More about Lllama's Friends

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Where to begin? I guess one thing I have to say is that all my friends are remarkable people, they've managed to put up with me long enough to realize that I'm not as much of a pain in the butt as I'd like to think. They all have incredible endurance and loyalty, and are naturally just a tiny bit out of their minds. Ok, I guess I'll start at the beginning.

Emily is so cool. She was practically my idol in elementary school. Serious, she ran our little group. She made up the ritual of kicking sand into the drainage grates, and was a key player in the playground fort. Over the years, she has become a bit sensitive, but she's still a wonderful and strong person. Emily is the one who introduced me to Angie.

Angie I don't think has changed a bit since I met her. Sure, she's grown, some, and matured, some, but she is still just as perky and uncontrolable as I remember her in elementary school. We all knew Angie would someday become a cheerleader, it was only a matter of time. She does seem to be a little bit accident prone, though. She's fallen a couple times and seriously hurt herself, and got into a car acident earlier this year (sorry I didn't email you, Ang! I'll make it up, promise!). Despite some of the messy relationships she's been involved in and some less functional friends of hers, Angie has managed to keep an incredibly positive outlook on life. Kind of like Laura.

I met Laura the first day of seventh grade. I don't think I've spent more than a week without seeing her since then (vacations don't count). Something just kinda clicked. Laura was the one who got me started running through the halls (I stopped last year) and got me to be a little less shy and withdrawn (yes, Lllama was once shy, go fig). She knows more about me than my own sister, and I know more about her than her non-existant siblings do. She's always been a much better student than me --not smarter, she just works-- and I've always been a little bit more outgoing than she is (shy and outgoing are two different things). It's an interesting contrast. Oh, and she took me skiing once. Since she knew it was my first time, she decided to rent a snowboard so we'd both be falling on our @$$es all night. As if all this wasn't enough, Laura also introduced me to Cindy.

Cindy is too tall. It's not fair. She's seventeen and she grew almost an inch since June! She's 6'1! How not fair is that? Besides being tall, she's an overachiever. Not in the same sense as Laura, though. Cindy has a strange habit of taking on more than any one person should be able to handle and still manages to do decently well in everything she does. She sings (in the select chorus with me), she dances, she writes plays (really good ones), she acts, she speaks Russian pretty damn well, she works at a bagel shop, and, for a while at least, she ice skated. Tell me how someone can do that many things at once, please. I'm baffled. Speaking of baffled Lllamas...

I don't think anyone in the history of the human race has ever had the cognative capability to understand Tegan. All I can say is that she's loud, psychotic, completely out of control, loud, and somehow trustworthy. She wears a cat-in-the-hat hat, boffs (beats guys up with foam swords), fixes cars, eats lunch in the middle of the road, and tries to get my brother to cross-dress. One time she inhaled a little bit too much of the gas fumes and wound up half-stoned and saying "Mango!" That has become her word, no one else is allowed to say it. I really can't describe her in any more detail than that, or I'll screw up. Tegan is also a really close friend of Julia.

Julia enjoys being crazy, but it's only a part time job for her. She is generally sweet, kind, understanding, and comforting, not to mention totally fun to hang out with. It's no wonder so many guys want to go out with her. She acts (very well, I might add) used to sing, and is generally cool. Like most eldest siblings, Julia has some motherly traits. I think that's what got her the role of Iocaste in Oedi (a new version of Oedipus Rex). The roll was a cross between a tramp and a jewish mother, which she pulled off disturbingly well. Everyone thinks Julia is the sane psycho chick, since she's quiet and can behave when she has to. I think the real sane one, though, is Tavi.

Tavi deserves a medal. I know what it's like going out with a God-boy, and to put up with it as a 9th grader? Far braver than I. Tavi is one of those people who would probably survive a nuclear explosion without so much as her sense of humor affected, one of those people you want around simply as proof that nothing will get to you if you don't let it. Of course, there are a multitude of other reasons to hang out with Tavi. She just exhudes coolness, that rare strain which has nothing to do with the number of friends you have, but how you relate to people in general. The Psycho Chicks do what they can to wreak havoc. They give Paul makeovers, they sing "Three Ladies" and they joke flirt with each other. They hold a guy movie fest on a rigorous "whenever we have time" schedule. I managed to get invited to one where, in adition to watching five guy movies, they went for a midnight swim in Tegan's pond (Tegan has a pond right behind her house, how cool!) a vicious pillow fight, and chatting while they shot Julia's sex toy (one of those tubes with water inside that slides out of your hand if you squeeze it. Hers is pink and glow in the dark, so we call it that. No, it is NOT used for anything sick, you perv) around the room. They also "torture" Paul.

