Truth Telling

Meet Tom. He is my best friend.


Tom has a blog. this is an bit of his latest blog entry.

"As we headed outside, she began to talk to me about a band called AFI. This is most likely caused by a bulletin late one night that compares the lyrics to 'Silver and Cold' to silver cars. She responded to the original post saying she was impressed that I knew the music (I also quoted 'Bleed Black' and 'Leaving Song' in that same bulletin).
I explained to her that I was a convert from when I saw them live (it was my first concert, too) at KROQ's Almost Acoustic Christmas a few years back. I was so amazed by their live energy and croud comraderie that I was actually disappointed in myself for not knowing any of the material... or else it would've been one of the greatest. I went on to tell her about getting 'Sing the Sorrow' from Target.
But still, we got some good conversations in there. She asked me about my life and vice versa. I told her that everyone at school was friendly, where she retorted with "But not as much as your best friend."
By the basis of just realizing I blamed society for a speech impediment... I think she's right. I mean, no one has ever wanted to hang out with me three weekends in a row like she has.
We went into a store called Wiskers. As you probably can tell, it was an animal lover store. She told me about how she was going to sell her rats there, but just never has.
I roamed the store, looking at all of the merchandise, and even began reading the Spanish language on the dog food bags. I eventually just tagged along with Jennifer as she showed me things that she wanted to get for her dogs. She also explained how she had similar goods, but that they kept getting misplaced by the animals.
She also claimed that her and her mom would consider getting a cat after a couple of the dogs die (or something along those lines).
We went to one last store, where we sat across from a completely white wall with barred windows and I was thinking of an insane asylum. She tried to get me to talk, but I was still trying to figure out what to say...
We went inside and began to look around. During that time, Van Halen's 'Jump' came on, and she said "Didn't we just hear this song?"
And I simply denied her because I don't remember dancing down aisles at all to 'Jump'. I began to look around and tapped the gong hanging from the ceiling. I can't really define this store, but it had some obscure stuff. In the end, Jennifer ended up getting a skirt that we thought looked awesome.
Somehow, that was it... three stores. I told her honestly that I didn't have much reason for shopping. I had just come because she invited me. Realizing that, we headed to the bus stop, where I broke some sad truth to her.
I have never ridden a bus.
While there was some shock that echoed in the reply, she handed me a dollar and told me to put that in the machine when the bus got there.
While we waited for the 'D' bus, we sat at the bus stop, and I was introduced to early AFI... back when they had that 80's hardcore sound and minute-long songs.
I can not honeslty tell you any lyric to the songs, but I remember Jennifer saying "Isn't that an awesome chorus? Fuck you...very much." And I simply responded "I thought they said 'Fuck you... red vine.'" Which I think amused her.
And then the bus showed up. I could tell immediately that this was going to be an experience simply because the driver looked like the negligent bastard child of Bob Marley. Before I even sat down, he took off and I slid right into the seat.
We continued a journey through early AFI as I looked out the window, seeing the world through a different angle. The bus was constantly have agit brake problems and even took some funky turns. Jennifer even complained to me that he was not the best driver. At one point, I remember slamming into the side of the seat.
I was so glad he did not go down the bumpy road that my dad enjoyed using as a torturing method. With no seatbelts, he probably could've had a few lawsuits on his hands (though not from me, I'm took nice).
But after we got off of the bus in front of Borders, we immediately walked over to the next bus stop and sat down. She explained to me a few of the songs... including what songs she first heard by them, her favorites, when they got their current line-up, cult songs, and I could almost swear she said something about whispering in one of them (but I heard nothing... I don't even know what song it is so I can't do a check).
The next bus ride was nothing much. After going on the Indiana Jones bus tour, I probably could handle anything.
Once we got off at the bus stop by Ralphs, we walked to her house. This seemed to be monumental because it would be the first time I would walk to her house and someone was there.
But along the way, she asked "If I looked like this, would you still talk to me?"
Personally, I'm not biast towards looks and besides, she was talking to me. I simply responded "As long as you're talking to me."
And so we walked and walked. We talked about the agony of there being no buses that go down the street by her house and so on. She also told me she would compile me a list of AFI CDs to listen to so I could get a good taste of them.
When we got there, she wouldn't let me into the house (I think her mother was actually the one), so I sat in the shade by her car. I watched her fiddle around in her room.
A few minutes later, she came out with grape juice and oatmeal cookies. She also brought out the CDs and I thanked her for everything. She explained to me about how she obtained each and everyone of the CDs over the course of seven years (believe it or not, we both share that knowledge where we know where every CD we bought came from). I was impressed. My only guess really was E-Bay, but not a single one was off of it.
She was also envious that I got the 'I Heard a Voice' DVD for Christmas while she had to have a friend drive out a ways to get it because there was only a double-digit shipment as opposed to a four-digit.
After awhile, her mother got home and she invited me inside. I kept drinking the grape juice, which I forgot how much I enjoyed. Haven't had some in a long time. She was out, so she got me some tea when I finished it off.

Overall, 'South Park' seems funnier when you're watching with a friend. I haven't enjoyed the show that much since UK Alex was out here and we watched the movie. I think Jennifer and I differed on what was funny, but somehow suicidal dogs got a laugh from me.
After a little bit of 'Spongebob Squarepants', she decided that it was time to call it a day. She and I contemplated on what was around here for entertainment, and after her next party (Derrick, whom she claims Anna or I might know, but I don't remember any Derricks) said he didn't want to the Town Center, I simply shrugged my shoulders and said... "Ralphs?"
She began to tell me about how Wallgreens was a lot better.
Grabbing the bag of CDs, I said goodbye and left.
We drove around later than night, and Anna got to see her for what I think was the first time in awhile. She gave me a hug then, and admitted "Tom, you're always creepy" after I mentioned that it would be creepy to see me twice in the same day.
So yes... another weekend that's worth remembering. I had a great time and I felt like I belonged. Like I said, she seems to listen to me... which I love about her. Also, it has been awhile since someone has let me borrow CDs... But she pretty much topped them showing a trust for me based on letting me borrow seven years worth of gatherings.
I don't know what else to say other than it's great to have a friend who cares as much as she does."

Honestly, this guy gets me all misty eyed when I read some of the things he writes about me. This guy, is the most wierd, and quiet kid you'll ever meet. He's the strange kid who sits in the back of the class, and me being the girl who never shuts up in class, decided to befriend this kid who looked like he just didn't have a thing in the world. Turns out, he's like my best friend now.

Whenever i'm feeling blue, he makes me feel better.

its good to have a best friend. honestlyyeeyyyh.