So if you don't have Mrs Beyette (WHOM I LOVE), she has us write in journals. The following is my journal entry due tomorrow. As I have never posted anything I've actually written (like... for non-LJ purposes) this is new for me. But simply put, I had fun writing this and, for once, liked my end result. So... here you go!
I started writing about my friend Alex, and then scrapped it because I was trying too hard to formulate something. So hopefully the following will be a better projection of who he is in my life.
So my relationship with Alex goes something like this: Today on the ride home from school we got onto the topic of button-fly jeans. Boys, it seems, do not like them because it adds to the thirty seconds it takes them to use the restroom. As I am not a boy, I wondered aloud if zippers were the more painful of the two… for boys, you see. They are not dangerous, according to Alex, for he knows how to pee. (Truly, that was his explanation.) In my defense I explained to him that I would not genuinely know these things for, as a I am a girl (and to that I add a hearty “Hooray!”), I cannot stand up and relieve myself simultaneously. To Alex, however, this is exactly what sets apart men and women, and consequently makes men better. He then spoke with much of his Alexy wisdom, “X-Box is better just because of Halo. ‘Cause, you know, Playstation 2 has more games, but it doesn’t have Halo, and Halo is the greatest game of all time.” A fantastic argument, if I do say so myself. He linked that to mean that even though girls have a ton going for them, they do not have the simple ability to stay on their feet during urination.
The proceeding conversation was just a little glimpse into the life Alex and I lead as friends. And, much to my pleasure, it is like that all the time.
Alex is my buddy. I roll my eyes at him at least twice a day and I often have to remind him not to strain his neck if something in a skirt passes into his line of vision, but I love him for that. He’s one of the only people who gets my sarcasm all of the time. He knows that when I tell him to pack a diaper bag for outings with his Sophomore girlfriend that I’m purely teasing him.
Today at lunch I listened with intent as he explained that there is no difference between free and stealing. And then I rolled my eyes. As that is exactly who we are.