Here Lies: The Land Of The Free And The Home Of The Brave

Today, June 28, 2012, the supreme court declared Obama Care constitutional. Yes. Sad isn't it? In fact, it is down right depressing. I have to say, I never thought that I would one day be living in the world of Star Wars where the Empire is in charge and the Sith rule over us. I never thought that i would live in a society where the leadership at the time would say that something was right even though everyone  KNOWS it is wrong!!! It is worthy of a thousand face palms. Historians will look back on this day and explain it as the day that the U.S. began it's journey to the country that once was. And it is true. The United States is slowly evaporating into the thin air of has- beens. I know that sounds harsh but there is no other way of putting it. I love my country, but it is dying. Now, because of this lawless act that has been passed, there is no limit to what the Sith can tell us to do. Now they have total and complete control over us. And not just because Obama Care has been passed, because the Constitution no longer applies to us, apparently. The politicians are finally learning how to turn their heads and look the other way or at least look at you and say, "wait, what's that? I cant hear you over the sound of me ignoring you!!" The country is finally beginning to crumble at the hands of the Emperor. And what is worse, the very laws that have held our nation together are being cast aside as if they weren't even there. To these people, the country can not live unless they got their hands in everything. They are Sith. Up until this point, it seemed to me that the talk of the U.S. really beginning to chip away sounded like a rumor or a body- less voice that traveled around groups of people. Now I am finally starting to see, that the morals and necessities of the people are no longer part of the question.

The Glorious Arena

In my freshmen year of high school, I was told about this thing called Comedy Sportz High School League. This intrigued me. I ended up trying out and I have been on the team for the past three years. Comedy Sportz is a team of actletes who compete in improvisational games for an audience. It is a beautiful thing. I instantly fell in love with it. And many other people who have tried out for the team and seen the shows would agree with me.
Although I do love the fun and groove of the sport, one of the main things I love is the team-like atmosphere. From the very beginning, the big idea of the game is to have your team's back. You watch what the other players are doing and you back them up. And because of this cooperation, the sport is lots of fun for everyone; the players and the audience.
Just recently, Comedy Sports High School League had their big city wide tournament. There were lots of teams and lots and lots of players present. Right before the show, when we warm up, there is usually only about twenty players maximum warming up. At the tournament, everyone is in a circle getting ready for the show. And seeing everyone huddle and get ready to go out and put on a great show just made me grin from ear to ear. This enormous team that I was a part of just made me feel glad to be a participant.
So I guess the main idea is, no matter who you are or what you do, you gotta have a team. That team has to be people you trust and depend on. And there is always a team for you.

Disturbing The Order Of Things

It has been a recently sprouting issue that is causing major anger from both sides. While the pro people see "gender neutrality" as an obvious yes, the rest of the respectable people in the world are making a, "dude....seriously?" face. The idea that we as humans have a right to choose what gender we are is absolute idiocy. Parentcentral.ca posted a story on this very topic. In the article Parents Keep Child's Gender a Secret, the parents say that they wanted their child to have the freedom to choose their gender. Slate.com did a similar story. In the article Sweden's New Gender Neutral Pronoun: Hen, Sweden discusses making it's society "gender neutral". Like before, they want the children and adults to have the freedom to choose.
Alright, let me break this down one piece at a time. Firstly, both science and the bible (whether you believe one or the other is right or they work hand in hand doesn't change this) says that boy and girl, man and woman, male and female are meant to continue life. Neither you, nor I have any ability to change or alter that fact. That is haw it has always been and that is how it always will be!! Men and women are two very different creatures even though we are both human. You cannot just "create" a new breed of people who somehow choose what they want to be by not acknowledging their gender. It just..... DOESN'T WORK THAT WAY! And it can't work that way!
Secondly, the "protest" against genders as if it were some sort of program thrust upon by the government, is a protest that will most likely have the same results as a protest against dirt. Seriously. I mean, this is just basic biology that has been around since the dawn of time!!! There is absolutely nothing that anyone can do about it! People! Please! And while some people may say, "it ain't fair that my child has to be segregated like that. We deserve to be free and I just want my baby to grow up to be anything they want."
(Face Palm)
The issues of freedom are the rights of people, male or female. Men and women are not the same and not telling a child what they are because you want them to have a choice is, believe it or not, lying. It is a cruel and disrespectful thing to do. Someone my be trying to help their child or their community by not acknowledging genders, but the reality is that they are just disturbing the order of things.

