Remember.....
Penny Lane.
the sex talk Aaron Gillespie gave us.
"it's because i'm brown."
when everyone at that party could see us changing through the window.
when we played in the rain.
gawking at Will Beckett.
that weekend in Chicago.
"WAIT! You guys can't NOT laugh!"
that guy at Rocky Mountain Cafe.
when you use to pick on me.
whe that tranny asked you for ciggs in Chi.
"hey lady, what are you doing there?!"
watching that iCarly marathon.
pooh bears.
running from those guys in the mini van and feeling like we were the warriors.
gossip girl nights.
"REMEMBER!? That shirt I wore when I was a drunk!" "Dude, don't say that in front of your dad."
when we were being obnoxious when we went to see the Transformers.
watching eternal sunshine of a spotless mind in your basement.
how every time you would come over, we'd lock my door and lay on my bed talking for hours and hours.
when you through me in my dorm to prevent me from beating up that girl.
playing cops and robbers after church.
volunteering in Chicago for those concert tickets.
bellies.
all of our awkward moments.
"what does NOOW mean?"
when you were laughing at me so hard, you fell to the ground.
adding "ladies" to the end of everything to try to sound creepy.
"I don't want to eat them, I just want them in my tummy."
how everyone would pause every time you'd call me a mexican.
our evil "plan" to lock everyone in the house.
when that police officer tried arresting me for drinking sparkling grape juice.
when you guys through me into the hotel pool with all of my clothes on.
how my pants wouldn't stay up when we were running to the van.
how obsessed we were with the cheetah chair at java jim's.
we watched a bunch of movies while lying in your bed.
being afraid to go to "Level 1" and him almost going to "Level 2."
having sunny d withdrawals.
how the puppy use to run out of the room with my underwear.
you became one of my favorite freshies, even though I barely knew you.
the toilet that exploded on the train ride back from chicago.
watching those guys dance outside of the hilton.
going to subway every time you took me to mishawaka.
watching Rocky Horror three times in one night, and as a result, doing the time warp over and over the next day.
when i hadn't see you for two months, and i gave you a million kisses as he drove us around.
when those creepy guys got mad at us for yelling at them when we were walking around in Chi.
when you forced me to eat all of those gingerbread men.
"There's gonna be some drama. DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA DRAMADRAMADRAMA DRAMA."
neapolitan.
when i'd sneak out of the games after performances and you and your brother would pick me up so we could all hang out.
how scared i was of the pigeons at the train station.
how odd your mother thought it was that you would always stay the night at my house.
i'll run.
that creepy, weird dude who kept being rude and obnoxiously stalkerish at the train station in Chi.
laying down under the stars on the hill when we were little kids.
pulling down the crowdsurfers that were rude.
screaming like maniacs at the car wash.
how no matter what mood i was in, his smile always made me happy, even though i didn't have a crush on him or anything. it was just because of how happy he looked.
the singer of that band grabbing his crotch in our faces.
walking to the tree late at night.
swimming to the raft while your arm was broken.
climbing the side of that bridge.
the day at the antique store.
when we went to the art gallery and ate a million sandwiches.
dieing of thirst and hunger at warped tour.
all of those weird slipknot fans.
when the singer of that band put his forehead to mind.
the guy from that band accidently spitting on me, making the number of times i got spit on at that show 4.
"that looks like a fat toe."
getting juice juice everyday.
when we'd put duct tape on our jeans everyday, just because.
dressing like we were in the eighties.
"OHMIGOODNESS! Have you ever seen a bird fly that low!?"
laughing hysterically at child's play in your living room.
starting a cheeklicking craze at java jim's the last night it was all ages.
how jealous she was that i was your best friend.
feeling infinite.
the cab.
splashing around at the fountains in Chicago.
those moments that seemed like they were straight out of chick flicks.
"Ooooh! Pretty pretty, I'm Kelly." "Thank you!"
when we would dance to that song in your living room every night.
button. button. BUTTON!
"You seem like a feminizer!"
Checking out that guy at Borders.
