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A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walk out.
- Walter Winchell

A best friend shares the good times and help you out by listening during the bad times.

One’s best friend is oneself.

A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
- Bernard Meltzer

Best friend is someone who knows all about you and loves you anyway.
- Elbert Hubbard

Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
- Anais Nin

Only your real friends will tell you when your face is dirty.

Never explain yourself. Your friends don’t need it and your enemies won’t believe it.

If all my friends were to jump off a bridge, I wouldn’t jump with them, I’d be at the bottom to catch them.

It takes a long time to grow an old friend.
- John Leonard

There is nothing worth the wear of winning, but laughter and the love of friends.

One who finds a faithful friend, finds a treasure.

A friend is a gift one give oneself.
- Robert Louis Stevenson

Good friends are like stars…. You don’t always see them, but you know they are always there.

My best friend is the one who brings out the best of me.
- Henry Ford

The medicine of life is to have true faithful friends.

True friends are like diamonds, precious and rare. False friends are like leaves, found everywhere.

A best friend can tell you things you don’t want to tell yourself.

Lots of your friends want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
- Oprah Winfrey

The best mirror in the world is an old friend.

A true friend is someone you can disagree with and still remain friends.If not, they weren’t true friends in the first place.

A best friend is like a four leaf clover, hard to find and lucky to have.

A friend accepts us as we are yet helps us to be what we should.

True friends are very difficult to find, hard to leave, and impossible to forget.

A true friend reaches for your hand and touches your heart.

Hold a true friend with both your hands.

A friend is someone who lets you have total freedom to be yourself.
- Jim Morrison

When you look around and your world is crumbling or when you think no one loves you, your best friend is the one to run to you.

Everyone hears what you say. Friends listen to what you say. Best friends listen to what you don’t say.

A true friend is one who thinks you are a good egg even if you are half cracked.

Thick and thin, tall and small, fast and slow. Tell me who is always there for you. I am sure you know. Your best friend, of course, don’t let him or her go

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Just as a side note, watch what you say.
Anywhere.
If you wouldn't say it in person, don't put it on any form of social website.
(Hahaa as I look at all my blogs.. whoops?)

But really, cyberbullying isn't cool as well as bullying IN ANY FORM. Would you want someone to say these things to you? Most likely not. And for all you lames out there who think, "I wouldn't care if someone said it to me so they shouldn't either." Cut it out. You know that what you are going to say/do is meant to hurt someone. And if that is the case, you are very immature and need to grow up.

Now that, I would say to someone. I hate bullying. If I see someone in the hallway getting bullied (which isn't like it is in movies, getting shoved in lockers and what not,) I might twalk up and tell you to knock it off. It isn't right at all. What makes you so much better than someone and gives you the right to make fun, call names, and push someone around for your amusement? Nothing
Nothing. At. All.

Al I am asking is that you please, don't bully. It's not right and you know it, I know it, everyone knows it. But eyt, they ignor that and do it anyway. I am challanging ANYONE who reads this, to stand up for someone who is being bullied, or tell someone that what they have been doing lately just isn't right. Try to make a difference. I know I will. I hope you will too.

And if anyone has anything else they'd like to add, please, feel free to add it in the comments below! (:

I have been on facebook lately and noticed a lot of girls in my grade are posting pictures of themselves, and not just any pictures. Pictures of them in there bras, booty shorts, tank tops, and bikinis. Of course I can understand girls in their swim suits, but girls in swim suits sitting on guys laps is another story. I might be wrong but that is downright nasty. Most of our generation seems to like to act and look like whores from a playboy magazine.
I see little ten year old girls wearing bikinis making out with sixteen year old boys in parks. And even worse is 13-14 yr olds go to the park to have sex in the slides. What the freak is wrong with the world? I wonder if teenagers just like being sluts and whores.
Little girls look up to their older sisters and they try to be like them. So when big sis starts wearing low cut shirts and booty shorts, the girls want to be like sis. The little girls don't know that they are doing bad things, they are just being like sis is. It's only when they are older when they realize that they dress like whores and by then they already live the slut life style.