I Spy a Consirvative

Today, I wanted to go book shopping. I only had a little bit of money with me but I wanted to see if I could find any cheap books that would catch my eye. I dragged Elijah, my youngest brother, to the books tore not far from our house. After about an hour or two of looking, I didn't find anything good so I decided that we would go to the Goodwill across the street to look at their selection of used books. Right away I found a copy of Ann Coulter's Treason. For those of you who do not know of Ann Coulter, she is an extremely Conservative, political, writer. She has a few other books such as Demonic, Godless, and a few others that you are free to Google.
My dad, being a big Conservative and wanting me to be one as well, has had me read one of her books and has helped me get hooked on her ideas and political views. So when I saw the book, I grabbed it. However, I wasn't too sure if I was going to buy it. I had already spent a little money earlier and I didn't have much left with me. I was asking Elijah if I should get it and we were going back and fourth in that sort of "should I get it?" "I don't know. If you want to." "I don't think I am gonna get it.""Ok then." "Wait. I don't know. Should I get it?" kind of way. I was on the verge of putting it back and waiting to get it another day when a man suddenly came up and started taking to us.
"Excuse me," he said, "would you like to get that book?"
Obviously, before he got to the words "that book", my first thought was that he wanted to sell the two kids in the middle of Goodwill some "unique merchandise". But once I heard what he asked, I was caught off guard. I just told him that I was thinking about it but I was probably gonna put it back. The next thing that he said surprised me even more.
"Well," he said again, "if you would like to get that book, I will give the lady at the counter the money and when you are ready you just tell her and you can go ahead and have that book. I will pay for it right now."
"You don't have to do that," I said.
"Well I didn't say I had to, did I?" he responded.
He promptly went to the front of the store with the money for the book in hand. Elijah immediately gave me a look and said, "don't get the book." I partly agreed with him and just decided to get the book with my own money. Just trying to play it safe. But it was only a few minuets later that the man came back with the receipt and a bag for me. Again, the further gesture surprised me.
"Now I want you to read that book good," he said, "and not get any ideas from the other side."
I couldn't help but smile and chuckle a little. The next thing I said to him I truly did mean.
"God bless you," I said.
"God bless," he said back.
This was, indeed, the interesting thing of the day. After the man had left, I saw the conversation between Elijah and I from his point of view. I wondered what he thought when he saw this teenage girl talking to her brother about whither or not to buy this book by a flaming Conservative. I am not too sure that people see that often. I wonder if he saw the next generation of voters before him and thought that he would make a contribution to our future views. I am not sure. But I know that I am thankful. I guess that Conservatives know a Conservative when they see one.

