dear jessops

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This is a little personal essay I wrote for my neighbour and best friend before I left for university. I'm not sure if readers will really understand the text as there are so many inside jokes and allusions, but I do know for sure that everyone can sympathize with moving away from a good friend and reflecting on the good times they shared together.

Submitted: May 11, 2011

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Sup Jessops?
It’s Saturday night, the night before I leave for Peterborough. But by the time you read this, I’ll be on the way to start this new chapter in my life. It’s crazy, isn’t it? I guess you can say it’s good timing though. I’m starting university, while you start high school. Yeah, yeah, I know, thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious. But seriously: we’re both going to be so busy with our new lives. I just hope you don’t forget about me ;)
Now you probably think I’m going to write about all the sappy things we’ve been through. But I don’t want to. I don’t want you to cry when you read this. I want you to feel happy. No one’s dying; let’s not make it seem so. In fact, whenever you feel sad and alone, just read this. You’re beautiful and I love you, and hopefully this letter can remind you of that.
I’m listening to a playlist I made of all of “our songs”. The ones that made us cry. The ones that made us laugh. All of the songs that meant something to us.
There are a lot from the Sims 2. Remember when you’d come over to my house every weekend and we’d play? Well, I would, and then you’d watch and help me make their decisions. And then you’d have your chance to shine whenever I ate dinner. Remember “This Conversation Is Over” by Acceptance? And it was in Simlish. And we’d sing along. And our college Sim doppelgangers would all smustle for hours and hours and we’d laugh and attempt to do the same moves. We found some good tunes from the Sims… Especially “Shark In The Water”. Ohhh man. I bet you we spent hundreds of hours playing the Sims. All three of them. You always wanted to make a new family, but then fell asleep on my floor while I edited every single detail of every person so carefully. Then you’d look around for your keys and say, “Well, I think it’s time for me to go,” and I’d always try to convince you not to leave. Thanks for being so patient with me. Especially when the phone would ring, and it’d be someone asking to speak with me. So I’d sit on my bed while you tried to impregnate all of my Sims and make sure they got the skills they needed for work. Thanks for being understanding when I’d talk to Nick [my boyfriend at the time] or Giulianna [my best friend from school]. And thanks for hanging up the phone for me when you knew neither Nick nor I would hang up. Otherwise, we would have talked all night.
Thanks for being there when I needed you. I don’t know what I’d do without you, honestly. Thanks for putting up with my bossiness and constant demand for bringing snacks. You always had the best food. Although maybe it was just the danger of it all. Like whenever we thought we heard someone coming, we’d both stop and stare at each other in fear. And you’d shove the bag of chips under the desk and I’d stop chewing. We were so rebellious. Thinking back now, why did we have to hide our food? LMAO. I don’t even know. Probably because Mitchell [my brother] always tattled on us. And then I’d get in trouble for leaving bag clips, bowls and spoons in my room. Yeah, thanks for that.
We got in trouble for so many things. Like when we were playing that weird tossing game from across my bed and you knocked over the ceramic puppy from my shelf. Then my mom came in telling us to settle down. We were way too hyper back then. Or when we’d be on webcam with Damien [our good buddy from across the ocean], dancing and performing for him. My mom always interrupted, telling us we were too loud and Mitchell was sleeping. Or when we’d suddenly wrestle (completely random) and my mom would come in and give us weird looks… then tell us to settle down.I only have to settle down when I’m with you… and you’re supposed to be the calm one!
Actually you’re more like the one who likes to expose her belly. It’s like you don’t even know how to wear a full shirt. But then again, I guess I don’t really know how to wear pants, so I shouldn’t be talking. Although… being pants-less was sure worth it. Swiss vanilla lotion leg massages anyone?
Do you remember when we’d chill in your basement way back when? Playing on your ancient computer and eating all of those Campino candies? And then I bought them and I kept them in a stash behind the speaker on my desk. And you’d always ask for one, but I had to be in a good mood to give them to you. And then you’d ALWAYS ask me to go get drinks. And I’d be too lazy so I’d try to reason with you: “After I get this level,” or “Let’s load the Sims first”. That definitely still happens, ahaha.