Everybody has something that means the world to them, or something that they don't want anybody else to see. Something they think they humiliate themselves in, something they think that if someone else saw it they'd see them as a different person. Someone they never knew, someone they never will know.

For some people it can be the smallest, simplest, everyday object, that people pass by all the time without a second glance, or even a thought. My bestfriend had one of these, but I didn't see the importance of it until now. It was a small book. I figured it was her diary, why else would she not want me to see what wonders lay within the cover. Every time I went to her house and was in her room it was merely a step away but I had never noticed it before, given it a glimpse of interest.

I took the book, and ran, ran away from the room, with every intention of reading it. I'd figured it was her diary, and I already knew almost every detail of her events this far in life. I didn't think she had anything to hide, and if she did I was about to read them.

It wasn't a diary when I finally got the chance to open it, after taking to her begging and to her bargaining, letting her watch me as I skimmed through the pages. I'm not going to say what was in the pages - for her - but I had no idea why she didn't want anyone to see. To me they had absolutely no meaning, she was humiliated by what was in it, thinking my image of her was shattered. She was wrong, if anything she seems better to me, to feel so humiliated about something so simple, something I, in all honestly, would not even have cared the slightest about. Once she saw my reaction, I think she realised that anything she shows, or tells me will stay with me, and not be told aloud to anyone willing to listen. I'd move mountains for her, if i had that superpower, but I don't and I want you to know, that even the smallest thing that is important to you, even if I don't think it has any bit of significance, I will be there for you.

Waiting for you to pour your heart and soul through me. So I can help, and be your bestfriend.

I don't know how to start off.

I've been crushing on a boy, he has a on and off again relationship with this other girl who is two years older then him. He kept telling everyone that he wouldn't get back with her, and as you may have realised they are back.

I knew I never stood a chance with him, but just to have him go straight back to her. He doesn't know I like him, which I am so thankful for.

But I can't help but thinking, if he knew would he be with me.

I know he wouldn't, but I just hoped someone like him would like me. That's not how the world works though.

I find this just a little bit weird. The other day I was texting my boyfriend and only my boyfriend. (We have been going great for those of you wondering!)That's when I get a text from a number not in my contacts. I thought, "Did I give my number out to anyone that I didn't get theres yet?" Well no, I hadn't. And it wasn't just a simple 'Hey' it was something weird.

Random number: "eww.haha. Who else did you send that to?"
Me: "Who is this?"
Random number: "_____, who's this?"

YOU GOT IT. IT WAS 'HER'.

I just about died. I had so much running through my mind. 'Should I answer?' 'How did SHE get my number?' but the one I personally couldn't get past. (For those of you who do not wish to have their virgin eyes corrupted by senseless ranting of profanity, plase skip down!) 'You fucking bitch. You whore. You homewrecker. Why did I just get a text from this ass-wipe? Blah blah blah...' Yeah, I know a little harsh. But I was really hurt that night and this really stirred the pot for me.

HOW IT HAPPENED. Oh, this is what I mean by one hell of a coincidence. My boyfriend had sent me a picture of himself dressed in some really stupid outfit consiting of basketball shorts, a t-shirt, a button-up only covering his chest on top of the t-shirt, and wresting head-gear. He then had forwarded it from my message to her number. So when she replied, it got sent to my phone as well.
I don't know if this happens in all cases of forwarding? But it did for me.

Moral of the story is, don't trust message forwarding. No one likes forwards anyway.

So Saturday was deb :) Holy shit I can't type that out without smiling
It was the best and the greatest and the night was just so lovely.
So it literally took me about five hours to get ready (but about an hour of that time was spent eating pho whilst reading blogs.)
Anyway, after a lot of stress (because my make-up artist totally fucked over my make-up) I did get to my friend Gaelan's house on time for limo. But as it turns out, I shouldn't have even bothered stressing out for time because our hummer rocked up an hour and fifteen minutes late.

