I scratched my head. not in a way to think about something but because it itched. and my fingernail was rough and it pricked me a bit and it hurt. and i thought to myself, well now you’ve gone and done it Adam, not only were you worthless and lazy today but then you draw blood on your face. fool. Anyway, it didn’t take long for me to get back to what I was trying to do online, which was talk to my BAP. P was discussing New Years with me, B was helping me come up with a topic for my latest Xanga and then suddenly she hit me with a good topic. Beth. i was going to play Jay-Z (one of the hip-hop songs on my computer) but i decided against it when Billy Joels scene from an Italian Restaurant came on. You see, not only is Beth one of my best friends, but she will ALWAYS be one of my best friends. It’s like, we met in a dorm room, bonded over Christina, we grew attached discussing stolen Spanish books in a hallway and we tied the knot of BFF (that’s right i said it) when she cried for me as I left the dorms. That’s when I knew it was real. If you haven’t seen Beth then you don’t know beauty. She’s the definition of it. I can’t get enough of her dancing and her smile. I think that’s what does it for me. Her smile. It’s perfect. As my dad says “She could be a porn star”, but I think she’d make a better fly girl. Also, have you ever seen someone make ty-dye pants look so good? I haven’t. I know what’s up, and what’s up is the heat when Beth is around. It’s like she walked into my life and my cold bitter sarcastic personality melted. Thanks Beth for making me smile.