Friends

What is a friend to me? Someone who agrees with everything I say, is polite every second of the day, and respects every conceivable boundary?

No. My definition of a best friend is someone who knows how to get mad at me, punch me in the shoulder, and is right up in my face whenever I don't want them to be.

I have a friend like that. My mom thinks that she couldn't possibly be my best friend I'll ever have, because she and I are constantly fueding. But despite that, after we smack the heck out of eachother we're laughing. I've rarely left in a huff, with my nose in the air, and anger in my eyes. Our interests go far beyond favorite TV shows, and what we're going to wear tomorrow.

So even though she infuriates me to every thinkable end, she's always there, and will be even when I think she's not.

I guess this is sappy to you, but it's my thoughts for the day that I'm just not brave enough to say in the real world.

-Claire

Disappointment

It's december, but it doesn't feel like it.

My mom is using the fake tree, and my dad isn't even getting one. So no pine tree smell. This year is going to be my first non-Californian Christmas, and I miss it already. But I guess that's because I'm scared of change. No matter how much it happens to me, I can't seem to change that. The house is bland and undecorated. Overall, I don't like how this year is ending, even though it's only Dec. 4.

I think kids outgrow Christmas.

It's sad, and I don't want it to happen to me.

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-Claire