it's {just me} and my best friend...

I remember the day I was told the news. I rolled my eyes and let out what only can be described as a “Valley Girl scoff” at the thought. I told my sister that I could, like, not even understand the nerve of them. How dare they.

How could my new apartment complex even begin to think that randomly placing two girls from Malta, Idaho with two girls from Declo, Idaho {uh, yuck} would even begin to work out?

They were mistaken. Confused. Looking for conflict. Out of their freakin’ minds.

When they gave me the names of my soon-to-be roommates I fought back the sudden urge to throw up all over my newly signed contract.

Brandy Durfee was one of those pretty girls, you know? One of those girls from the rival school that had a reputation. A reputation of being the Head Cheerleader who stole the hearts of the most popular guys with her perfectly natural blonde hair and glitzed-out pink cowgirl boots {which I later borrowed on several occasions}.

Which only meant one thing to my newly enrolled college self.

Competition. Big fat competition.

I made up my mind to lay low. Stay out of her way, you know? And maybe things wouldn’t be so bad. She would have her crowd. I would have mine.

Two weeks in, and my plan was ruined.

Turns out, she wasn’t so bad. She was even, you know, cool {gasp}. She made it so dang hard to hate her.

So, instead of love at first sight, it was best friends at first sight. Or something that doesn’t sound so  entirely cheesy. Either way,

Happy Birthday BD!

Thanks for being my friend. Thanks for helping me come out of my shell. Thanks for sharing your clothes. And shoes. And jewelry. And perfume. And toothbrush {Just kidding. Scared you though, didn't I?}. Thanks for forcing me to go to class. Thanks for dragging me out of bed to go to church. Thanks for adopting me into your family.  Thanks for sticking up for me when no one else would. Thanks for doing my dishes. Thanks for going to the Goodwill with me. Thanks for moving with me when things got rough.  Thanks for introducing me to Jacob Eugene. Thanks for staying up until 4am talking boys. Thanks for letting me be the 3^rd wheel with you and Shawny Boy. Thanks for forcing me to go to the gym even after I would tell you to go to...you know.  Thanks for taking me to the doctor when I was sick. Thanks for going on midnight Taco Bell runs with me. Thanks for convincing me just how much I loved Jake. Thanks for sticking with me when everyone else started to hate us. Thanks for not forgetting about me when you met the love of your life. Thanks for randomly texting me just to say Hi. Thanks for the memories and the possibilities. Thanks for being you. 

Thanks for being my best friend. 

 

Love you dude,

Kate