What is a friend?

"Lean on me, when you're not strong, and I'll be your friend..."

One of the many things a friend is good for, being there for you when you simply can't handle all that life stuff. So, I can count on my friends to save my ass when I've been used and dumped and parentally abused and forgotten, to hold my hand and reassure me that they'll always love me, even if I won't have much of a life, and will never achieve my dreams and will always take more than I give, in the end. And, you can always count on me to choose the most cliche lyrics and write some disgustingly emotional crap, in that "feel sorry for me" way, but really, I'm just saying it how it is, or atleast how I see it, and feeling sicker by the click.

Fortunately, this little post is not some curdled story of despair and love and whatever depressing things I ponder on a daily basis. I'm here to discuss friends, and what they really are.

What is a friend? No, really, think hard young warrior, what in the world is a friend? To me, friends come in all shapes and sizes, with all kinds of smiles and frowns and intricate ways of showing emotion from slight twitches in the lip region, to running to you and balling their eyes out, weeping for help, to giant hugs and lots and lots of loud love.

Personally, I like every kind of friend, but the kind that I care for most is what I like to call, the rare species, the biffle. I have a few of these amazing specimens hanging around with hands of steal and hearts of gold. And they're all different.

There's the most amazing of them all, whom I haven't spoken to for the better part of 6 months. I wouldn't trade her for ANYTHING in the world, though she'd probably swap me for an irish tap dancing elephant in a heartbeat, though she might be a little sad afterwards. She is absolutely unique in everyway and I love her to bits. But, what makes her a friend? Is it that we've known eachother for so long? Or that we could say anything at anytime about whatever the bloodyhell we like and not think it ridiculous or awkward but cherish it in the pits of our charcole souls? Or maybe it's the way that, I would kill almost anyone, take whatever sized risk necessary, do ANYTHING, just to see her giggle for even a second, and it pleases me more than I can admit to be the one helping her recover from whatever it is that's upset her at any time. I think that, even though we hardly see eachother, or talk, she'll always be everything and more, in my eyes.

Shortly after comes my FANTASTIC morganmuffel. The german princess of being amazing and witty and an all-round sexmonster. If I was an appropriate man of the hot description, with perfect shoulders and sideways smile and angelic-like loving style, I would take her as mine, and love her forever and ever. She deserves only the best, but instead she has me and the rest of the cohort and is perfectly content, which is admirable. Her talent and happiness and love is so so beautiful, and if it weren't for her I'd probably be hunched in a lonely corner smushing my face with my hands and wondering when life got so shit and no one was there to pull me back to my feet.

With her comes her lovely accomplice Mr Patrick Star, who does not sies to amaze me with every word he utters, or writes or THINKS even. He is also fantastic and heck, I wouldn't be me without my newly learned skill in third wheeling and double dating, with aid from LBT3 and Fawlty Towers.

One of my most favourite people in the world, though, would have to be miss Pitt. All I have to do is see her, and instantly my heart will jizz in excitement. (Ok, this has gone on far to long, as of this moment I solemnly swear I will NOT, repeat NOT use jizzing in a description of something, which before described, was utterly innocent... amen?) What I mean is, she rocks my world, and she gets me like no mortal could. She's pretty much ace and if I didn't have a chicka like that to randomly mock me, and fiddle with important reciepts, and buy me things, and spend all my money, and get fat with, I would feel very much brotherless. So, thus, friends are like the family you weren't lucky enough to be born into, only a bit "hipper" and less old.

Another champion deserving top spot on this list, but I KNEW he wouldn't be offended at being down here, is my friend and pact holder, smallballs.
He's alright, that smallwood kid. He's the funniest person I've ever met, INCLUDING chalwell :O, despite his lack of puns and apparent annorexia-figure, he is SO FANTASTIC. And, he knows it, and he knows I know it, and that I value him more than any boytoy, I mean, boyfriend, or their brother, or whomever he may have had unsettling relationships with. Point is, he's top shit, and you should all know, that if you say anything about him that I don't like, I'll rip your balls off, kthxbai.

