The most wonderful girl
I didn't think I'd like her. She talked about the problems her family had gone through in a cheerleader tone, and I didn't trust her. Didn't believe her. She was the one who wouldn't take off her underwear when we went skinny dipping, and I was an iota away from scorn. The first week, I used to cringe when she came into our room (she's always been excellent friends with my roomate), because I felt uncomfortable around her. Thank god I lightened up, and thank god she started getting weird.
We have hickey giving contests. My roomate said "Margaret's just... drooling on me." I had no idea how involved the art of the hickey is (and how truly disgusting it is), but oh, I learned. We play MASH - I wound up driving the batmobile, and my roomate honeymooned in Juarez. We solicited porn from a boy I knew in highschool. We took pictures of one of the girls down the hall when she decided to take off her shirt. Most nights though, she sits in our room, and indulges in her weirdness.
She pokes me. Then starts shouting "Margaret! Get off me! Leave me alone! Quit poking me!" She asks us to feel her butt. "Nice, huh? Feel how hard it is when I squeeze it." She asks us to take pictures of her butt. (The sad thing is that she really does have eating disorders, and liking her butt is a rare moment in a sea of disecting and hating herself.) She feels our butts too. She makes our bed at random, and then she shouts from the other room "I'm putting tape on your pillow! I'm putting my feet on your pillow!" She calls herself our roomie. She threw all the blankets off my bed when I didn't call her roomie. On AIM, she says "Your roomate says you smell. Do not tell your roomate I told you this," as she says to my roomate, "Margaret says you are mean. Do not tell Margaret I told you this." She spells out her contractions on AIM, it's funny. She comes in and cleans our room when we aren't around.
It's the weirdest, randomnest, most hilarious stuff you can imagine. All of it is on the brink of dead pan, and all of it is unexpected. She's a little like a needling, whiny child and a unfazable mother all at the same time. She goes about her way like it's a normal day. Maybe it is for her. She does flooringly nice things without a hint that its out of the ordinary for her. She took care of an ongoing project for me once of her own accord, and looked at me baffled as I gushed and thanked her for doing it.
She's selfless. That's all it is, and she's so rare. Once, we were shopping for her sister's birthday present, and were looking at necklaces. I found the most special one - a little flower encased in glass. She bought it, and as when we were walking out of the shop, turned to me and said "Hold out your hand and close your eyes." She laughed with her wide eyed, wide grinned face. But it was nothing out of the ordinary.
I think she's wonderful, and I'm only existing on her peripheral. I wonder what it's like to be at the center of her.
2000-11-14, The most wonderful girl
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