Get Out The Frosting: It's Time For A Sleepover

         To my devoted readers (all two of you): I apologize profusely for breaking my streak and not writing an entry yesterday. I ended up being extremely busy starting the day off with school, then hanging out with friends, eating delicious food, and the most cliche (which by the way is the best kind) girl talk, you wouldn't even believe it. We then proceeded to watch the most cliche chick flick movie--The Notebook. So basically the classic girl sleepover.
         We all like to think that we stick out from the crowd. We don't do that cliche stuff that looks stupid in movies and sounds fake in books. Well I don't know about you, but pretty much every sleepover I host is a fantastic ball of exactly what a girl is supposed to do on a sleepover. This being: eat exorbitant amounts of food (hopefully involving some sort of frosting item). Check. Do each other's makeup/hair. Check. Talk about all of the stuff that is always preceded by: "nothing we say here leaves this basement". Check. And watching a super romantic chick flick. Check. Although that last item is easily replaced with a musical that is so incredibly bad...that it's actually good. (Example: From Justin To Kelly).
         We like to say that we're not those stupid girls who sit together and talk about our feelings for hours at a time. We don't want to be those girls that we all see in the movies and say: "okay, that never actually happens in real life." But guess what...I'm proud to say that I look forward to an upcoming sleepover because that means that I'll spend the night with some of the people I love most in the world. Being stupid, eating a lot, and crying together when Allie and Noah couldn't be together. It's okay if it's cliche. I'm a girl, and I enjoy getting my hair and makeup done. I enjoy hearing my friends' secrets, and sharing mine with them.
          To all girls out there: don't think that being a classic girl is lame or stupid because you laughed at it in a movie once. When I was little, my grandma would tell me all about how every weekend my mom would turn on the radio, close the kitchen doors, and make cookies with her best friend. These are the things that girls do. I think that a healthy dose of girl talk when combined with frosting has the power to do just about anything.

My Past But Not My History

         I have just come out of my three hour studying binge. That's the lovely thing about having two ridiculously hard tests on the same day. I was thinking I wouldn't post because it's late and I have to get up for school in less than eight hours, but I've written every day so far...I couldn't break my streak. So I'll make this quick...-ish.
         I am more excited for tomorrow than I have been in a while. First off, my school's marching band (which I am a part of in case you're new to reading this blog), is putting on a sidewinder tomorrow morning. A sidewinder occurs when a school team gets either first or second place in a state tournament. When this happens, the band plays their instruments while walking through the halls of the school. Unlike most, I am a huge fan of sidewinders, so that already puts a good twist to my morning.
         The bigger reason of why I'm so excited: I'm getting a visitor. My very best friend: someone I pretty much considered a sister, moved halfway across the country back in September. Since she moved, she visited for about a week in November, but since then, I haven't seen her. So you can imagine how ecstatic I am to be able to see my best friend again!
         When she moved away, people kept asking me if we would still keep in contact , and I couldn't help saying "of course!". And people just seemed skeptical that we would really keep a friendship going from across the country. But that brings me to the title of my blog. When she moved away, I was forced to move on. When I needed someone to go with me to a school event, or to help me pick out a dress, I couldn't just call her up anymore. So she was forced to become a thing of my past...but definitely not my history. I was amazed how some of her other friends completely lost touch with her when she moved away.
          So my advice to you, is if you have a friend move away--even if it's not your very best friend--keep in touch. It's especially important in the beginning. The friend who moved away is in a new place with no friends...they need to know that they still have the support of the people who loved them. Don't give up on a friendship...no matter what, you'll regret it.