ordered a lime shake with a milky twist, and it was disgusting. I remember her deciding Kylie was a better best friend because I didn't know how to fold her dad's underwear. I remember our best friend necklaces. I remember the summer we practically lived together. I remember the time we watched flowers in the attic, and cried to let us all sleep over together because we were scared. I remember getting seperate classes in sixth grade, and thinking we would still be best friends. haha..I rememberall the sleepovers we went to at Hannah's together. I remember making necklaces with all her mom's business stuff. I remember seeing her when I came back to visit, and nothing being the same. I remember seeing her for the first time after I moved, and her just giving me an up-down, and realizing everything had changed. I remember realizing, not only were we not best friends, we weren't friends at all. I remember it all. Her name was Caitline Neil. We were friends from the second grade. Guess I should've paid attention to how she folded her Dad's underwear, eh..

3/365--The First Best Friend

I remember writing my phone number on her desk the first time I went to her house. I remember screaming every time I saw her yellow car go by on the road. I remember sitting in the broken swings. I remember writing our book in second grade. I remember getting in a fight about me losing her cap eraser in the fourth grade. I remember buying girl scout cookies from her every year, without fail, despite the fact I hate them. I remember her comforting me in fifth grade, when my heart was broken. I remember calling her the Cheese Queen when she dated the one boy who obsessed over it, when she hated it. I remember our twin wishing trees on the playground. I remember sitting and writing every cuss word we knew on the sidewalk with a rock and daring each other to say them. I remember writing a newsletter for our class. I remember being trash duty people and hanging out with boys over in the back of the school instead. I remember walking to the park. I remember the heartbreaks, laughter, and all the days we slept in late. I remember being pulled apart in sixth grade. I remember her abandoning me in my worst time. I remember moving, and coming back to visit, only to hang out with her. I remember standing on top of the wall at the mall, taking pictures. I remember laughing about how stupid we were as kids. I remember the people we would try to befriend, and thinking we didn't need anyone but each other. I remember the inside jokes. I remember the notes. I remember standing on the side of the super busy street holding signs that said "Honk if you like rainbows", and "Honk if you like cheese". I remember scanning old boyfriend's notes from fifth grade onto facebook. I remember the earrings she got for valentines day from her boy, and us thinking he was rich. I remember trying to clean her room all the time and her not letting me. I remember her essay she wrote about me, saying I was the best gift she had ever gotten. I remember bothering her sister all the time to give up her room. I remember my first best friend, from second grade, Trisha Crawford.