Jessica's Super Zombie Apocalypse Survival Guide

Now, I am not too sure it is gonna happen, but I like to be prepared. I like to plan ahead and have a list. For this event, I think it is a good idea to have a list because you know there will be tons of idiots out there who will think, " pshhh, I got this in the bag. Come and get me, zombies!! You want a piece of this!? I said, you you want a piece of- aaahhhhhh!!!!!" Yea. And the worst part is, you probably know one of those people. Well, unless you want to see them eaten, you should give this article a look.
# 1- Safe location:
- At first, people will be running around everywhere as well as zombies. So, for at least the first month or two, you should find a good place to hide. Some places you probably don't want to go are malls, hospitals (dude, really), airports, stadiums, and other crowded places. The reason for this is (A. it is easier for the infection to spread this way (B. food will be stretched (C. at some point, you will all begin to hate one another (if you don't understand, think about when you go shopping on black Friday or any other time right before the holidays, Forget the fact that you are all in the same boat, nobody cares. You will hate each other.) Some good places to go are schools, churches, wal-mart, or Bass Pro Shop.
# 2- Quick supplies:
- By this I mean that when you fist start to notice that people are becoming zombies, you will need to get supplies on the way to your safe location. And I mean supplies. Not TV's, iPods, computers, or other useless expensive stuff like that. The most useful thing like that that you can get is a radio to catch up on other survivors. If you are being chased while on your way to the safe place, you will want to stop by a gun or weapon store first. Those will be useful at that very moment which will help you get the needed food and medicine. And for you goody goods out there, don't worry about the ticked off store owner, if he isn't already a zombie. Just get the stuff and go.
# 3- Important People:
- There will, if they are smart, will want to go with you to be safe. With this category, I am not trying to be rude, but at this point I doubt it matters. You will want to take your family with you. This is key. Keep your family close because once there are no people left in the world, you will miss people. But you will not only need your family. Bring a priest or bishop with you. If you know one personally, you are set! Good job! Also, bring any ARMY, NAVY, or MARINE people that you can find. These will be helpful for some obvious reasons. Here are some people you should really NOT bring with you: that one crazy workaholic (male or female) that won't listen to anyone, that power hungry/ trigger happy, those teenagers who whine, that scholar who thinks he knows exactly what he is doing, or that guy who just cant seem to accept that his friend or family member is now a zombie (he most likely will, by an amazing stroke of misfortune, see that friend or family member right outside of your safe place and get turned into a zombie then come and attach you with a bunch of other zombies) Trust me. I am a professional.
# 4- Things NOT to do:
- This is very, very, very, very important. The slightest nincompoop move will kill you or partially kill you. I am just gonna give it to ya strait. Do not: turn into a zombie, split up ( this NEVER works! Remember, only the hero survives in this situation), get into too big of a group (too much people will slow you down when you are running), hug a friend with missing limbs or organs, shoot anyone without confirming they are a zombie first, play the song Thriller.
# 5- Other places to get tips:
- the 17 indisputable laws of teamwork by Johan C. Maxwell
- the movie Zombieland

Occupying the Highway to Hell

Okey, I am going to tell you a little story about a boy named Charlie. Charlies family was very poor and had a hard time putting food on the table. One day, word went out that golden tickets were being hidden around the world inside Willie Wonka chocolate bars. The tickets would allow the finder to spend a whole day in the fantastic chocolate factory. As time went on, the tickets were found all over the world until there was only one left. One day, after school, Charlie decided to buy a chocolate bar. He was elated to find a golden ticket inside the wrapping! He was just about to run home and show his family when, suddenly, a group of angry people came parading down the street. The crowd was screaming at Charlie that it was unfair that he got that ticket and that he should give it to them because they didn't have it.
"But," said Charlie, quite confused, "It's mine. I bought it."
"But we have as much right to it as you do!" said the crowd.
Hmmmmmmm. Sound familiar to anyone? Anyone at all? Lets put into context. Instead of Charlie, it's "the rich." And the golden ticket is the hard earned money. And the angry crowd is... well... pretty much the same. This is pretty much what is going on right now with Occupy Wall Street. Only, I find it quite ironic/ hypocritical that their leader is the main guy who is taking our hard earned money and flushing it down the toilet.
According to these people, "the rich" are just lucky and are people who didn't earn their money. When actually these people worked hard to get to where they are at and are still working hard while the Occupy Wall Street dorks are taking a vacation to "express their anger."
As far as these people can see, you have no right to your money because they don't have it. You should just give all your money to them. Why? Because they deserve it. Why do they deserve it? Good question. What America is built on, or at least was built on, is hard work. It is pretty sad that, in America today, people assume that they should get what you have just because they don't have it. It is absolutely despicable and just plain sad. If this is what is to be the future of our nation, we had better get into our crash positions.

The Time Away From The Munchkins

One of the traditions I have grown up with is going to California every summer to visit my grandparents. Usually, only my little brothers, Joshua and Elijah, and I take the trip while our parents stay home. The boys and I always look forward to our little vacation. However, this year, I was unable to go with the boys on out trip. I was asked by my dad if my feelings would be hurt if the boys went to California without me. My first thought was, "No way! House to myself for 3 weeks! Woot woot!" I figured it was a win-win. And it was. I did enjoy my quiet time to read and the privilege of watching whatever I wanted without brothers harping on me to change the channel. But on the last few days before their return, I am finding myself watching many of the videos we have made and realizing just how much I missed my munchkins. Even though I know I will miss my alone time when they get back, I can't help but smile at the thought of hugging them when they get home. I do know that there will be times in the future when I will want to send them back to California in an instant. But now, I am feeling a sense of longing as a sister for the exploding/ gunshot noises that they make, the random pictures they draw, and the times that they ask me how to make toast. They will be home in a few days, and I will be glad to have them home. It will be good to have my brothers back.

