“We all love Rona.”
-PathsHow can we not, I ask you?
Meet Ronalyn Ann Florence Perez. Crap, is Florence her middle name? I honestly have no idea, over the years I’ve got used to reading it as merely Ronalyn Ann F. Perez. Wow, I’m not even done with the first sentence and I’ve messed up this birthday greeting already, I suck. But let us not let us make this about me. We have all other entries for me, me, me. This post is especially dedicated to Rona, my bestest childhood buddy in the entire universe (bestest ain’t even a word).
You know how like everyone’s got that friend they’ve been friends with since like you both were in Osh Kosh overalls? That little childhood friend, whom you’ve watched grow up and all? Someone who’s been there longer than any other friend you can remember, someone practically a family. Someone who’s closer to you more than anyone else, someone you spill everything to, someone you turn to—yeah, I suppose you get the picture.
Well, Rona, she’s that someone to me. One of God's awesomest gifts ever, life would sure be different without knowing her. But anyway, yeah, Rona’s my bestfriend, childhood mate, soul sister whatever whatever. All those.
And today’s her birthday :D I just wanna tell you how special & important she is to me, she’s been there through just about every bit of my life. She’s awesome, unique and different, great in more ways than can be comprehended. And when I say different, boy do I mean different. :D
If I had a list of awesomest & special friends, Rona would be at the top, #1, hands down. She’s that special (shoot, haven’t they got another word for special, don’t wanna use it a third time) to me. Very important indeed, and not just because she’s filthy rich, but because I can’t replace her. Duh. Even a moron can figure that out. Someone I can rely on, someone I can turn to. Someone I’d gladly throw myself in front of a bullet for, or less dramatically, force myself to go to prom for. Haha.
She was always unique, headstrong and of course, really, really, really pretty. Like you have no idea. The female Adonis. It gets amusing seeing all those guys get turn down all the time, it’s like they never learn. *laughs maniacally* She’s amazing too when she’s not drilling your head, trying to convince you with her theory of the little people, sort of like the Keebler elf, controlling our mind. Kidding Rona.
To sum it up, Rona is the Patrick to my Spongebob. Get it? Those two are inseparable despite massive differences. Except maybe, Rona isn’t as moronic as Patrick. Or like, the Donald to my Mickey Mouse. Haha, there, we’re comparable to those two. The Brooke Davis to my Peyton Sawyer. The Joe Trohman to my Patrick Stump. Yeah, you get the picture. Haha.
So Rona, I’m pretty sure you’re reading this, though I’ve never really told you before how significant you are in my life, you are. You are one in a million dude! So thank you for pretty much everything, and here’s to hoping we die together. Oh crap, NOT IN THAT WAY. I meant in metaphorically. Haha, I’m bad at this aren’t I? Well anyway, Happy 15th Birthday, and I love you bestfriend.
God bless you throughout your entire life, and I would gladly take you to church AGAIN anytime soon (it’s a long story). Peace.
Ps. My apologies for the photos, I don’t have a lot of good photos with her and about most of these are just about the ones who luckily had her in it. I wish I could just crop everyone else, especially myself, out. Hey, at least I tried, hope you like it Rona :)
Labels: birthdays, Rona
It’s 6 minutes to 6 am in Bruville and I don’t know what else to do. I tried sleeping at around 2, but due to reasons I have yet to find out, I couldn’t. Maybe it was the manic paranoia. Crazy horror movie! Or maybe it was Joseph again. *shrugs.
I just spent about 3 hours literally tossing and turning in the duvet while Rona oh-so-happily sleeps away. :/ Lucky kid, she took some medicine and it made her drowsy so yeah. Not pills you idiot. She’s sick. I think. So I got incredibly thirsty at about 4 am and I debated whether or not to wake Rona up cause I’m pretty freaked about going downstairs alone. You know. It’s dark. And the Boogeyman’s there :S
Thank God, Rona woke up at about 5 and I got my apple juice. Originally of course, I wanted Coke (she has an endless supply of Coke here, actually ALL sorts of junk food, AND she has Ben & Jerry’s ice cream which I didn’t know they actually had here, sad isn’t it?), but I didn’t wanna burn my stomach with sudden bouts of acid or anything—am I boring you? I think I am. I’ll keep quiet now.
So Aikks, Danice & Eunice were over here earlier for Rona’s pre-birthday celebration thing. We just lazed around in the pool and ate. Yeah. Good times.
Labels: Rona, sleepovers
