‎'Good friends don´t come and go, but great friends come with love, go with hate, and come back with a mixture of homesickness and hate which translates to love. Hopefully'

This is true. One of those friends, that doesn´t exactly follow that pattern of love and hate, is my old friend Sofia. She hates that name, so I´ll use her first one. Diana. Dianna. Dianna Banana. Dianna Bannana Montanna McGangstah. Let´s call her that.

She´s been there for me for years, so inconditional. I owe her at least a paragraph of this blog, since she´s also my only fan, yet. She´s the type of person that resists offending you when you´re talking too much (way too much) and she´s the friend you can tell anything about. Actually she´s the weirdest psycological, strangest friend I´ve ever had. But that´s really OK. I have so many strange friends though. Not strangely annoying, but strangely original (Punn intended) which I find strangely enjoyable.

Maybe I´m Crazy. Maybe I´m not. Maybe I am. Maybe I´m not. [Confusion]

I´ve come to the conclusion, then, that we are all crazy. Some just have their original way of being crazy, that will always be different of course, but especially different (I just thought of another friend, Dani Lozano, and myself) Just today, she told me that she was feeling so crazy she stood up to a 10th grader, (she´s in 8th grade, just like me. Strangely she´s younger than me) and she sang and danced in front of her, restating the fact that she had TicTacs and she didn´t -- Which is strange to start with.

This is a track of our conversation:

-no t preocupes lo eres desde el comienzo

-mk tenes q ver esto O_O no me di cuento (es el man q me gusta) mira toda la conversacion plis..­

-jajajajjaa

LOL LOL

-Felicidades, eres una loca tambien :)

- ‎:3 o t preocupes, lo tengo en cuenta, ademas hoy estuve en un salon de decimo bailando porq le esba restregando a la cara a una amiga de q yo tenia tictac y ella no xD

-jejejeje me imagino tu restregandole a cualquier persona eso...jaja...it sounds fun :) Voy el 16 creo a Barranquilla

- lo mejor es q hoy le patie el trasero LITERALMENTE al man q me gusta xD porq me estaba mostrando un lado de su cara desconosido xD

 

(I won´t translate the piece, because, as a classic film or piece of art, it looses meaning if it´s not in its full original form. The comparisson with a classic film is not that coherent and necessary, and true, and necessary...but you understand. You are intelligent bloggers, I assume)

PS: this sequence is not at all logical and consequent, so pay no attention to the order.