I stand before you all today, in the presence of Madison’s closest family and friends, as one of the possibly considered 3 best girlfriends that Madison herself has.
—For the record, this number and the list selected has been determined when just the other night, al 3 of us were summoned via phone call after an Emergency realization of self post month and a half long contemplation
*Boy problems*
- I was considering the last to be called, there’s a clear order of favoritism
However, not for in the defense of special the cosmic sciences, a reasonable explanation lies within the ranking.
While friends fondly glance and stay attentive giving the universe 1 I’ve probably never given a speech, which is probably for the best, considering how scattered my thoughts are and how fast I talk. When I imagined this one, in my head all the relatives have a bad sense of humor and laugh at my poor stand up remarks.
2) Gratitude for the blessing that is this birthday girl, but to be honest if no one farts audibly and under 9 people are on phones I’ll be perfectly satisfied.
For the short time I’ve known Madison, she’s gotten to see herself, exactly all the things that make Sagittarii to Libra, or perhaps, just me to my own unconventionality
#3 Best Friends.
I have always remained all throughout my childhood, unyieldingly the unconventional best friend.
Not only do half taiwanese half caucasians hardly appear as maid’s of Honor’s or cast as Lndon Tipton’s to a leading Ashley Tisdale, her speaking on behalf of myself and this rare population—barely are to expected of having obnoxious [?] signed personalities, anywhere anything except for practicing piano/violin on a Sunday—
possibly swimming/sailing as well, my name’s Marina for god sakes, and perhaps most importantly [relevantly], taking anything other than an AP Science my sophomore year of high school [at this point, if you haven’t picked up, these are (racist) jokes, referencing my underachievements in academic/extracurriculars seeing as I’m yellow and almond eyed]
Yet somehow, along my quest to find planks constant, Which see I disco a friendship which has proven everchanging was discovered.
it is simply know as, astrology. not ONLY are dear Leeanne and Reese fellow Libra’s to Madison, But the account that Reese is an October Libra (25th) while Leeanne remains September born (28th) furthered Reese to be, you know it, the winner of 1st facetime of the trio
*Bonus she won a cri*
Because as we all know, October belongs to Phoebe ((for those of you who are just here for the cake, she likes fall and fright nights))
Seeing though, I was last to be called, over an hour later post predicament, it is only logical, that I be the Sagittarius.
[*Possible brief relationship between decript]
Always tardy, we tend to be not always a best [?] for venting support, seeing as or rather blunt that that boy is not cute enough for you to be crying over.
SO having come to this conclusion of natural selection at the stars occurring in the integrals of even [?] friendships, I’m going to do what us centauric-archers are known to be best at, and that is talking about ourselves.
As I mentioned before, traits of awkwardly unnurturing, borderline badly supportive [?] are not uncommon to my sign.
In the many moments of my presence during Phoebe’s [?], my best most referenced seems to always be me yelling at her while she laughed between sobs at my “enthusiastic” attempt of self motivated regain of security in confidence within a relationship at the time.
Another flaw, quite fatal might I add, being my common unorganization/carelessness in the forms of household messiness + misplacement of objects, EVEN misspelling of her name for the [?] first entire month of knowing her. *Pheobe.
Further Adding further explanation/context to my last BFF Brownie point loss is my complete and utter unawareness of your discomfort in times of seriousness. [*let this be my moment of apology for all the times you’ve looked into [?] unshelfed pantry]
But the biggest brattiest pet peeves I’ve believed Madison has experienced of all her dreaded moments spent with me, my worst habit must be, the one and only, famous only child selfishness.
Yes, my lack of sharing, from the bag of dark chocolate pretzels to what exactly I am laughing to myself about while remaining refused to tell you, proves to be my all around most complained about mannerism of them all.
It is exactly due to this trait I find myself calling you, Phoebe, the most sister-like figure I have yet to have in my life. Because despite my siblingless, astrologically engrained, divorcee’s kid reinforced protectiveness of my things, I have found myself sharing more of myself than ever with dear Madison.
With her, reluctantly Reluctancy and hesitance seemed to disappear into forests of my mind as I ceased to leave breadcrumb trails of caution [?] while having expressed and sahred the ideas of our worlds that boil my brain, cooking not hansel nor gretal nor witch, purely creation of self stimulus.
It is not the discomfort I have in presenting to her opportunities of a college essay prompt, aesthetic alter ego successful social solutions , nor even new friendships that amaze the galaxy of my zodiac stereotype breakthrough,
but my enthusiasm and seek of success in doing so with everything we seem to share.
The past year of collaborative ideas, outfits, experiences, and efforts, has grown and been nurtured into a bond I find myself more rooted in everyday. These investments we have made in each others interests, worries, and improvements have only strengthened our friendship, but truly also ourselves.
So I end, the most headass speech that you could ever give at your best friends 18th birthday party, not having bragged about the many beloved strong suites I could pointlessly list about Madison, but rather a single compliment to my found _____, inspired by her. A toast, to Phoebe—I couldn’t be any less proud to know your extraordinary.