It's me, but not. (ooh, trickyyy ;P)

Okay, that is actually cray. I was on here like 2/3 hours ago and there was one pageview today, and now suddenly there's 14 ;o that's the second most I've ever had! You go Glen Coco (you are Glen Coco, just btw ;P)
I want to give you guys a present for being awesome, but I don't know what ;c

I don't really have much to say today, I just wanted to share how proud I was of myself for having people reading my blog ;3
I was going to tell you guys a *very exciting* story about my current struggle and torment with the horrible-ness that is iTunes, but then I realised it was an incredibly boring story, so I won't tell that story, unless there is a particular want for that story, in which case I will, because I'm pretty much up to writing about anything you guys want, you just have to say the word, but up until that point I shall not tell the incredibly un-riveting story of my poor iPod.
Instead I am going to tell you a lovely magical story called: The story of my best friend (and I...becoming friends and being friends and shit, because #yolo that's why)
yaaay! ;P

So, I met my best friend for the first time on my first day of high school back in Australia after living in Vienna for three and a half years, and I was totally #devo about moving back, because I had really awesome friends and I lived in an amazing city, and I was like "Australia is going to be totally crap compared to this and I'm not going to have any friends (because, let's face it, I'm not the type of person who's particularly good at making new friends...) and it's going to be totally crappy." And I was sort of right. Canberra is pretty crap compared to Vienna as a city, but I love the friends I eventually 
made, to absolute pieces, like I couldn't imagine having better friends (for the most part anyways) but it wasn't always like this. I was shown around the school by a lovely girl by the name of Heidi, and she was lovely and let me sit with her and her friends for the first couple of weeks, and she was actually the one to introduce me to Anna. 

We were outside of my french class and Heidi didn't have class with me, and she was like "This is Anna, she's really nice. I have to go to class" and then she left me to fend for myself. Now, to put this in context. I was in a new school. I'd been there for like two hours and I've never been good at talking to people I don't know and suddenly I was expected to talk to this girl I'd never met, who for the record is also shit at talking to people she doesn't know (though she is better than me) so we had a little stinted conversation and then her friends (who are now all my other friends :P) and she talked to them and I was there by myself. They sort of tried to include me, but only in that way where you try to include someone because it'd be really rude not to, but I got that and I didn't mind, because I knew their feel.
And then it was time to go into class and they all went and sat at a table together, and then suddenly the table was full and I just thought "well shit." so I sat at a table by myself. Talk about social suicide, right? But we moved on from that incident, two other people sat with me and I looked less like a total loser :P
So to begin with I thought Anna was a bit of a bitch, but obvs that changed ;P
A couple of weeks later I went on writer's camp (yep, not a total loser ;P) and that's where I met someone else, who shall remain nameless, but we became really close friends over those couple of days, and so I started to hang out with her and her friends at lunch time instead. So though we're not friends any more, I really owe a whole lot to her, and I'm actually pretty cut that we're not friends any more, because I did consider her one of my best friends, but oh well. I guess that's life, right?
Anyway, after that I started talking to Anna more and more, and soon enough we realised that we were pretty much the same person, just in two different bodies, like that whole ancient greek belief thing in which people are actually born with two heads and four arms and legs, and then they were split and they have to find their other half, well that's us. Which I know sounds corny, and like what everyone says in high school, but there are just some people you know are going to be in your life until the end. And that girl is my person. Not even a question.

So we've been friends now for about...well only about three years, but it feels like I've just always known her. It's quite strange actually. We spent the last two years of high school being *bestest buds* and that remains now.
We've dealt with a multitude of boys (two  boyfriends for her and a couple of crushes, three boyfriends for me, and a plethora of crushes because that's just how I roll ;)), we've dealt with bitchy girls at school, problems at home and family shit. We've had so many in jokes that I can't even remember most of them, and we can have entire conversations just in looks, no words needed. When her boyfriend of a year broke up with her, she called me at eight pm, and I was over there 20 minutes later, ice cream, chocolate and Tim Tams in hand. And when they got back together, I was sceptical, but supportive, and remain supportive to this day, many months on.  When I fell for guys I could never have, she's stuck by me, told me to go for it if she actually thought I had a chance, or told me to stop being an idiot if she knew I didn't. I went to the coast for a week with her Dad's family the summer before last, and it was one of my favourite weeks ever. Her mums' (yes, that is correct grammar, two mums at that house ;P) house is practically a second home to me, and my house the same thing for her. It's even gotten to the point where people (mainly my brother) are convinced we are secretly a couple because we're that close.

So yeah, some how this completely insane little platinum blonde girl has become my life line. The most important person in my life. If I have something I can't tell anyone, I can tell her, and she probably already knows, because she just knows me that well. She's like the older sister I've never had, sharing her life wisdom with me, but also like my little sister too, I would do anything to stop her from getting hurt.
So, ultra cheesy post, but you know, if you're going to know about my life, it's pretty much necessary that you know about Anna too, because anything that happens, she's a part of.

Okay:
1) sorry if this is really weirdly formatted, it was fine, but then it wasn't and I tried to fix it, but then I couldn't figure it out, and it's past midnight, and I have school tomorrow, so I need to go to bed...so maybe I'll try fix it tomorrow, but for now I'll just put it up, because even if it looks a bit funny, it's the content that counts, yeah? yeah.
2) this post has literally taken me forever, and in that time it's gone up to 29 pageviews ;OOO woohoo! Ultimate Glen Coco-ness!
3) If there's anything you want me to write about, please tell me, otherwise I'll just talk about random crap for the rest of forever, and I wouldn't want to bore people, so yeah!

Okay, bed time now 100% (I am so tired I almost just wrote percent after the % :P)
nighty night!
Keep being awesome!
xoxo

~edit (3/5/13) I fixed the formatting problems, which means it looks different, but content is still the same, dw!~