There's someone else, whom I feel somewhat obliged to mention, though I don't see much of her nowadays, she used to be my BEST FRIEND. And now, we're still friends, and still catch up on old times, but I guess nothings ever the same as it was when you're 12/13/14. Her, my ex and I were pretty much, the greatest friends in existance, and one day, we slept in a park and... yeah. Ok, so my point here is that, even though my mum isn't so loving towards her, and we hardly ever see eachother, and I'm not really at the top of her priorities anymore, I still love her as a biffle, and she'll always have a clean cut place in my heart.

To finish off, I give you, this fantabulous boy who I have most of my classes with this year. Actually, nearly every class. He's amazing, little does he know. And I definately consider him a biffle. I didn't see him practically all holidays, and I regret that. Whenever I see him, we managed to sing our hearts out for a little bit, which happens to be my favourite thing in the world to do, ever. And there's something about him that makes me sing better, for some reason, and it's just, well, beautiful. We talk about everything and anything, I can trust him with my life, although, weather I would is debatable, and he's rightly deserving of his biffle title :).

I think a friend is someone special, who you don't have to smile sweetly and politely at all the time, and who doesn't care if you fart while sitting on their lap, and who will always love you a little, as you'll always love them. And, there's a few people who aren't my biffles, but definately deserve a mention.

A girl, who I don't know very well, but is insanely easy to talk to, and so, so nice. She's a talented blog writer, video editor, facebookstatus updater, and a fantastic friend. I know that if I was in strife, she'd be there for me, even just a little :), as i'd be there for her.
A boy, who sometimes, actually, most of the time, completely confuses me. Who made me that little bit happier when I was down, and that's what friends are for, right? I'll always instinctively flicker my expression to that unsure sideways smile, when your name is mentioned, as a flutter of guilt and unfinished business waves accross my face. I'm sorry, and even if I say that a million times, it won't change a thing.
A young woman, who's russian ways compell me. She is stunningly gorgeous and overwhelmingly loving. Though, she doesn't like people to touch her hands, I show my love in other ways ;) She is one of this girls who is just down right decent, and I love her for it.
A young man, who is so, so shy, and so sweet, yet obsessively immature. I love seeing him and greeting him with our *scissor fingers*. He is someone that I understand and appreciate and the best friendly friend.
A little girl, who I used to hate, and once had romantic feelings for, and now I love like a sister. She is always well dressed and made up, with sweet hugs galore and for some reason or other, finds my jokes amusing! woah. She is sweet, though people may thing she's an ice-queen bitch.
A little boy, who I haven't know for long, but I feel like we get on only too well. He's sweet and lovely and caring and oodles of fun, and sometimes I don't know what I'd do without him. Though, I do know what I did without him, for that little while, and I'm not sure I ever want to revisit that. But I probably will, and with a little help from my friends, I'll stay strong and alive. Whatever happens, happens. But, my blublerry blast buddy, whatever does happen, you'll atleast be the rockin-est friend. Oh, and ilys :)

I think I've established what friends are, and pat-on-the-back to those who got a mention. And whoever didn't, I obviously love you enough to add you on facebook, and allow you to click a link to read this, so kudos to you ;P.

So, to end this... thing, which I call a blog, I've got some questions;

Is a friend...
Someone who draws a picture of you and her, crying and eating nutella and thinking about your ex-lover, all in french, to show in some way, that they care?
Someone who buys you ice cream and frozen pudding to help ease the pain?
Someone who uses you, only for you to realise that you'd just been used, as they intended to throw you a way shortly after?
Someone who subconciously flaunts their love in your face, just when you'd lost yours?
Someone who listens to you drawl on about how happy a certain sweetie made you with open ears, even with their pressing relationship problems and urging jealousy?
Someone who hugs you till your love handles turn blue and you're face is red with joy?
Someone who reads your blogs and leaves a fruitifully abusive comment at the fact that they weren't mentioned, or alternately, leaves an enthralled comment at the fact that they were mentioned, but argues that you mean a lot more to them than they could ever mean to you?