The Few Things I Have Learned About Movie Making

Lately, I have found out that I really enjoy making movies. Short ones for now, but I would like to make full length movies someday. Movie making is one of those things that you learn (well, it's the way I learn) by observation. You can watch movies done by great film makers, see how they did things, think about how you would have done them different, and various different things like that. I often worry that I bother my friends by getting into how the camera work was terrible when they just asked what my favorite part was. By observing how some of my favorite movies were done, I can put the ideas I get from those and put them into my own short movies. Of corse, I do not have the resources that paid directors do to make their movies. However, I have found ways to make the ideas work in my own creations.

But just like I learned what things I can put into the movies at the beginning, I learned some things I need to add to future movies that I left out of others. For example, I learned that dialogue is very important to stick to. For the few movies I have done with important dialogue, I have just improvised the lines. It is probably a better idea to write them out, but who has that time? Anyways, in one of our earlier movies, Sid vs Nurf Ninja, an important part of the story is that the master is the brother of the evil Nurf Ninja. I didn't realize I had forgotten to indicate that relationship until the movie was done. In the newer movies we have made, we have been more careful about the dialogue.

Another thing I have been more careful about is putting the main inspiration of the title into the movie. Even better yet, let the title come after the story. In another one of our movies, Friday the 13th Jason Takes Art, we didn't really indicate the reason he was an artist instead of a, evil killer. Another thing to gather from this is not to let the title define the movie. That is, in fact, backwards. The story and the plot of the movie is supposed to shape the title. The title is supposed to be something that draws the audience to the story.

I still have a lot to learn before I can be a pro director. For the time being, I am gonna stick to my little camera and my brothers as my main cast of characters.

The Job Of Being A Sister

When I was younger, I had always wanted a little sister. Today, I am not too sure why I did. Maybe I was because I wanted a girl to play with or a closer companion. Now, I realize that I wouldn't have been able to survive with a sister. This is true for a few reasons: 1) I get my own room no matter where we live 2) sharing the title "sister" just wouldn't work for me 3) I could never ask for better siblings. As time went on, I discovered that I was meant to have little brothers. My brothers helped make me who I am. I have learned so much from them and I take joy in teaching them. I have found that I really enjoy being one of the teachers in their lives. As time goes on, I know that they will become great adults and I am happy to know that I watched them grow.

The Idea Of A Birthday

When we are younger, say 5 to 10 years old, our birthday is a very special moment. We are counting down they days until the big day and we make a list of things we want. When we are a little older, lets say teen-agers, we are of corse exited about our birthday but we are also sort of neutral on the celebration. Unless of corse you are one of those people who had been planning their sweet 16 since they could write their ABC's. But for the most part, we are pretty calm about the subject. And then there is the time when you are, eh, several years older than 29. By that time, you either don't care about your birthday, forgot, or are hoping everyone else will forget. Well, atlas that is what I have scene. Of corse, this is very stereotypical. I am just asserting what interests me.

So, why is this distinction of interests so fascinating? When you are little, you cant wait until you are one year older. When you are older, you are exited but you are pretty neutral on the idea. And when you are much older, often you would rather not celebrate. Is it because you are becoming another year older? Maybe. Is it because you are spending time with friends and family? Possibly. Is it because you are usually getting stuff you want? Sure. Birthdays are a great thing, and the celebration should be spent with friends and family. No matter what the age.

When The Masses Rise....

I have recently seen many examples of "protesting" in my life. Or, at least the people call it protesting. However, protesting may not be the appropriate word depending on the situation. The things I have seen can better be described as throwing a fit or rebellion. When students all over Texas walked out of school because they were angry about their teachers being fired was just stupid. This was stupid for a few reasons: 1) there was nothing the teachers or school board could do about the problem 2) more than half of those students didn't care what they were doing, they found the opportunity to cause trouble and took it. The world is full of idiots, ignorance, and laziness. When there is an opportunity to cause problems that can be called as freedom of speech, those people will usually take it. Even though there are some people who actually care about the situation at hand, they should learn to show how they feel the right way! I know that banned together, we can accomplish anything. Well, get together with the right people who actually know what is going on and who care about it.

