The Mark with a "K"

is probably the best friend I've had in a long time :]

like, getting close to Ruby status in only a few months...

That's pretty freakin' crazy dude.

I know he reads my blog sometimes, so I'm sure he'll see this...

I hope it makes his day better! Teehee!

K so, this guy!

M A R K

is like,

my favorite person in the worrrrrrrld!

History major. Knows everything.

E V E R Y T H I N G.

It's really freakin' cool.

He also wrote for his newspaper back at home...

and basically was a newspaper GURU!

Awesomesauce.

I always wanted my newspaper to be like that...
but Cordova was lame. Haha

SUPER DUPER LAAME!

He more or less bleeds coffee (This is total Ruby status)

I find it hilarious.

:]

and we can go to the dining hall for Late Night Noms

and talk for like two hours!

Nonstop!

and I listen to him,

and listens to me,

and it makes me really happy!

Yep yep yep.

I just like am so happy I've got a friend I can tell anything,
and be completely myself around... the crazy ridiculous person I am
...and he just laughs!

HE LAUGHS AT EVERYTHING!

It's so nice that I can make someone smile. It makes me smile.

and Mark! Mark is so goofy!

With his hair! and the Boston-ness.

It makes me laugh.

:]

Not really, it just makes me smile.

'Cause it's MARK!

and MARK is like, my best friend!

Awesome : UCSC :: Best friend : Mark

Makes sense, right?

If it doesn't, go look up UCSC, and slap yourself in the face.

'Cause UCSC IS HELLA DAYS AWESOME.

I don't know. I'm just so happy.

Happy with a friendship. I forgot what that feeling was like.

Then I was like, OH SHIT, THIS IS AWESOME.

:]

There's so many moments in time where we're just chillin' off by ourselves, all separated from the usual Porter Horde, where we just laugh and smile about anything and everything. Sometimes it's not so happy though, and that's ok. Sometimes I'm upset, and he'll listen to me. THAT IS SO NICE.

Okay, see a few weekends ago, a couple of our friends did shrooms.

Not really that big of a deal, but it still freaked me the fuck out, so I was kind of... y'know, on edge.

And see Cooper is this person I really adore. I think he's wonderful and amazing.

So we were just screwin' around in Allyson's room, and I kind of sort of got slapped in the face for tickling hiiim~

A little upsetting, because it was in front of the rest of our friends... like... he didn't care that he was singling me out in front of everyone... I felt sort of like, degraded in front of everyone. I do not approve of that feeling.

BUT ANYWAY, now that I think about it, not really that big of a deal,

but with the stress I was under, and the fact that a whole bunch of people I cared about a lot were doing hard drugs that night,

well, I didn't take it too well,

a few mins after being slapped, I went back to the lounge, and y'know

I kind of cried a little. A little.

Mark was there... with me... I felt awful 'cause I could like, see the worry in his eyes...

I think, that, that upset me more than anything. I don't like seeing my friends upset.

They mean everything to me. More everything than Mark knows everything everything.

Intense shit.

So I went down to my room to be by myself (aka, try to relax the best I could in the presence of my two roommates that were there) and eventually fell asleep.

I woke up at 11 PM.

I had promised Mark I'd be up in 2 hours (from 8 PM) or so for Late Night Noms...

11 PM... was kind of too late... :(

I felt really awful... but when I saw him later that night, he was just glad to see that I wasn't horribly upset anymore.

♥.

Another night, people got a little bit schwasted, and since some of the schwasted people were those of the freakin' hilarious while schwasted, I decided to go take care of them/watch/enjoy myself.

I promised Mark I'd be back though!

I just.... didn't come back 'til like 3:30 AM.

Fail. Such failure.

But when I got back into the lounge... Mark had still burned In the Aeroplanes Over the Sea and Deja Entendu for me!

(and left them in my shoes, hah!)

It's just the little things. The little things that matter to me. The little subtleties that say, "Hey, I care about you!"

Like, "Hey dude, I called Swoops next to Darlene!"

THAT MAKES ME SMILE SO MUCH.

HOLY SHIT, SOMEONE ACTUALLY ENJOYS THE PERSON I AM, AND ISN'T AFRAID TO SHOW IT!

WHAT A FREAKIN' CONCEPT.

See, Mark was the first person at college I could always rely on. No matter what, he would listen, care, and just help me enjoy myself. He was never selfish; just basically the best person in the world.

I just don't know how I can ever thank him for being so awesome. SO AWESOME!

So I'm kind of trying to do my best by posting this...

'cause the whole world can see that Maaaaaaaark~ is fabulous!

The internet is a weird place, but I like it.