My Kind of Town: Bring It All Back..SClub7 Style

First and foremost, I got (preordered) the new Gavin DeGraw and John Legend albums....if you're in the need for some good music that will make your heart happy, I'd recommend that. Gavin is back, y'all.

Let's talk about making friends. I'm in a new city, right? Making friends is part of the territory and let me just say that it is HARD. I'm the person that instantly invites someone over to my house...apparently that's not socially acceptable, it kind of makes you seem like you're crazy. I'm also a restless person; I need friends, and don't get me wrong, I've been making them, but it has made me appreciate my longterm friends that much more. In the scope of friendships, you have your Tuesday afternoon friends (the ones only good for lunch), the Thursday evening friends (when you watch your favorite TV show and make dinner), and your Saturday middle of night blew-a-tire-come-pick-me-up friends. All of them are great and needed! People say that a good friend will get you out of jail and your best friends will be there with you...No. That's wrong. Your best friend would talk you out of doing whatever dumb stuff you're plotting. I've come to realize that best friends are the people who will hate everyone you hate and help you plot their demise and then bring you back to reality. They let you be irrational and crazy and then say, "alright...so, let's reign it in now." I learned this when I was ranting to my best friend this week and she went right along with it and then brought me back to my Jesus lovin' roots. Best friends are people who know your internal monologue and still love you. So for that I say thank you to my best friend of 19 years, Joanna, and all the other pieces of my heart floating around out there that understand me better than I ever thought anyone would: Zac, Scott, Shayna, Alyssa, Justin, Calvin, Holly, Roland, Melissa and Carissa Ro. Thanks for allowing me to be angsty, hyper, pensive, and forgetful; for loving me on days I make you listen to instrumental music, Drake, System of a Down, Frank Sinatra and Kelly Clarkson...in a one hour time span; for letting me try cooking random meals; for letting me boss you around; thanks for letting me freak out over everything, because I do, and for being patient and walking me through basic life things; thanks for listening to me ramble like a crazy person over nothing and then saying, ok...feel better? shut up. go wash your face, go to bed; thanks for putting up with me when I don't have coffee in hand; for teaching me about myself; for listening to my random rants about nickels or cheese; thanks for listening to my church ramblings, and for letting me talk an hour after EVERY tv show I watch because I need to discuss human behaviour and writing plots. Thanks for letting me be awkward and 80. Thanks for watching Golden Girls and West Wing with me and for having conversations made up of only quotes from those tv shows. Most importantly, thanks for giving me more encouragement to be out here doing what I want to do. You all made it so I had no choice but to come here and you also made it impossible to want to say goodbye. I love you all more than you could ever know.