Friends.

I've been looking back on my life lately and I have come to realize that the only people that have really stuck by me were my friends. I didn't have a great family to fall back to so naturally I made friends and I have been surrounded by them ever since. However, the last week or so I look back on just my friends. I have had the same friends since I was in elementary and middle school and we all still hang out only it's different.  We all have changed. Just like any other group of friends there are two people that are closer to each other than the rest, which is understandable. And even though every time we all get together and hang out there seems to be an enormous elephant in the room. Non of us are going to talk about it but we want to. We aren't the same people we once were back in the old days. Our priorities are different and there seems to be too much going on in our individual lives. I will be the first to admit that I have my own problems that I need to conquer first before helping others, I have no place judging my friends and the way they handle things that's their business. Yet at times I can't help but to think if they are still my friend for the same reasons long ago..considering that I've changed. It seems that our non-dramatic group has now become built up on drama at least to me it is. Whenever we hang out it seems like something has to always go wrong or someone always has to say a sarcastic comment to each other. The group is like divorced parents' and the other parent (friend) doesn't like it if you want to go hang out with the other for a day. And of course we don't want that parent to be mad at us so we make up a lie, such as, "I have to spend the whole day with my family sorry." When what it actually means is, "I don't want to hang out with you today and I already have plans with a person you don't always necessarily get along with, but don't get mad." That or they don't text back, which is always nice. I can honestly say I loved it when friends knocked on your door and asked to go play. I miss when we could all tell each other what we thought to each others' faces, instead we just sit and act like nothing is going on and then wait to tell our closest friend what we actually think. Well this isn't good because now it just leads into DRAMA. I explained last time how I left about it so I don't need to go on much more. I love my friends, they mean everything to me, but I feel like we are going through a rough break up and we can either sit and discuss where this relationship is going or we can part our separate ways and stay civil. Either way I would like to have this all figured out rather than keeping an unwanted elephant in the room.

Living with my best friend Shannon Gibbons!

I'm living with Shannon once again. For all of you who do not know who this person is, well she's a life savor a real true camper. I lived with her for a week in November and I'm back again. I arrived at her house around 5 something; I had a lot of homework to do. When I arrive at Shannon's she gives me the choice of Mac and Cheese or Chicken nuggets and french fries; she made mac and cheese, the family size. After we eat we head up to her room to study and get homework done; that doesn't plan out too well. We start talking, people are texting her, and I need a clean environment to study in. The room is hidden under a heaping pile of clothes and other bedroom objects so we start cleaning...an hour has passed and we are still cleaning, talking, texting, and at random times stating that we HAVE to get our homework done. We find amusement in little things such as me running into a door, and then recording it 2,3, even 4 times because it's just so much more funny the next time around. It is now around 12:00AM when we finally sit on opposite sides of the bedroom to do homework. I'm typing three papers at once and losing concentration. I realize I shouldn't procrastinate. It's 2oclock and I pass out, I wake up, but not fully; I can hear Shannon typing, she's talking to me about something but I can't make out what so I just say I'm fine. She realizes I am out cold and stops talking; I go back to sleep to the sound of keyboard. It is 6:23 AM I hear a door open and "Goood morning Amanda! Time to get uuuup it is 6:23." All I'm thinking is, "my god you cannot be serious!"
This is day 1 living with my best friend Shannon Gibbons..I'm thinking it's going to be an adventure.