What can I possibly say about Paul? He is insane, there is no denying that. James of Team Rocket (who acts rather fruity) was his idol for some time, and it shows. He's always the first one the psycho chicks manage to get in makeup, ALWAYS. Paul has an...unulual fashion sense. He can't seem to decide if he wants to look like someone from a boy band or look "cool." He doesn't seem to understand the whole spikey hair thing too well, even though he's been spiking his hair for a while now... (I hope he doesn't read this). Paul is part of my brother's circle of friends, at least he was. After he and Julia broke up, he felt ostrasized and stopped hanging out with them. I had Biology with him last trimester (this is what I get for taking Physics early) and the people he's hanging out with now are kind of ditsy. Oh, well. If Paul doesn't want to be graced with the presence of his incredibly cool friends, too bad for him. We still have Alec, anyway.

Papa Smurf, Linus, Dr. Evil, Ally-Wally, whatever you call him, Alec is a comforting influence in anyone's life. If he is not given the rank of "Class Teadybear," I believe I will severly yell at someone in the class of 2004. Alec acts and sings really well. He got the lead in the musical this year (yay Alec!). He comes from Texas, which is an automatic ten points off his cool-o-meter, but he makes up for it in cuteness and being able to do weird things with his eyebrows. His adopted mom is Naomi.

Naomi will hurt me when she sees how poorly I've spelled her name. She also sits next to me in chorale (the good chorus). She's got the same basic style as me, which is realy good for blendyness, but there are a few basic differences between us. I'm loud. No, LOUD. I sneeze and people in the next room know that it's me. Naomi, however, has things like good pitch and breath control. She can also sight read, which I can almost do... Ok, I can't, I memorize the damn music, there's two things that make her better than me, you happy? During warmups, Mr. Kim has us give the people next to us shoulder rubs. Naomi is between me and David. David always yells at her to rub harder, so when she does me, I get crunched. Naomi was a Lithuanian princess in Cindy's play, and she was great! ...Um, I have no idea how to do a clean segway into the next one.

Candace is more self conscious than me, if that's even possible. She's working on being more outgoing, and I think as soon as she stops trying and actually starts enjoying the things she does she'll have it. One time, I was saying something about self control not always being the best thing, you know, you need to vent, and sh went spinning in circles and did a monkey impression. No, wait, it gets better. the guy she's had a crush on for a year and a half now happened to be thirty feet away. Candace, if you're reading this, please don't hurt me. I've said all kinds of embarassing things about everyone. Oh, well, at least Mars isn't capable of hurting me.

Mars is a geek. Period. There is no other way to describe him. I tried to help, I managed to do more damage. Go figure. Lllamas aren't omnipotent. Darn. Mars can code just about anything you throw at him, and he can get total idiots to spew out something that looks like a program, but he gets paid for that. He has a rather twisted sense of humor, and the strangest Russian accent I've ever heard. He's also a bit paranoid and, I think at least, the slightest bit autistic. That, by the way, is no big deal. Everyone on the planet has a mild case of some mental illness or other. Yes, even you. For various reasons we won't go into here, I don't think he likes Jason very much.

Jason gets on my nerves. He gets on everyone's nerves. If you manage to get him in very small doses, though, he can occasionally be fun. He works at Big Y right now and goes to a community college (financial aid fell through for his first choice). He sings, Bass (ew) but he never got into chorale ^-^. He is a total God boy. Total. It makes even the most basic conversation difficult at times, because he is completely mentally inflexible. So is Gabe, but for other reasons.

Gabe wants me dead, I think. It's not entierly my fault, though. If he would be reasonable and answer a few questions before threatening to repot me to the dean, we wouldn't be in this situation. Ok, so I was the one who stole his backpack and wrote in the blank pages in his notebooks, but he got his stuff back in working order and I've appologized like 800 times. He's just stubborn. Besides, I spent my lunch in the ceramics room making the coolest guy out of clay (about 1 ft to foot-n-a-half) and the first thing he did in his ceramics class was CHOP MY GUY'S HEAD OFF! And the next day, I made a cool bum with hair and a little pot and a sign that said "PLEZ GIVE." Do you know what Gabe did to the bum? HE CHOPED HIS HEAD OFF! Ok, I'm gonna stop ranting because I think you get the idea.