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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://redthebook.com/cs/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Your Smile On Fire : Mouse, Miss Pacman, my novel</title><link>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/Mouse/Miss+Pacman/my+novel/default.aspx</link><description>Tags: Mouse, Miss Pacman, my novel</description><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007.1 (Build: 20917.1142)</generator><item><title>the REAL FRIENDS edition</title><link>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/2007/11/28/the-real-friends-edition.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 04:16:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">b185b1ab-1d1c-4e0e-a0f1-dd17ea6a90df:452</guid><dc:creator>jordynt</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=452</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/2007/11/28/the-real-friends-edition.aspx#comments</comments><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; A blog in parts. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Part one: TWO-WAY STREET&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Part two: today &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Part three: LA&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Part four: the REAL FRIENDS edition&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Part five: Dorky Pride Week&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; TWO-WAY STREET is this book I bought that I am &lt;em&gt;very excited&lt;/em&gt; about reading. So, as a punishment/reward/incentive for myself, I&amp;#39;m not reading it until I &lt;em&gt;finish my novel.&lt;/em&gt; I&amp;#39;m up to 37k and counting. And no, this is NOT for nanowrimo. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today was good. Really good.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The happiness factor of today came from many reasons. But one of the bigger ones was that-- Wait. That&amp;#39;s not going to make any sense. It&amp;#39;s a long story and would take &lt;em&gt;immense&lt;/em&gt; back story. Going back to this girl I knew in sixth grade, seriously, that much back story. So I just won&amp;#39;t even bother. Only know that I am happy, and that is a good thing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes! I am going to the LA party! Who else is? (Sam, are you?) Also, my friend and her mom might come with, so that&amp;#39;s exciting. My California friend, that is. If they &lt;em&gt;don&amp;#39;t&lt;/em&gt; end up coming, it&amp;#39;ll just be me, Mom, and my sister. But yay!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And now for the REAL FRIENDS edition of my blog.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I&amp;#39;ve been thinking a lot about relationships lately. Which, I know makes it sound like I&amp;#39;ve been thinking a lot about &lt;em&gt;coupley&lt;/em&gt; relationships lately, but in reality I&amp;#39;ve been thinking about all sorts of relationships. Mostly friends though. And I&amp;#39;ve been thinking about the friends, the real true honest best friends you have, and what makes them that way and how you think of them. Specifically I&amp;#39;ve been thinking of their flaws. My best friends have a myriad of flaws; crazy, judgemental, stubborn, annoying, slightly superficial, just plain irritating at times, etc. They are not perfect people. And I was thinking about that, asking myself, &lt;em&gt;Self, why are you friends with people who can be so judgemental and stubborn and irritating?&lt;/em&gt; And I&amp;#39;m still not entirely sure why, I just know that all the good stuff about them, their kindness, loyalty, humor, and compassion outweigh all of that. I mean, okay, complete honesty? Sometimes my friend&amp;#39;s imperfections are &lt;em&gt;all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;I can notice about them. They&amp;#39;re being annoying or bratty or stubborn or whatever and I ask myself, &lt;em&gt;Self, why am I friends with that person?&lt;/em&gt; And then I remember: it&amp;#39;s because of their awesomeness. Because they listen to my crazy ramblings or they make me laugh when everything else in life is crazy or they give me a hug at just the right time, or they&amp;#39;re just always there for me, or they&amp;#39;re willing to hang out when no one else is. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The reality is that everyone does things that bug other people and all of us have issues. I&amp;#39;m not perfect and my friends aren&amp;#39;t perfect either. And I think accepting those flaws, those glaring imperfections, is a big part of what makes the really great friendships so great. When you don&amp;#39;t ignore the fact that this person is the way they are, when you get mad at them and fight but you know no matter what happens, you&amp;#39;ll still be friends because you care about them &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much and the foundation of that friendship is just &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; strong. A real friendship is when you know who someone is (maybe not through-and-through because it takes some serious time and effort to know someone &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; well) and you can accept them, flaws and all, because the good stuff &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;outweigh the bad.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And I know I said it wasn&amp;#39;t about &lt;em&gt;coupley&lt;/em&gt; relationships, but I think all that stuff I just said, about flaws and acceptance and all that, can also be applied to those sort of relationships. I have more thoughts about it but right now they&amp;#39;re all just up in my head, refusing to come out. Sorries!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I can&amp;#39;t leave you without some quotes, can I? No worries. I won&amp;#39;t. Today, in the spirit of the REAL FRIENDS edition of my blog, a quote for some of my &lt;em&gt;REAL&lt;/em&gt; friends. And these are just the quotes that, when I wrote them down, I was thinking of someone in particular.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Trust = telling someone about the things that make you sleepless. Or trying to, at least. Wanting to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;--I CAN&amp;#39;T TELL YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The word friends doesn&amp;#39;t seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;--THE SECOND SUMMER OF THE SISTERHOOD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why go through something alone when there&amp;#39;s someone you trust to be with you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;--RED (sorry, I&amp;#39;m too lazy to find out what essay this one is from, but I know it was one of the twins&amp;#39;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Lina loved her little sister so much that it was like an ache under her ribs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;--THE CITY OF EMBER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And now I have to edit this post because I forgot one very important thing. Actually two. Number one, my dorky pride reference: &lt;em&gt;quagmire triplets&lt;/em&gt;. And number two: AM I THE ONLY PERSON IN THE UNIVERSE WHO HAS SEEN THE MOVIE &amp;quot;SUPERFIRE&amp;quot;? I swear, my friends think I&amp;#39;m making this movie up. And I&amp;#39;m not, I&amp;#39;m really and truly not. IT EXISTS! So please, someone, save me... tell me you&amp;#39;ve seen it too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://redthebook.com/cs/aggbug.aspx?PostID=452" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/Mich/default.aspx">Mich</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/Meggo/default.aspx">Meggo</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/Miss+Pacman/default.aspx">Miss Pacman</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/Red/default.aspx">Red</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/Mouse/default.aspx">Mouse</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/dorky+pride/default.aspx">dorky pride</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/musings/default.aspx">musings</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/my+novel/default.aspx">my novel</category><category domain="http://redthebook.com/cs/blogs/jordynt/archive/tags/TayTay/default.aspx">TayTay</category></item></channel></rss>