LJ SAY HAY.

Leah Jereb.  Meee-ah Mer-eb.

AKA my bff jill.

I’ve known about her existence since about 8th grade.  She was always just....another person to me.  I always had an idea of what I thought she was like, based upon a few different things.

A friend recently told me a way to express this.  I had an Ashleigh-Leah built into my head.  I assessed her based upon her friends and what I knew of them, and from there came to a conclusion of what I assumed she was like.  And I didn’t like her friends very much.

Around came sophomore year and the time to apply for IB.  I found out she was doing it, or at least considering.  I’d had my heart set on IB since I found out about its existence, so when she talked to me about it, I decided to reconsider my position on her.

I was so, so wrong.

She was so different from them, as I soon discovered.  This year we hit it off quickly.  Seriously, we acted extremely similar and soon found ourselves talking in unison.  And, as we got to know each other on a deeper level, found out that our general beliefs about almost everything are also the same.  We’re seriously really close now, and I really kind of regret not getting to know her earlier.

But we’re friends now, best friends I would say, and that’s all that matters.

She’s goofy.  She’s eccentric, and different, and quirky in all the right ways.  She’s intelligent and dynamic.  She’s beautiful, inside and out.  Seriously, Leah, you’re gorgeous and you need to stop thinking otherwise.  Because you’re one of the cutest puppy girls I’ve ever met.

Hi puppy.

And she’s so driven, and involved, and I really admire that about her.  I wish I was as involved in my community as she is, because people are going to remember her.  She leaves quite the impression, and I know that no matter what, even though I hope for her to remain one of the 2% of my friends that I remain friends with after high school,

Guess I learned my lesson: Don’t judge a girl by her friends.

‘Cause giiiiirl, you are so much better than those one dimensional bimbos you used to hangout with.

PS. I hope you read this because you need to see this.

STOP THINKING BOYS DON’T LIKE YOU BECAUSE YOU’RE NOT ATTRACTIVE.  YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.  AND STRIKING.  AND THE CUTEST PUPPY IN MY LIFE.  BOYS ARE JUST (in general, not all) STUPID AND NOT LOOKING FOR THINGS LIKE CUTENESS AND AWESOME PERSONALITIES AT THIS AGE.  THEY’RE LOOKIN FOR GIRLS THAT ARE GONNA GIVE THEM SOME WITHOUT MUCH WORK, AND YOU ARE NOT THAT.  SO BE PROUD.  AND LOVE WHO YOU ARE.