MY YOUGOOGOOLEE
I had a life, I lived it, it's gone now. The fact that I died in that freak teeter-totter accident does not at all change the fact that up until the very moment where that renegade elephant(having escaped from Brookfield Zoo) sat on my eight year old cousin Ben(who was sitting opposite the teeter totter from me), thereby squishing him and catapulting me hundreds upon hundreds of feet into the air, where I was caught, carried, and thrown by a flock of seagulls into the jet engine of a Southwest commercial flight plane, only to be scattered all about O'Hare airport, I did, in fact, live a life.
In my life, I didn't do anything completely remarkable (unless you really fancy homework, doodles, and messy rooms), but I wanted to. Most people knew not of what I had accomplished (not much), but what I was always trying to accomplish with my many ventures of acting, writing, music, and various stupid performances. They knew not the results(because there were yet to be any), but the steps I was constantly taking to move towards those goals...eventually.
Well, those steps are more like an eternal stairmaster now, I guess.
It wasn't really important to me, though. You know, that I hadn't accomplished much. Because what people knew me for was not what I had done but the person I was everyday. The kind of friend I was. People took importance in my life, rather than things. I was the person you'd call at 3:00 am, freaking out about something.
Well, maybe not the only person you'd call. But probably the only one to answer and stay on the phone with you.
Granted, I was not completely selfless, or whatever. There were plenty of things I did for myself to make me happy. What with music or poetry or reading or eating an entire block of cheddar or other various things not mentionable in a school blog.
But, on a whole, on a "day to day" basis, I really believe that I lived my life in a way that showed the people I loved that I loved them. Wether it was trying to make them laugh, or helping them to cry, I was really there. And hopefully really remembered for that.
And not, well, you know...the whole "elephant thing".
Anne was amazing. She was a beautiful person, and I would be able to see that even if I wasn't such a close friend of hers. She was modest, although it was widely known how talented she was, especially when it came to writing. However, she also excelled in completing homework, composing spectacular doodles, and maintaining the messiest room on the South Side. She made many impacts on the world when she was still here, and I am so proud to say that she will continue to do so even now. Her death was a main factor in the development of the PGW (Pachyderms Gone Wild), a much needed international organization created to address the growing violence of animals such as the elephant that caused her to leave us. Annie, if you can hear me, I will miss you always. You will forever be my anti-brick.
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