the good the good

is everywhere. i miss just being around people. i miss talking freely and loudly. not that i can't do that at school. i love my school friends. but i forgot how well i get along with my home friends. how odd we all are and yet how well we all mesh together.  liz used to always describe our school as having the typical cliques (though i never thought we were a very clique-y school i will agree there were traces of it) - we had jocks and potheads and nerds and cheerleaders and everything. and whenever we tried to think of what our group of friends was, there was no name for it. it was like all the leftover kids who didn't fit into any other groups ended up together. and for as bizarre as the combination was it worked so well. what other group of friends spends an hour discussing which mythological creatures they would date? no other friends. not with the fluidity that we have. not with the brilliant wit and stunning stupidity all entangled in the same conversation. i love pennsylvania. i love basements. i love driving and my friends and eating cakes with just forks. we never cut things. we all just share. i love sharing.