When I first met Kaylee, we were eating peanut butter no-bake cookies in my friend Tina's house. And although at the moment she didn't know me, I felt like we'd make great friends. While we were standing there, in the dark kitchen, we found ourselves laughing at the fact that Tina didn't put in enough oatmeal in the recipe. Those cookies were more like chewy, chocolate, goowie things than actual cookies. We had to scoop them off the waxpaper rather than peeling them off. I've known Kaylee less than a year. I'm very happy that I met her. She likes talking to me. I like that about her. Most of my friends fail in the communication area. When I talk to Kaylee, we both want to talk to each other. It's a great feeling. She's an amazing friend. We have similar likes. I think this is why we make good friends. Our senses of humor are so similar. Everytime we have a conversation, we make each other laugh. Plus... we both have the same name, spelled EXACTLY the same, and to put the cherry on this awesome friendship... We're both redheads. I've needed a friend like her for the longest time, and now I have one. She's basically my other half.
The One With The Car Rides
Hannah Baker is a girl everyone should know. I've known her for 4 years. Everytime I think of her, which is often, I always associate our friendship with the numerous car rides we've had together. Back when I didn't have my license, Hannah gave me rides to church activities, and the occasional night out with friends.We would randomly go to Monticello to eat at Applebees with Tina and Chelsea. There was never a silent moment in our rides together. We talked deeply and sarcasticly. We listened to mix CD's with cheesy 90's music, which included but not limited to: Backstreet Boys, Vertical Horizon, Samantha Mumba, Hoku, and 98 Degrees. We would share opinions and change each others lives in one and a half hour increments. One trip there and the other trip back.
The One That's Related To You
The One That's Related To You
I have three very best friends thanks to my own mother. Their names are Samantha, Whitley, and Jaycie. I was flipping through the channels on TV the other night and I saw that Antiques Roadshow was on. I immediately had a flash back. I was 10 years old. We were all in the living room folding laundry. My Mom turned the channel to Antiques Roadshow and we would sit there and complain. I swear that it must have ruined my laundry folding experience because to this day, I hate folding laundry. That memory will always be with me. Just like the memory of Whitley and I having 
conversations at 2 in the morning. I'd go up stairs and grab 2 glasses of chocolate milk for me and Whit. We'd talk about school, life and our future. I'll remember when Sam and I shared a bedroom. She would wake me up in the morning because she needed to get ready for Seminary. She never knew I was awake, watching her sing along with the radio and brushing her hair. I remember when Jaycie came home from school one day and told us that she got a pink slip for slapping a boy in the face because he tried to kiss her. Whitley and I just sat there in amazement, laughing our butts off until Mom and Dad came home. We would all get together sometimes when we were in Middle school and Jaycie was still in Elementary and make home videos on our computer. I'd do the music in the background and Sam and Whitley would do announcements and interview Jaycie weekly. We wouldn't get any chores done, and our Mom would come home and just laugh at us.
conversations at 2 in the morning. I'd go up stairs and grab 2 glasses of chocolate milk for me and Whit. We'd talk about school, life and our future. I'll remember when Sam and I shared a bedroom. She would wake me up in the morning because she needed to get ready for Seminary. She never knew I was awake, watching her sing along with the radio and brushing her hair. I remember when Jaycie came home from school one day and told us that she got a pink slip for slapping a boy in the face because he tried to kiss her. Whitley and I just sat there in amazement, laughing our butts off until Mom and Dad came home. We would all get together sometimes when we were in Middle school and Jaycie was still in Elementary and make home videos on our computer. I'd do the music in the background and Sam and Whitley would do announcements and interview Jaycie weekly. We wouldn't get any chores done, and our Mom would come home and just laugh at us. The One You Had A Crush On, But Now He's Your Friend
I remember it like it was yesterday. A little boy walked into our newly moved in house with round glasses on with baggy jeans and an orange shirt. We were both barely 15. I came around the corner, into the kitchen where he sat and introduced myself. His name was Aaron Stratman.To make a long story short, I liked him but he liked Whitley. By the time I turned 17, I was in the eleventh grade, going to a different school and added Aaron as an offical friend. With Burnsville being a part of my past, I moved on to find more friends. It's different with all cases, but the distance between Aaron and I made us better friends. I'm surprised how grown up he is now... Well... somewhat. He's a great friend.
The Lifetime One
I met Kacey when I moved to Sauk Rapids. I don't know how we ended up being friends. I percieved her as the popular choir girl that played hockey and had amazing long, blond hair. Oh... but there was much more to her. Truth be told, she is the kindest, sweetest friend anybody would be lucky to have. I'm just glad we met! The other day, she called me to catch up on life. We talked for an hour and a half. Just the fact that she took that much time out of her day to talk to me meant a lot. Time really does mean the world to me. That, and stories that we want each other to know to benefit our lives for the better. I often make fun of Kacey for being so short, but I just think she's more fun that way. One of the hardest things to describe why she will be one of my lifetime friends is hard to explain. I just see us growing old together.
The Long Distance One
I'm sure many people can relate to how I feel about Ashley Dierkes. I'm writing this to tell you that what I feel towards her is much different than what I've ever felt before. And much different than what other people may feel. We became friends in the weirdest way. We never really talked. We just assumed friendship by smiling at each other in the halls of school and the occasional backwards scolding glance at me from the front of the band room. I remember it like it was two seconds ago. I guess the signatures were signed on our friendship contract when she gave me a ride home from my friend, Nicole's 18th birthday party. I guess one would say that that's when it all started. I know my best friend because of a silly car ride that only lasted 6 minutes. From the moment I met her I appreciated her. Apprecaition grew into friendship, then friendship turned into love. Hours we would spend with each other in her parents basement discussing our futures and swapping important stories with a laugh every now and then.
Although Ashley and I seldom talk, we are still able to have a connection when we have been gone from each other for a long time. Given the fact that we have different standards, and ways of living, she still remains one of my good friends.
The Kooky One
Maria Burch has to be one of the weirdest people I have ever met. She speaks a second language of sarcasm. This also comes naturally for me, so you can see where I'm coming from. Maria has changed my life because of the fact that she laughs at me. She is truly one of those people that helps you find yourself when you're around her. One has to acquire a sense of fastness when talking to her.
On top of everything Maria is, she enjoys clothes. This is something we both have in common. Weird, un-fashionable, old, torn, bright, clothes. For us, it helps us define who we are. We show people who we are but wearing it. There's no shame in that. Not at all.
I love Maria. She's one of the best people in the world. Her hugs make my day.
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