So we arrive at deb and do a run through of the ceremony and eat sandwiches and camwhore like the whore like beings we are and at about 7pm, all 40 debutantes get ushered into this tiny little room to wait for the beginnings of the presentation.
Worst. Idea. Ever.
As we all know, I go very weird when there are lots of people in confined space and my stress levels heightens by about a million. This is what happened when I was stuck inside that tiny, little room and I became all flustered and I started talking incredibly fast about the most sporadic things to Chloe and other people I barely even know.
And then came, you know, the actual presentation and I completely flipped out. And then when I had to walk across the dance floor to be presented I was shaking like a crazy bitch which probably is going to look absolutely god awful when the video comes out.
So then we had to stand there for what felt like a million years while the other couples got presented and then we began to dance. And I know this sounds corny and lame but I was so happy I could have just died then and there. So much so that I couldn't stop smiling for the entire 15 minutes and most likely looked like shiny, fake prom queen because I was smiling that hard.

So after all the presentation shit, we got to talk to our families and friends which was lovely since I love them all and I was still smiling like a prom queen. Anyway, so after running around socialising for what felt like a bajillion years, me and Kevin (guy in photo and my deb partner) decided to go and eat our mains since him & I were starving (It was 10pm by the mains got served at my table and not to mention, I hadn't eaten since about 10am that day) but then Norah Jones' song "Don't Know Why" came on.

I'm pretty sure our conversation went something like this:
Me: "Okay Kevin I know I'm starving but I love this song so I'm going to dance"
Kevin: "Okay then."
-I walk onto the dancefloor to find my other male friend-
Me: "Why are you still here? I thought you were eating"
Kevin: "You said you wanted to dance..."
Me: 'Oh! Okay then!"
-begins slow dancing to possibly the greatest song ever-
Me: "Don't you feel awkward?"
Kevin: "Surprisingly I'm not; I'm with you"

And then after about two minutes I realise his mum staring at us dancing with these angry gleam in her eye (his mother absolutely hates me) and I was said "lol, your mum is staring at us. i think this is our cue to leave. run run!" and we gallivanted from the dance floor to eat our mains (which were god awful but when you haven't eaten anything for 12 hours, everything tastes good.)
Oh but don't get me wrong, I don't like my partner (in fact he's my best friend)

I didn't really do much for the rest of the night; mostly danced and attempted to avoid camwhorring at costs possible (a decision I now regret as I look through my minimal photos) and flitted around the room talking to friends and family.

I can't really even begin to explain why deb was so fantastic and why I had such a good time but it was definitely the highlight of my year (so far) and I just loved how much love there was between everyone on the night.

But yes, thank you to all of those who came (particularly Liz and Karen who are the loves of my life,) all of those who participated (Bree and Chloe, the other loves of my life,) my mother for paying for all most of this and to Kevin, for quite possibly being the most amazing deb partner ever (even though everyone says that.)

I honestly don't think I could have gotten through the night without him since I was going absolutely beserk (well it was a controlled beserk) in the two hour lead up to being presented.
But Kevin was so sweet and lovely in dealing with my craziness in simple gestures like squeezing my hand when I was flipping out before I was going to be presented, carrying all my make-up shit around in his tux pockets since I couldn't be bothered bringing a clutch to deb, for always keeping me company (except when I went the bathroom) since he knew I was on the brink of having a crying fit and wanted to keep an eye on me and for telling me that he was going to put that sash on me at the end of the ceremony (it was meant to be a surprise to all the girls doing deb) since he knew if he didn't I'd probably karate chop him in the middle of his head.

All in all, as I've said about a jillion times in this post, deb was so much fun and I loved it and it was the best.