Just saw the "any good stories" bit, so I'll elaborate a bit on some of the above (and other things)...

- Sus (cousin) and I would spend some nights in Masterton at the end of her driveway, sitting on the side of the road, talking about absolutely everything. She's one of the few people in this world that I can be 100% myself around at all times. With her, I'm an open book - in fact, she was the first person I could be that kind of open with, I'd say. We would talk our thoughts without having to bother thinking about whether or not it's right to say it. I can't wait to do it again someday when I get back to NZ!

- Every Saturday when I was 16 after working at the timber yard I would head over to Binda's place and we would just do whatever. She was closest and somewhat on the way home. On many occasions I would be absolutely knackered so would just talk with Binda about life, music, whatever until I fell asleep. Sometimes we just wouldn't bother talking at all.

- In the last year of high school, Mia and would study a fair bit together and often we would go to her horse and see how he was doing and whatever. Generally it always involved her driving us to wherever, listening to music, discussing life, whatever.

- Nicky and I really bonded closer to the end of high school and perhaps after high school, when she became someone I could really call one of my best friends. The best and most enjoyable times were always when we met up at West City (I think that's what it's called? Wow, my memory is balls), eating random food, feeding seagulls, hissing at children and talking in incredibly terrible accents. It's been so long since then, but I can't help but feel it will be instinctive to be just as silly when we next meet. I can see Nicky rolling her eyes already...

- Singing 5ive, Lion King, Righteous Brothers and R. Kelly songs with Dan. There is nobody I would rather do karaoke with more than that wonderful bastard. To be fair I could probably make a seperate list of everything that Dan and I managed to do but for me the lasting memory of me and Dan hanging out will always involve singing, be it to the meerkats at the zoo or...

- Dan, Danielle, Elly, Rory and myself - drunk, walking down Marionville Road towards our flat after a night out seeing Rhys Darby (this pre-dates Flight of the Conchords, we're that cool) and spontaneously starting to sing Bohemian Rhapsody. It was amazing. We were those roudy drunk wankers who kept people awake as they walked home at around 1-2am on a weeknight. We were out of tune, we got some lines buggered up, we were definitely loud enough to annoy people despite their windows being closed. I would have hated us had I not known us. It was beautiful.

- Walking with Jess in the rain when she wanted a cigarette and I wanted to get away from the group atmosphere during the August 2008 thing. It wasn't the best of times, admittedly, but there was something really nice about walking in the rain with a friend without really giving two trouts about the weather.

- Hugging Levian on Princes Street. So much love <3

- Just six days ago at around this time (well, maybe a few hours earlier) Tara and I planned to climb Arthur's Seat, but early on the trek we got to the ruins and just sat down to catch a bit of breath and take in the view. In the end, we sat/lay there in gorgeous sun with the perfect breeze coming on to us for a good hour or so, talking about stuff, things and whatever else. In retrospect, despite that stupid glaring light that came off some random window or whatever, we probably should have just stayed there instead of attempting to get to the top (and subsequently going all the way around instead).

Dammit, now I miss all my amazing friends. THANKS A LOT FORMY.