"Oh! I can be a person who just got done shopping!" "You're a jerk."
how you always acted like a rock star in the living room and you broke his guitar string.
when you guys all came over dressed in costumes to see that band.
your supa'fly dance skillz.
how you picked up that frog when we were playing in the road when it was raining and how afraid i was of it.
when we danced in the middle of the intersection on lincolnway.
hanging with prada, before they were big.
dancing on the tables.
going crazy to shwayze.
pulling all nighters every other day.
when we woke you up at five in the morning by throwing rocks at your window.
when we ran along side the train as the guys went back home.
all of those outrageously ridic' parties.
going to that coffee shop in the middle of the night every single weekend.
when I stayed up with you all night long, via AIM and cell phone.
"MISS NEW BOOTY! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"She just wants to love you, let her love you."
"But she rubbed her butthole on me!!"
George Lopez?
"OH NO! This book is really heavy! Aggghhh!"
"Is that a box of COOKIES you have!?"
"Yes it is. You can have one, but only because you know how to walk with a ladder."
"Gee, thanks. HEY GUYS! EVERYONE! I HAVE A COOKIE AND YOOOOOU DON'T!"
when I broke my necklace acting like the kids who bring the doom.
"We're going to CiCi's."
"Is that Mexican?"
how foggy it was that one night.
trying to teach you how to do the pelvic thrust.
taking all those pictures on the bridge.
how bad the guys scared you.
waiting all night to find out what "your thing" was and getting led to the middle of the woods to dig up a time capsule.
"I am the mafia."
making the new time capsule.
that kid who wouldn't stop following us when we went ice skating.
"You ain't tough!"
how Mase could NOT ice skate.
when I got thrown on her car like, five times.
"Let's just pretend that didn't happen."
"Gina, wake up."
toasting to the last SUNDAY of the year.
"What, ya comin' on ta me?!"
"She said yo'r a lesbian."
I AM NOT BISEXUAL.
"Awww, that's sad. They can't hold hands."
Twidike.
how bad he had to use the bathroom at Wal-Mart.
that sweet watch from BK.
how many times you sent me that same exact text.
"Give me a hug...NOT YOU! Get out the way!"
"OMG! ALL YOU DO IS NAG"
wanting to hug that kids legs sooo bad.
"Why do you have sulfur dioxide in the classroom?"
"Deep down inside, we'll always be best friends."
"AWWW, Joel that was so cute. That was like, a chick flick moment."
"I hate you so much."
"I love you too."
"Yeah, you know I really do love you."
BEEF AND BOOBIES.
"Interception!...oh, owww."
the fort we made in the living room.
when you made crepes for breakfast, and then Elvis puked.
"Anissa, why am I such a slut?"
Oooooh, scenebabies. My favorite.
"GO RAMPAGE JACKSCHON!"
"Maybe I shouldn't drive with my eyes closed."
"Did someone just fart? I think I inhaled it."
"I might have."
"Let's just rub our no-no's together and call it dancing."
dragontamer.
when your cat attacked her puppy.
"That's massive!"
"You're massi-whoops."
when I went for the hoodrat look.
"You're a raunchy trick."
"THAT'S NOT A DOG, THAT'S A BEAR."
"I just littered. GO GO GO!"
"Let's try Frosty-cino, Coffee Toffee Twisted Frosty sound like their trying to hard."
"How did she swallow the horse? Was it pureed?"
raunchy trick.
"OMG! MEXICANS!"
doing a million u-ies, and that one to avoid the haunted cemetary.
testing your seatbelts.
hunting down Andy and being chased by who we thought was Andy.
"Waddup. Heeey. Get monaaay."
racing Mac to say hi.
trying to lure Nick.
"Hey Haley, ya sleepy yet?"
"White. NOOO!"
keyboard cat.
"Dead children? PUNCH IT!"
doing our trick call.
"What are you going to college for? Trickanometry?"
"Hot glue is the devil's jizz."
It's not Superchick, 'cause she's a SuperTRICK.
"Yeah, sounds exotic."(rolls eyes)
That painting needs to be in the kitchen for all to see
Weeeeak sauce.
"Is it possible for me to shower?"
"Why yes, we do have a shower."
"Who's ChaCha?"
"I don't think I've done anyone wrong. I JUST NEED TO KNOW I'M NOT A TRICK!"
"It's a wordless jingle, duh!"
throwin' 'bows at Family Force 5.
Susan Boyle.
"It's just cake. It's just cake. I TOUCHED THE CAKE!"
many more memories to come.
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