6-12-03



Today was pretty standard. Went to my friends’ hockey game and that was neat. One of my friends got into a fight, which was different. Ever time I’ve gone to their games they’ve played the same team, these “ex-pros” as the rumor around the rink is. The rivalry between these two teams makes for a pretty entertaining night. Now we’re watching Gone in 60 Seconds. …. Here’s B for a guest diary entry (Yes I know she’s a better writer than me but come on, she’s a bloody comp lit major)

And now we interrupt the current programming for a semi-important rambling from the reigning best friend. I feel the need to offer my perspective on Sarah’s commentary on me. She already knows and understands what I’m about to write, but the random traveler on the information super highway may get a skewed perspective, so here goes: Sarah and I love each other very much. We have for many years, and our connection is so deep it feels timeless. …Her boyfriend kicked us off his computer. I knew I should have used mine. Oh well. I’m sure she’ll write something here again someday. Hmm, I suppose I should explain what she was talking about. I met B when we were in SAT9 testing in the end of freshman year. We took an immediate liking to each other. It wasn’t really until we were in AP European history together the next year that we began going to movies together like Girl Interru and started really hanging out. We developed a friendship that was so strong that it just seemed closer than anything that could occur between best friends. We love each other. She’s straight and has a boyfriend and I date boys, but there’s a love that will last decades between us. No man could ever take her place. I pity the one that tries to take her out of my life too. I mean, guys (and girls for that matter) just need to understand that she and I can go for months without talking, but when we’re in the same city we are so close. She’s a writer at heart so the words she crafts sound so much prettier than anything I can spit out. But yeah pretty boring day.