When Nothing Works Out The Way It Should

Everyone has been there. That time when what was supposed to be the best day ever turns into a bummer. And when that time comes, our first impulse is to sulk. That is just the way we are as humans. A grate majority of us are just naturally negative. I'm not saying that we are all like, "by winning the lottery we took money from someone who could have used it to buy a new car." What I mean is that we don't always look at the bright side of every situation out of sheer reflex. And in the most distressing times, the brighter side can make us want to shoot the person who pointed it out. One thing I have learned is, not just to give the brighter side a glance, but to think that there will most often be good things in the end.

For example, you are moving and you are not exited at all. People may be telling you, "Oh come on. You will make lots of new friends!" You're thinking, "zip it, buddy." I know that moving away from the thinks you have come to love is hard. But the thing is, you will come to love new things wherever you go. The brighter side may seem annoying on the dark side, but when you come out of the dark there will be new and good things.

OPERATION: TNTKI (Try Not To Kill Idiots)

Ok, maybe i am exaggerating. Well, then again, i am pretty much saying how many people feel about idiots. Yes, idiot is a hurtful term, but the truth hurts! We see them at school, at work, in government, and everywhere else. The world just has idiots! It is a simple but irritating fact of life. In high school, these kinds of people are everywhere. A great majority of them are teenagers hyped up on...um...well, lets just say coffee, that think that adults can't tell them what to do. You know what, let's just put it in statistic form:

50%= think that teachers are not the boss of them

25%= just don't care

15%= think they know everything and refuse to be told otherwise

8%= couldn't care less what they do

2%= are actual good but will soon have their revenge in the idiots of the world by taking over the world

Well, there you go. Idiots are everywhere. And most often times, there is nothing you can do about it. Just do what I do, blog about it. ;)

The TAKS.................it sucks!!!!!

We have all heard it, and we have all feared it. Well, I really want to burn it, but I am not gonna get into my therapy seccions at the moment. I am talking about the TAKS!!!!! AAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! I HATE IT!!!!! IT IS THE DUMBEST IDEA IN THE HISTORY OF BAD IDEAS!!!! I am not trying to quote Jarasic Park. The reason the TAKS is so dumb is because...well...I highly doubt that I need to explain. Many of you other people out there can give me your reasons. The reasin I hate the TAKS so much is because I have never passed the math test on the first try. I have either failed or had to go to summer school. Let me tell you, going to summer school instead of hanging out in the library is not fun at all. I think that they should have seprate tests at the end of every 6 weeks and put them all togeather to make up the one test. AM I RIGHT!!?? I think that I am Mosis. I was sent by God tho deliver the children of America. I will go to the loser incharge of the whole dang organization and say "LET MY PEOPLE GO!!!!!" I think it is true, I found it in hyrogliphics.

Government...ugh.....

One of the many things I, unfortunatley, know is that I live in a freakish time with a freakish economy. Our dad gum president is trying to run the people of America's lives. IT MAKES ME SO MAD!!!!!! It really angers me that Obama is completely ignoring our constitution. I think that if the guys that wrote the constitution came to our time, they would probably say,"What happined? We left you a list of instructions!" I culdn't agree with the forefathers in my brain more! Also, lots of people think that the government should pay fore our healthcare. Well...........NO!!!! This is not just a nice jesture people! This is not your friend paying for you coffee when you are short a fiew cents! NONONONONO!!!!!!!!! When someone controls how the doctors take care of you, they control, well, the rest! Ugh. Sometimes, I wish I was 3 again; when all I had to worry about was toy I was getting in my happy meal.

books: yea, I'm a freak

When it is raining outside and there is nothing to watch on TV, what do you do? Well, you go play outside in the rain but that is not what I am talking about. What I am talking about is books. They are AWESOME!!!!!! There are few things I hate more than sitting around watching TV all day. I would die if I had to work in a movie store, but put me in a library and I will love it!!!!! Ok, I am kidding about the movie store thing but I am not kidding about the library thing. Call me crazy but I love books!!!! A lot of kids my age hate reading. I on the other hand love it!! I blame my dad. I must say that I am more into fiction than I am non fiction. The story just gets me better. I guess that's why I want to be an author. When I grow up, and have kids, we will own a maximum of 2 video games (one console) and a minimum of 1,000 books. My poor children. :) Anyway, in conclusion, I FREAKING LOVE BOOKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Where "Freak" is a complement

In sixth grade, I was sort of a loaner. I mean, I didn't sit in a corner, running away from everyone who said "hi". I had friends, I just wasn't as outgoing. When I reached seventh grade, I got into theater. I am not completely sure what it was, but something just clicked. I was still not as outgoing, but I was improving. I was freaky! Then came eighth grade; my last year of middle school. I was much more out there. I may have had a hard day at the beginning, but I always had theater at the end of the day. I had a lot more friends and I was , strangely, beginning to care less if I looked like an idiot in public. I know that is random but it is true! I knew that I would always take theater as long as I was in school. I was looking forward to going into high school with my friends. When I had to move,I was still gonna take theater.

