(For the sake of making this a little interesting and not dedicating half my letters to my boyfriend, this will be someone else.)
(For the sake of making this extra fun… well, you’ll see.)
Dear Colin,
I don’t know which came first – my overinvestment in Once Upon a Time or the first promotional photos of Killian Jones, but I miss seeing you on Sunday evenings.
And on Hulu when I felt like rewatching/catching up on an episode.
And on the #ouat tag on Tumblr that is getting a bit annoying so I’ve stopped checking in on that.
And also on the #killianjones tag.
It is embarrassing how much I loved seeing you with Sara Bolger in that one episode of The Tudors, specifically the clip on Youtube that I can’t watch at work because I dissolve into a sad mess when I do.
In typical teen girl fashion, I like that you’re in a band. I don’t know, I like it. I don’t think I need to justify this.
In any case, please continue to be great. If you ever reply to one of my tweets, please know that I’d be giddy all day as a result.
I can’t remember the last time I had a true best friend… I might have been 5 years old? (Hey Kyung!) Perhaps I can chalk it up to a poor working definition of “best friend”. A best friend should be someone that knows you at least as well as you know yourself, perhaps even better. A best friend should be someone to whom you can tell anything and everything. A best friend should be someone you can always call up to have fun, a guaranteed good time.
Were my expectations too high for a best friend? I can’t think of anyone who fulfills all 3 of these components that are likely only a part of my convoluted definition of “best friend”. Except you.
I have been able to tell you everything. It is such a relief to have someone besides the empty abyss of anonymous blog space to tell my secrets to. It has been such a joy to have you light up at hearing about the small scenes that make up my day. It has been lifesaving to have somebody’s shoulder to cry on.
I hope I don’t take advantage of this, but I am so glad for someone to cry around without fear of judgement or withdrawal. You are the first person to hold me while I cry, to wipe tears off my face, as clichéd as it is.
The experiences I have with you are all great memories. You helped me try new things; I helped you try new things. I always know that if I spend my time with you, I’ll enjoy it. That has been surprisingly tricky to find in a lot of people. Maybe I’m the kind of person who really only makes circumstantial/situational friends; when I take people out of their “designated” situations, I don’t like it and I don’t have fun.
So thank you for teaching me how to completely open up to another person for the first time since I was about 3 feet tall.*
Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.
Love, Me
P.S. *Speaking of Kyung, the story of my first best friend that my mom tells me is that I hated her when I met her. She was giving me a run for my money as far as being the cutest or the smartest or the most Asian. I purportedly went home absolutely furious with this new girl after her first day of school.
All I remember is Kyung teaching me how to play “Mary Had a Little Lamb” and “London Bridge” on a toy piano, having a love for Winnie the Pooh, and taking me swimming for one of the first times I had ever gone.
I was stalking around on Mary‘s blog because she posts infrequently but she writes beautifully. She did this challenge a while ago. Since I currently hate everything, I figured it would be a nice little challenge to do.
I might choose not to do some at my own discretion. I hope no one will be on the edge of his/her seat waiting for those letters if that should happen.
Day 1 — Your best friend
Day 2 — Your crush
Day 3 — Your parents
Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
Day 5 — Your dreams
Day 6 — A stranger
Day 7 — Your ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
Day 11 — A deceased person you wish you could talk to (coming soon)
Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
Day 15 — The person you miss the most
Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
Day 23 — The last person you kissed
Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror
I’m leading an Alternative Break trip this spring (shameless plug asking for donations in return for silly challenges like speed-eating ramen, challenge of your choosing!) and I had two mandatory meetings related to that today. The first was by the organization at 4:00, and the second was my own meeting at 6:30. Both were so we could bang out the final logistics before leaving next weekend.
Since I normally don’t even get back on campus until 6:30, I left work early to take the earliest train back, which would bring me to campus at about 5:00. I checked my saved PDF of the schedule, checked the schedule again on the website, and arrived at the train station at 3:35 PM, ten minutes early for the train. No one was there, but 10 minutes is pretty early, I guess, and I’ve seen the train roll in late.
But by 3:50, I’m suspicious that something has gone terribly wrong. The marquee keeps telling me that the 5:20 train, my usual train, is on time. But what about my train? Isn’t it late?
I go inside the little station to find a phone number to call.
It is there that I see an updated schedule. Not even SUPER recent, but from January.
The first train to leave now leaves at 3:30 PM. I was not ten minutes early but five minutes late.
😦
This was pretty upsetting, especially because I really thought I had taken every precaution to not miss the train. I trudged back to work and then left at my usual time to catch my usual train.
Despite my best efforts, I fell asleep on the train. Just like I always do, but half the time I don’t mean to! I had a late night last night and my morning commute is always very early, so I was sleepy and I knew I’d probably fall asleep. I set an alarm for 6:00 PM, which is a few minutes before we arrive at my usual stop.
My alarm rings, I see that we’re 2 stops ahead of mine, and I wait patiently. I see a stop, and I get ready for the next one.
Somehow… the next stop turns out to be the one AFTER my stop.
What in tarnation?!
I either blacked out when we reached my stop OR I blacked out for the stop before mine and mistook my stop for that one.
Either way, I was stuck going to DC and taking the metro back to school, adding an additional hour to my commute back to school.
Remember, I’m already late missing the first train. If I hadn’t missed my stop, I would’ve been just in time to make it for my second meeting. This is the meeting that I AM RUNNING and IN CHARGE OF.
I dash out the train and to the metro station. I know I don’t have my SmarTrip card on me, so I get in line to buy a farecard.
Among about a million billion tourists. During rush hour. Goodness gracious.
I finally get to the machine. “SMARTRIP ONLY”. WHY?! I get into another line, even longer. At the front of this line is a group of Chinese people who seem very confused and, more importantly to me at the time, very slow. I offered them help in Mandarin and helped them get on their merry way out of the line.
Of course, as soon as I get on the metro, I realize that actually… I do have my SmarTrip with me. At some point in my life, I decided not to be a complete moron and put it in my wallet. Genius.
I make it to school without a hitch after that point. It’s 7:15 and I’m running to my meeting. I get there just in time to see the last person leaving and my co-organizers cleaning up.
After all that, I completely missed both of my meetings.
Needless to say, I am not a happy camper. Even catching up The Big Bang Theory isn’t helping things much.
(Shameless plug: It might cheer me up if you helped donate to my cause! I’m curious to see how many people would donate just $1. Don’t be freaked out by them asking for your address and stuff; they just like sending thank you letters to you afterwards.
I definitely WILL do something when I reach $200, so leave a challenge suggestion when you donate!)
Sip of Starrshine 