So quite awhile ago (like during the summer) I blogged about my best friends.
However, I did not blog about one of them. It was probably because I couldn't think of anything nice to say at the time, but I think it was mostly because this person is really special to me and I didn't want to blog about them until I could really say something great about them.
I don't think I could ever really say something great enough to do this person justice but I will at least try to be sort of nice.
WARNING: This is about Bobbie.
Let's begin with this picture.
Classic Bobbie.
No, Bobbie does not paint his fingernails sparkley pink on a daily basis, but this is not why this picture epitomizes Bobbie.
Let's ask why Bobbie's fingernails are painted pink. Why?
Well it is because I told him to paint them pink and after much whining he did.
It also helped that I got Sean to agree to paint his nails too, yet Bobbie did not know that Sean's would be green not pink. Also, There are pictures of this occasion on the internet that Bobbie is publicly tagged in. So why does this epitomize Bobbie? He is just such a "Happy Guy", as he would say, and I honestly don't know why he does what I say. But he does and that is just part of our friendship, I tell Bobbie to do things and he refuses and shakes his head but eventually caves in and agrees to do what I say. But don't think Bobbie is a pushover. He isn't and only I am allowed to bully him. So don't get any ideas.
Ah, here we have another prime example of our friendship.
Originally this was supposed to be a cute smiley picture of Bobbie and I.
But no he hit my head and so this is the result.
Yet, we did get a cute smiley picture after.
But I like this one more.
I feel that it better represents our friendship.
Bobbie usually does dumb stuff or improperly fulfills my ridiculous commands and I just make fun of him.
Also, I feel that it is relevant to mention why I call Bobbie, Bobbie.
Well his real name is Robert.
And when I first "met" him I told him that I though his name was ugly and that I was going to call him Bobbie. Of course he said no. But did that stop me? No. Almost 2 years later that is all I call him and he responds. It is also important to note that I have probably known Bobbie since Sophomore year of High School, however, I did not even know who he was at that time. He claims that we had Honors English together. I still don't remember this. But it wasn't until we both had IB English together that I was more able to identify who he was but even then, we weren't friends. It wasn't until the end of Junior year when I sat next to him in TOK that we became friends. I thought he was the weirdest and he was. But he didn't like me because I was a Cheerleader. But you should have seen him back then. Glasses, weird hair, poorly dressed, ugly shoes. He changed a lot since then. My goal at the time was to help him to not be weird since I thought I was the coolest (which was a false assumption) but slowly Bobbie started to change and I am not going to give myself any credit for that. But Bobbie and I eventually became close friends. I think this is partially a product of me constantly forcing him to sit by me and asking him lots of questions and telling him all kinds of random stories. Nonetheless, I am glad all of this happened. Bobbie is pretty A+ despite how strange he is. I have come to accept all his weird mannerisms though. I can't explain them to you. But as I write this in my head I am replaying all of the random Skype conversations that we have had and thinking of the countless weird faces he makes and weird ways he relates things and am laughing.
Bobbie is a great person and if you are lucky enough to go to BYU with him, be mean to him for me. I mean I am not there so someone has to. I really care about Bobbie he is always there for me, there are times I have called him in total freak out mode and he has listened to me and comforted me even though I am sure he had lots of homework to do or would have rather been hanging out with his crazy roommates. He may not be the greatest at giving advice but we learned in TOK that that is never what girls want, so I am thankful for having him there to listen to me. He doesn't judge. Even though it is kind of creepy, I even find it kind of sweet that he Facebook creeps on me to the max to the point that he knows what parties I am going to and with who. I guess that means he cares and I should consider myself a lucky that he does. I will miss this kid so much when he leaves me soon for a two year mission. A few days ago I saw him and that could have very well been the last time I will see him in person until he gets back from wherever he goes on his mission. It was very sad. I teared up a bit, but of course didn't let him see. I don't like to let him know he means a lot to me. But I guess after he reads this he will know that he does.
Dear Bobbie,
You suck. I hope that you learn to stop shaking your head at people on your mission. Too much ramen is bad for you, and so are twinkies. Fatty. Regardless, I am proud of you for dressing better you even got new shoes that are cute, impressive. I swear if you fail to write me on your mission bad things will happen adn I dont care if you claim that I will never be able to hurt/kill you. You are my BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF, just so you know. Sorry this took forever for me to write. I saved the best for last.
Love,
Dani
