  Well, it is Lent Adrienne likes to quote the bible a lot. Not aloud, but whenever she write things to me (emails, notes, things like that) she give me the most obscure, weird passages. At first I honestly thought she was just opening the Bible to a random page and writing whatever she saw.
And I’m still only fifty percent sure that the passages are meant to be significant. I borrowed a book from her, in which she left a note and a verse about pride. I responded with this: “A geek is a guy who has everything going for him, but he's just too young. By contrast, a nerd will be a nerd all of his life.” John Hughes is my Jesus! ------------------------------------ Yes, I have succome to the power of the faith.
Maybe it’s just so routinous for me, but I had to give something up for Lent. I choose Peanut Butter. For those keeping score, it has been a week and a day of a peanut-butterless life. It is awful. Meghan gave up TV, and I laughed. A: So like, how long have you gone without TRL, Two of a Kind, and The OC? M: What time is it? A: 10:15 M: Three hours and fifteen minuets . I think if there is one thing I feel guilty about, it’s Meg. It’s so evident here in my blog; I never consider her. And I suppose friendship is a two-way street, but I am doing far less than I should. I can’t stand that she listens to hip hop and obsesses about her wardrobe. But she has absolutely been there for me during the worst of my worst times.
She has witnessed nearly every milestone of my life, wiped away my tears when I’ve suffered extreme loss, and inspired me to succeed. We have strayed from mutual understanding to cattiness, and then from cattiness to indifference. The thing about Meg is that I have always envied her. She isn’t very smart, not talented. But she is gorgeous and everything I wanted to look like for most of my life.
Blonde and petite instead of black-haired and lanky. She was soft-spoken and “cute” whereas I was talkative, assertive, and liked to be heard. I remember going with her family to the Videos store on Friday-sleepovers and people asking us if we were sister. I, of course, was assumed to be the older one. -------------------------------------------- My deep, dark secret (ahem): I want to wrestle someone. Anyone. I have no idea why this urge has taken over me. I don’t understand why this desire flows through my body. I want to wrestle. It’s an animalistic urge. Like in The Lion King when Nala and Simba “pin” each other. I want that. I keep thinking about when they are grown-up lions and they realize that they are in love. But, really, just a decent wrestling match will do. Affectionately… Anna 
