Kris has gone. She has left me to my own devices. This is not new. This is old news. HOWEVER. On the directions of my good (haha) friend, Steve, I am going to write a little entry for her. And for all those other nasty people who have gone and left me. So. Let's start with the Krisp.
I met Kris about eight years ago, at our old school. During that time, she was not able to speak a word of competent English. I still find this amusing. However, we did not become friends at this point. I was too weird, and she was too... Russian. This was soon to change. Our friend, Sadie, had a swimming party. Unbeknownst to us, Kris could not swim (how were we to know? She couldn't tell us, she couldn't speak bloody English). She was encouraged to join us on one of those cool floaty mat thingys. It all happened in a rush, the mat got tipped over, and we all splattered into the water, dragging everyone else under too. It was all fun and games for a moment, as we struggled to reach the surface. Just as I reached the top, something grabbed my head, and pushed me back under. It sat on my head. Was I shocked? UM, JUST A BIT. Have you had that feeling when you really need some air, and you are so relieved because you are just about to be able to take in some, and you go to take a breath, and you CAN'T. Worst feeling in the world, that. So I push up, and I push to try to get rid of this dead weight on my head, and it's holding on to my hair, and grabbing, with such force that can only be applied when you are really, properly scared, and I can't get rid of it. I can't get it off my head. I thought I was going to die. And suddenly, the weight is gone. I float to the surface. I can breathe. And there is Kris, holding on to the floaty mat, crying her eyes out. I can't remember anything else, except for about ten minutes later, when her and I are sitting on the edge of the pool, in absolute silence. And that, my dear friends, is what they call, that. We were friends after that. Peculiar.
Well, I say friends. In actual fact, her and Sadie basically bullied me for about two years. YOU RUINED MY LIFE blah blah blah. Actually, I can't ever remember being particularly upset by this. So, we had trips to London, we annoyed each other, we got mistaken for sisters, and as soon as I was able to at last get rid of her, she followed me to SWPs. Great. And we still have trips to London, we still annoy each other, we still get mistaken for sisters. I guess time doesn't actually change everything.
My favourite thing about Kris: This has to be the fact that we ALWAYS know what the other is talking about. For instance, on the phone to her once, I said 'Forweehsss sham acky aht?' meaning 'What time shall we meet?'. She said 'How about one o'clock?'. That was a scary moment. She also is a very weird person, and can make me laugh at ENTIRELY the wrong moments. Damn you, you spacky Chinese girl.
The worst thing about Kris. HER TASTE IN MUSIC. Oh my GOD. It makes me want to shoot myself in the heart, and then tie my ears to the door handles. FOR GOD'S SAKE, IT'S NOT EVEN MUSIC, MOST OF IT. Sorry. I'm sorry. I had to let that out.
My favourite Kris memory has to be that entire week when she stayed over at my house. That was the best time EVER. Oh the scrap book. Oh the memories. Oh my Lord, that was so much fun. Wait, I keep remembering all the stupid stuff we do. Hahahahahaha.
Well, all there is left to say is: Kris, you are a spacker, and I hate your guts. But the rest of you is ok.
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