But Now I Feel Like I Don't Know You.

Hey everybody. This post is dedicated to my dear friend Alan (I DO KNOW YOUR MIDDLE NAME BUT WILL NOT LET EVERYBODY ELSE KNOW IT COS I KNOW YOU'D BE MAD) West.

Song: Afterlife...AV7X (Avenged Sevenfold)

I've been promising Alan a post for just him for a while now. A pretty long while. Like, months. So here it is. When he (and you) least expected it.

Lemme tell you a little bit about my NPHS buddy Alan, a.k.a Adam West a.k.a. Weest. Maybe I'll satrt from the beginning. The very beginning...

Brain Eating Jerk to Beloved Bud: The Adam West Story

So, it was my third or second week of wandering the then-terrifying halls of North Port High School with no friends and no clue how to do this "high school" gig. While I was in theater, there was this kid that I'd noticed a couple times before. (One of those times was on the first day of school, I noticed him because of his Family Guy zombie brain eating tee.) I was like that kid's pretty cute but I don't know about him...he seems like a jerk. Then my thoughts were confirmed. He fell down the aisle in the theatre and dropped an f-bomb on the teacher. Oh yeah, definitely a jerk.

Then, a couple of weeks later, I realized that "The Jerk" -as I had labeled him in my head- was in my science class. He came and sat by me for some reason and I was kinda weirded out at first, but after we started talking a little bit, I thought he was cool. There was something I liked about this kid, who was no longer listed as "Jerk" in my book. A couple days later he came to Physical Science Honors with a bright-paper-covered shoebox (which would later become known as "gay Ms. Little"'s homework, that most of the time isn't done.) I looked inside and saw that there were pictures of some pretty awesome stuff, such as Paramore and Twilight. Like I said AWESOME. A guy who liked Paramore and Twilight. We were going to be friends.

After more talking and a chat room on a piece of paper in my science notebook talking about how Paramore was coming back from Mexico and cream cheese jalapeno taquitos from 7-11, we had become friends. We had some great times in science and theatre. Then came the day of the beginning of our new Physics Olympics. Alan had by then decided to steal me away from my FIRST PLACE science group, the Box War Frikkin Junkies, as he called them. He'd also decide that I'd have no say in the matter. ParaHotel was formed. That in itself was a chapter in our friendship-memories made, inside jokes formed, etc.

During our time being friends, I learned much about the very interesting "Weest". Like his almost-to-my-level-insane obession with Hayley Williams and Paramore. And that he works at the Boys and Girls club on Biscayne. There he does karate and from what I understand, he's pretty sweeto at it. Also that he unfortunatley got the red ring of death, probably from his NOT APPROVED BY MICROSOFT bag. One of the last things I learned was that he has a puppy who is a jerk. I was surprised to find this out.

In conclusion, I am a fail. I only ever had 6.5 quest points. Nobody gets that, and that's all good.

Well, that was my very long post about my very-missed friend, Alan. This is supposed to be my personal reflection about him. So here goes: Yeah, he swears a LOT, but that's okay, cos he's Alan. He's independent and does his own thing, and people love him for it. Even my friend Nica liked him, or so I'm told. I never want to lose contact with him, but if I do, I could never forget him, because he was one of the few good things that kept me sane in NPHS. I can't thank you enough for being a friend, Weest. Thanks. :)