For Nita
In grade seven I had the good fortune of meeting a strange, yet happy girl with pale blonde hair by the name of Janita. I don't remember much of her in grade seven because we found our way into different social groups I do remember, however, the very first time we were introduced was under a tree in front of Avalon where everyone was crowding around her looking at her big book of Sailor moon cards. In grade nine, we finally became friends and from there we developed a deeper friendship that has been very dear to me.In the years that I've known her, we've had our share of fun (and stupidity), we've shared our complaints, disagreements, bad teachers ( well...namely one),our rants and more recently, our tears. Nita is one of the very few people that I am completely honest with because I'm not afraid that she'll judge me. I can always count on her for a "Oh Colbeeert".
Nita, I can't promise that I can _always_ be there, you know, with the whole mortal coil business and such. I don't think anyone can make such a promise. But my _intention_ is to always be there if you need. I'll always care, and I'll always love you. =)
posted by Joyce @ 10:36 PM
4 Comments:
Awww....
*tear*
Love you, too.
so can you tell me what is a mortal coil? there's this breakfast restaurant in calgary with this name and my sister and i bust up every time we think of it cuz all we can think of is this really massive spiral of shit floating unflushed in a toilet...a mortal coil indeed. sorry to give you a nasty mental image, especially if it means pretty or something.
hi chad!
in hamlet's "to be or not to be" soliloquy, he says - "for in that sleep of death, what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the
respect that makes calamity of so long life"
basically it's just human failings and mistakes and such. what an odd name for a restaurant. ^_^
Hmmm....did I happen to share that bad teacher as well? in grade 9?
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