Day 67

Dear you,

Have I ever told you my first memory of us together? 10th grade. Geometry. You were a cheerleader and if we're being honest, you scared the baby-cheezus out of me. We got stuck at the same table and you talked about Michael Jackson. A lot. At the time I thought it was strange, but now I can appreciate it as foreshadowing your true awesomeness. Oh and once I forgot the word for something on a quiz and you told me to put "Starts with P." I did and got half credit. Thanks for that.

Flash forward. Senior year. Different class. Different people. You weren't cheering anymore and I wasn't scared. And somewhere along the line (I couldn't tell you where) we became friends. Like, really good friends. Suddenly college algebra (we were smart kids) wasn't the hell hour before lunch, but time for us to talk about Mormons and AP Lit and American Idol and S*** Jeff said. We probably talked about other stuff too, but my memory is sort of random. No judging.

It was a fun year, and I enjoyed our time, but I never would have dreamed that you would be the one I'd keep in touch with most. The one I'd think to tell when I saw something too ridiculous for words and the one who's silly laugh I'd long to hear when I felt like the only one in my little world with a sense of humor. The one who would always get me. When I found out my parents were leaving CA, you were the first one I wanted to tell, mostly because I knew that you'd be someone to care the most.

You were the first to know about the blob and knowing that you're on the other side of the country stalking me everyday keeps me accountable.

And even though we sometimes go months without talking, I just wanted to tell you that I love that we're still friends. You make me laugh harder than almost anyone and don't hate me when I'm super mean about things. Like hipsters or Asians. But most of all, you remind me of a version of myself that tends to roll up and hibernate as soon as I cross that Utah County line. The real Sarah. The me I miss the most.

In case you're curious, I do have a reason for awkwardly love-noting you in a public domain. Two reasons actually. One we talked today and it was by far the best part of my Thursday, and therefore it needs to be shared with my three followers. (Holla!) Two, because everyone should be reminded that they are important to somebody at least once a day. This just must be my day to remind you.

So, yeah. Thanks for everything. For randomly (or so I thought) asking me to hang out last summer. For keeping a fire under my butt in the friendship department. And in some other departments too. Seriously. A private island of thank you's. You're my own personal rockstar. Or Harajuku girl depending on your make-up.

Cheese, chocolate and that other CH thing,

Love,

Me

P.S. London 2012? Let's make it happen.

P.P.S Provo 2011? You can sleep on my couch.

P.P.P.S This is hilarious: