Alright you guys, it's time. I, Colleen Courtney Sullivan, am going to get serious for a minute. Ok who am I kidding? This is me we're talking about. And I spend the majority of my time thinking about Doritos, the most inappropriate place I can take a cardboard cutout to, and what ridiculous thing I can say next that will leave a stranger at a complete loss for words. Well, in my defense I don't actually think of what I can say, I don't think at all. I say whatever comes to my mind.
Just ask the poor cashier at Ralph's. Last night my best friend had the grand idea of walking to the grocery store to buy Mac & Cheese (screw you Sponge Bob macaroni), cookies and whatever our little hearts desired. I went straight for the Oreos, because I'm only human. I couldn't decide between Double Stuffed Oreos (my one true love) and the new exotic Birthday Cake Oreos. Being the reasonable person that I am I bought them both. As we we're checking out the cashier says "Oh I like Oreos. I like the regular ones the best though." To which I respond "Oh I'm all about Double Stuffed Oreos. I like to be double stuffed sometimes." The man looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights. My friend laughs (a lot), shakes her head and says "I apologize for my friend." As we're walking away I look at her and say "I like to be double stuffed? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! It just came out." Which only made her laugh even harder. But she is one of my best friends so she gets me. Which brings me to the point of this post. FRIENDS. True friends. Let me explain.
Friendship can be a funny thing because it can come as quickly as it goes. But it's still a constant in your life no matter what. Whether you're making new friendships, ending friendships, working on friendships, repairing friendships or enjoying friendships, they're always going to be there. Sometimes you can have a solid friendship for years and then find out you never really knew that person. At least not the way you thought you did. Or maybe you're one of the lucky few people who have a best friend you've known your whole life. And you know that no matter the distance, or how hectic and busy life gets at times, they're always going to be there for you. I'm thankful to be able to include myself in this group.
Then there's friendships I've found in Los Angeles. Finding friends in LA can be a tricky thing. Let me rephrase that. Finding TRUE friends in LA can be difficult. I've gone through more friendships than I can count in the 2 years that I've lived here. Some had horrid endings, others I simply fell out of touch with people for no particular reason. But each one has impacted my life in some way. It's almost strange how a single person can change your life so much. I don't regret a single experience or friendship I've had since moving here. As cheesy as it sounds, they made me who I am today. And you know what? I like who I am today. I went through a rough period of time when I didn't like myself. I didn't like who I was becoming. But by the grace of God I never completely lost myself. I've seen that a lot in this town. It's so easy to lose yourself in this city because there's so much out there: fame, money, celebrities, power, and success, just to name a few. To be clear, there's absolutely nothing wrong with any of these things. But it can become a problem when you allow yourself to get lost in it.
They say it takes at least a year for a place to really feel like home. I couldn't agree more. Which is why year 2 is when I really hit my stride. I actually know what I'm doing with my life, I have goals I'm working towards and I've met a lot of amazing people. And I've met some of my best friends, who are just like me, in the sense that they don't give a shit what people think about them. In a city that's consumed with their egos, pride, and reputation, you can imagine my urge to buy each one of my friends a miniature horse to express my happiness and thankfulness that we found each other. I'm hoping in the next 1-3 years I'll be able to afford to purchase miniature horses for each one of my friends. Pony Parties are legit. If I never make enough money to buy everyone mini horses, I'll at least buy a massive slip-n-slide, take it up to the Hollywood sign and let everyone go ape shit. Because that's what my friends deserve. Speaking of my friends, I'd like to introduce you to a some of them.
Let's talk about Charity shall we? Charity is my spirit animal. She's like a funnier, more bad ass version of me, with free styling rap skills that would make Eminem run and hide under a table like a little bitch. I love Charity for a million and one reasons. My favorite things about her is she's honest, non-judgmental and you can be yourself around her. She also calls it like she's sees it and isn't afraid to put you in your place. The other day I was being super annoying an she says "Girl, you obsess like a teenager!! Relax!!" And just like that I was snapped back to reality. I need that in my life. If it weren't for Charity, I'd be on the phone calling up Love Line asking Dr. Drew what I'm doing wrong with my life. You probably think I'm kidding. I'm not. Another amazing thing about Charity is she encourages the ridiculousness in life which is perfect, because so do I. Last night we were running around North Hollywood and she suggested I offer Oreos to pedestrians walking by. Which is very polite. And when I wanted to run through a massive cluster of bushes, crawl through it, poke my head out and smile for an impromptu photo shoot, what did she do? She grabbed my phone and started snapping away. She also made me take a gorgeous and artistic photo of her and a Bird of Paradise. It was beyond moving. If all that doesn't convince you, check her out in the newest episode of "My Date With Harry: Girls Night In." She slays it. SLAYS. I was on the floor in tears the first time I watched her scenes. Homegurl is bloody brilliant. Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, I'm British now so I say things like "bloody." Deal with it.
