My friend Sara...

It amazes me to think how different my friend, Sara and I are. Sara is easily beguiled, sucked into fads and trends. I try to stay away from the demon that is pop culture unless I can find some value in it (Like Spongebob.). How we've manage to stay best friends for nearly ten years is a mystery even Agatha Christie couldn't solve.
It would appear on the surface we don't have anything in common: Sara plasters her room with pictures of Chad Michael Murray (Barf.) and watches shows like Smallville (Barf barf.). My room is decorated in Toy Story paraphernalia and I try to watch as much animation as possible. I read, she doesn't (Not for pleasure anyway.). She'll probably stay in this town for the rest of her life, and I've been planning my exit since sixth grade. I had to force her to watch 'My Fair Lady'; likewise, she did the same for me with 'Sky High.' (Who wants to play gouge their eyes out?)
But when we're together, we have some great times. Maybe its opposites attract. Maybe we just click. But we have a solid friendship that even her mother can't break (In the words of Ron White, comedic master: She hates my guuuuuuuuuuuuts. And I can't wait for her to diiiiiiiiiiiiie.).
We've been through rough times, rougher times, and the best of times. I don't think I could have survived half of the things I did without Sara. It's weird looking back at old photos of us. In most of them it seems like we haven't changed at all.