Amigos

I've been realizing who my real friends are lately, so I decided to reaffirm them.

1) Alexander Charles Moll: Dude, you're the person I've been friends with the longest, out of all my current friends. I friggin' loved summer school thanks to you, you crazy hilarious greek jew that I've been able to be a bad influence upon, you're always there to lighten the mood, or help me with my homework (aka let me copy without your knowledge) and dude we have the best times messing with Anika in history, and messing with Marissa and Fatya in Moral Theo, also completely fucking with Mac in P.E. Moll. I Fucking Love You, this time, in the straightest possible way.
2) Anika Elise Adeni: I knew you last year but we weren't really that close until the end, when you found out my middle name. I never thought that the blasphemous shouts of "DOUG DOUG" would ever cease, but now that they have, I kind of that rather reverent libelation, a sort of term of endearment, much like my use of "Satan" or other such phrases. However, I know that no matter how much banter and insulting is exchanged between the two of, we hold eachother in the highest regards. Even when you slam my head into a locker, or laugh as I yell out "FUCK THAT" in front of Ms. Dwyer, when you claw the fuck out of my arms or elbow me in the pubes, or even when my hands are on your desk in history, and you tap it, then harder, then ball your fist and slam it on my hand, then harder, then you grab your book. Yeah, I know, apparently is spite of my annoyingness, that manages to drive you insane, I somehow can keep you sane. And believe me, you have no idea how much you have done for my sanity, and how utterly psychotic and lost I would be without you.
3) Christopher Michael Gutierrez: Dude. Fatya's Cakes. Need I say more? No, I do not, but I shall anyway, for the sake of eloquence. Dude, your writings are the shit. No lie, my next favorite author. You, my crazy ass half-guinea, half-beaner, but all nigga, friend. From your quick transitions from regular conversation, to being a philosophizer, we haven't been close that long, only about 4 months (HOLY SHIT THATS IT?!?!?!?!), and we may have hated each other without even knowing each other last year, but dude. I FUCKING LOVE YOU MAN! From all the random crazy ass shit that happens when we chill at Arlena's (I still find it ironic that you started the icing thing, but were the only one to not get any on him) from ME BEING THE ONE THAT MADE THE CAKE WHEN YOU SUGGESTED IT, to writing Fatya on it, and recording it so that the ENTIRE CLASS HAS SEEN IT, and now fucking Fiandor wants me to make him a cake. Douche bag. I still love our ironically crude and crass conversations in front of the Mary statue at lunch, to our random chidings about girls cakes.
4) Arlena Bertha De La Rosa: Hoe, Bitch, Slut and Oralena. All those deragotory names that you put up with out of me, and you still, somehow, fucking love me. Well I love you too HOE! From all our cheating on Iminlikewithyou, er... I mean OMGPOP :/, more specifically, Draw My Thing. From my hooker/pole dancer drawings to randomly hitting on/arguing with people in the room with us, with your boy friend Chris by my side. All our chilling after school, and just all around mischief all the time, times with you are generally hilarious and kick ass! As you already know, I'm walking to your house every day this summer, and we're getting summer jobs.
Last but not least... 5) Karen Truong Ly: Ah, Karen(i)Ly where to begin. You are one of the most complex and hilarious figures I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I haven't known you very long, yet I fucking love you! From talking just about everyday, about everything from your boyfriend (MOLLY MOLLY MOLLY) to soccer, they are often the most enjoyable times of my day, thanks to your charisma and awesome gangsterness. ILY MY VIETRISH BEST FRAAAAAND.

You all kick ass, all warned me not to make the biggest mistake of the year, I made it any way, and I thank you guys for still being there for me. i'll listen next time :D'
Tyler