I remember the days when we’d have dance parties in my room. And I’d dance on my bed, Mitchell would flash the lights, and you’d sit on my chair choosing the music. And then we started making videos, and we watched those together recently… I don’t think we should talk about those. Let’s just agree that we were super weird kids. Although I’ll take credit for that. You’re probably weird thanks to me. LOL. It’s so crazy that we went from dressing up and playing all of these strange games to just chillinn’. But we definitely still party… aka YouTube music videos and Guitar Hero battles. Oh, and BOOGIE!
I added some songs to our playlist that we used to rock out to… such as “Burnin’ Up”, “Party In The USA”, “Pretty Rave Girl”, “Misery Business”… I could go on. And to be honest, I don’t even remember the Guitar Hero songs. I just know we’d sing our hearts out and run around jumping on couches and propping our legs up on tables… Oh wait, that was just me. You looked at the TV with intense focus and lounged on the couch with your legs wide open. ;) But it was always better when my whole family joined in on Rock Band. We’d all sing and it’d be awesome because we were so terrible. Now for Boogie… well let’s just say there were one too many instances we got out of hand. I can’t decide whether or not I liked singing or copying the dancers more. (By the way, it seems like dancing is a huge part of our lives. Haven’t you noticed that? Maybe because I’m half Spanish ;)) I always begged you to play Boogie, and then we’d have to move all of the furniture so we wouldn’t knock anything over. We did anyways. Our dance moves got really sexual sometimes, too... Thanks for being so entertaining.
Jessops, I’m like 956496% sure I will never find a friend as amazing as you. You’ve had to put up with so many of my “emotions” and “situations” and you’ve dealt with them so well. Now I don’t want to toot my own horn, but if you can put up with me, you’ll be able to put up with so much in your new high school life. Wow. I still can’t get over the fact that you’re going to high school. It feels like my baby bird is leaving the nest and I’m just left with uneaten worms. You’re the best baby bird ever. (Note: I probably sound like I’m on drugs right now, but it’s just late and I don’t know if I feel like crying or laughing. So bear with me.) You’re such a good friend to everyone; high school will be a breeze for you. Plus you’re smart and you have your priorities straight. Don’t worry about not knowing what courses to take. Just do what you love, and the rest will come together by itself. Don’t spend too much time studying, it’s not worth it. Don’t get me wrong though, school work is important, but don’t stress yourself over it too much. You’re only in high school for four years (typically), and every year goes by faster than the last. So go out and make memories.
Use protection. Don’t be a slut. Make sure you’re ready. Beware of boys. Don’t get too caught up in drama. But even if you don’t take any of my advice, it’s fine. Because making mistakes are what make you a better person each and every day. You’ll have so many decisions to make, and I’m not going to lecture you on doing the “right thing”, because that’s what all the teachers and parents will say. High school won’t go at all like you expect, I’m telling you this now. You don’t need to take it TOO seriously. Enjoy yourself. Make friends. Kiss boys. Get in trouble. Take risks. This is all so disorganized because high school was so crazy for me, and I’m definitely not an expert. But I overworked myself to the point where I could barely handle it, and kinda burnt myself out. I don’t want that to happen to you. So yeah… uhh… take it easy.
It’ll be weird not going to each other’s houses whenever we want, but we’ll both be busy anyways. I’ll let you know when I come back home, and maybe you can even visit me in my rez one day.
I’m going to miss you so much, but I know you’ll be alright. I’m only a phone call, or an email, text, IM, facebook comment away, so if you ever want to talk, I’m here. I’ll always be here. Don’t ever forget that.
I hope that in ten years from now, when I have six children and you’ll be living in a bachelorette pad in the city, we’re still best buds who play Boogie and drink lots of alcohol as we reminisce on the past. I’m pretty sure that’s what will happen. Maybe we’ll even be famous because the guys from 3Oh!3 will hear our music and want to collaborate. And everyone will wear Sammops [our band] t-shirts and blast our songs on their crazy high tech music players. But I’ll teach and you’ll nurse in our spare time!
I LOVE YOU!
Good luck with everything. I hope you’re happy J
Love always,
The Samster!


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