My freshmen year has been my best year ever! I have new friends and I am LOVING my new theater department. Every one in this theater department has to be a freak to some extent. And I LOVE it!!!!!!! I know that I will be getting involved in theater than anything else. It has really helped me to become more social and outgoing. It has also helped me discover that I love playwright. Everyone has their occupation, mine is Theater.

When the Otts "relocated"

Ok, in the summer of 2009, my dad told us that we were all gonna move to Houston. So for about 3 weeks, we were all preparing for our move.I was constantly reminding myself not to panic. Just kidding. :) Anyway, we packed for about 3 weeks and did some much needed cleaning. Every one was sad when we had to give Madison, one of our dogs, away. We kept our other dog, Nyute.

Anyway, my room was slowly becoming a storage unit; the game room was empty (we had gotten rid of our phoose ball and air hockey table); and the garage was becoming hard to access. I had to tell my friends I was moving, that was hard. Eventually, the big day came. The boys and I ended up sleeping on the floor the night before, and boy were we T-I-A-R-D. You know what that spells; zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Well Nyute was an exited wreck and I was still half asleep. Dad got to drive the big truck, ofcorse. I stayed with mom and the dog in the small car most of the time. When we got to the house, I found out that it was defiantly smaller than the old house, but it was a pretty good size.

After about a month, we had friends at church, I had friends at my new high school, and Dad had volunteered at the fire station. We learned pretty quickly the concept of 'adapt or die.' Of course I miss Dallas, but I have learned to like Houston. Despite the murderous humidity, I like it here. People all over Houston will soon know the Ott effect.

An Everything Daughter

Okay, this is the deal; my dad is pastor/ teacher/ biker/ theologist/ teacher (wait, did I already say that?) / Dad/ husband/ chaplain. Try saying all of that in one breath! Well anyway, he does all of this stuff and it is totally crazy! Oh, did I mention that he also taught sunday school? So I guess that makes me an everything  guy's daughter. But Dad says that when kids do very well in school or graduate, the Dad's get all the credit. I think he is kidding. Oh, and remember all of those things I listed at the top, my dad is currently looking for a job! That is so crazy! Wouldn't you agree? But that is not my biggest involvement with my dad's number of talents; he tells almost all of the stuff he learns, teaches, or knows about this stuff to me! Or he tells my mom and she tells me. And that's not all.

My family just started going to a new church. My parents told me that everything in that building is symbolic of something. Like the ceiling is supposed to look like the ark from Noah's Ark. At family worship, they told us tons of these symbols and what they mean. Don't get me wrong, it was interesting. But I had a headache the size of Mt. Everest! Later on, Dad had a headache too. I am certain that it was all of the knowledge that he had just recited. But in-spite of all the head issues, it is pretty cool being a pastor's/ teacher's/ you get the idea.       

Friends

There are different ways you can tell that someone is your friend. One way is that they will care about your personal problems. Either it be divorced parents, or failing grades, they will care. Another way you can tell is that they will not leave you out. If they think they might be leaving you out, they will pull you in. One of the biggest ways you know someone is your friend is that they will stand up for you. Just recently, my best friend did that. I was sitting alone at a table, when my friend came and sat down with me. Well usually she has a different lunch and other people she sits with. But that day was a test day. I expected her to be with her other friends. When she came and sat down she seemed angry. I asked her what was wrong. She said some of the other girls were talking about me. Apparently, when she told them I was one of her good friends, the girl said,"I don't care." I was kind of shocked. Well I had never really liked that girl, but I was still surprised. I thanked her and we went on talking. That was not the first time I realized how grateful I was to have her as a friend. But It is times like that when you know the words, "your my best friend," really count.