Then there's my ultimate #WCA Tammy. By the way, #WCA stands for Woman Crush Always, because Tammy is always my crush, not just on Wednesdays. To make a long story short, Tammy and I couldn't be more opposite. But we have one thing in common. We share a love for a very underage Harry Styles, and One Direction as a whole. She made a joke about having a three-some with me and cardboard Harry, I accepted and I knew right then and there that this was the beginning of a beautiful new friendship. When I first started this whole weird Harry Styles cardboard cutout thing, Tammy was the first to embrace it. Even though everyone else though it was weird as, how should I put this? Oh I know, weird as fuck. No one really understood it but Tammy was all about it. When I started bringing cardboard Harry out in public Tammy was always there helping me think of ways to take it one step further. I like that about her. In fact, one time I was not in the mood to walk around with cardboard Harry so I folded him up and tucked him under my arm. Tammy noticed and was not pleased. She stopped dead in her tracks on Hollywood Blvd and said "WHY IS HE FOLDED UP COLLEEN?!?!" I didn't have an answer for her so I quickly unfolded him, Tammy smiled and we continued our journey down the blvd. She's just Tammy and everyone loves her for that. I have never in my life seen someone who can walk into a crowded room and instantly become friends with everyone. Even girls. A week or so ago we were out and we walked into this bar and something felt off. She took a look around and says "The female vibe is harsh in here tonight." And she was right. I was thinking about peacing out because I felt slightly uncomfortable but Tammy wasn't having it. The next thing I know Tammy is laughing and talking with every female in the place. Even the ones that were less than receptive at the beginning. I just stood there with my jaw on the floor in awe of her. It's like she has magical powers or something. I think she gets it from the Beyonce portrait that's hanging in her living room.
What is El Lay without Breanne? Nothing, that's what. Breanne is my Hanson-loving, truth speaking, dancing, partner in crime. She makes me laugh so damn hard. She makes everyone laugh. She just has a way with words. I think it's the way she delivers. She has a low tolerance for bullshit (much like myself) so it's rare to get anything past her. Probably my favorite memory I have with Breanne is the time we started to do extra work for TV shows and movies. We were both broke and thought it would be fun to do together. We had no idea what we were in for. On this special day we were working on a TV show in Hollywood and we're sitting in a room with about 40 other people and it's dead silent. Emphasis on silent. All of the sudden we hear something. We notice this woman sitting next to us is singing, no-no, not singing, RAPPING. This woman decided it was a good time to whip out her phone and start recording an original rap song she wrote. But wait, it gets better. She proceeds to loudly "rap" into her phone about how she's going to "cut these bitches and hoes" and how "these bitches and ho's can't hold me back." Breanne and I look at each other in utter disbelief. Breanne leans over and whispers "These are the kind of people who blow up buildings." Neither of us knows how to appropriately react to this kind of situation so we both just start laughing. Hard. But silently. Have you ever tried to silently hysterically laugh? It's not easy. At one point Breanne started crying because she was laughing so hard which in turn made me cry. The worst part about this entire situation is that no one else in the entire room even noticed this woman rapping at an incredibly loud volume. And then this woman lost her shoes. I mean it was just a disaster. One thing after another. But it is to this very day my favorite memory with Breanne. And I know for a fact this is Breanne's favorite memory as well. The day we met CHOSEN.
In closing I'd like to state one final fact: My friends are better than yours. Just kidding. Kind of. But honestly, I feel fortunate to have friends that I know have my back. At the end of the day I know if I ever needed anything I could call them and they'd be there in a heartbeat. Not a lot of people can say that. And that takes away the pain, anger, and frustration of any friendship or relationship that is no longer in your life. It makes that girl who was mean to you, that friend who never defended you, or that guy who spread rumors about you incredibly insignificant. I'll tell you one thing, I certainly do not miss the days and sleepless nights I wasted wondering "Why didn't they stick up for me? How could they say that about me?" And I smile knowing I won't have to endure that again. Because it took a while, but I finally found the right kinds of friends. Friends who buckle a cardboard cutout into the back seat of their Mustang and take it for a drive down Ventura Blvd. Friends that encourage you to be you. Friends who you demand you open your sun roof and turn on "Story of My Life" so they can proudly wave the Germany flag out the window in honor of the World Cup. Friends that will put on a Hanson t-shirt circa 1997 and wear it out to a bar with you. I assume at this time next year we'll be reflecting back on year 3. Hopefully year 3 will involve: questionable tattoos, the formation of a rapping girl group, someone may or may not be bailed out of jail, something involving a dolphin in a bathtub, and I will finally get the "Mariah Don't Carey" tie dye jacket that I only dream about.
Just ask the poor cashier at Ralph's. Last night my best friend had the grand idea of walking to the grocery store to buy Mac & Cheese (screw you Sponge Bob macaroni), cookies and whatever our little hearts desired. I went straight for the Oreos, because I'm only human. I couldn't decide between Double Stuffed Oreos (my one true love) and the new exotic Birthday Cake Oreos. Being the reasonable person that I am I bought them both. As we we're checking out the cashier says "Oh I like Oreos. I like the regular ones the best though." To which I respond "Oh I'm all about Double Stuffed Oreos. I like to be double stuffed sometimes." The man looked at me like a deer caught in the headlights. My friend laughs (a lot), shakes her head and says "I apologize for my friend." As we're walking away I look at her and say "I like to be double stuffed? I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS! It just came out." Which only made her laugh even harder. But she is one of my best friends so she gets me. Which brings me to the point of this post. FRIENDS. True friends. Let me explain.
Friendship can be a funny thing because it can come as quickly as it goes. But it's still a constant in your life no matter what. Whether you're making new friendships, ending friendships, working on friendships, repairing friendships or enjoying friendships, they're always going to be there. Sometimes you can have a solid friendship for years and then find out you never really knew that person. At least not the way you thought you did. Or maybe you're one of the lucky few people who have a best friend you've known your whole life. And you know that no matter the distance, or how hectic and busy life gets at times, they're always going to be there for you. I'm thankful to be able to include myself in this group.
Then there's friendships I've found in Los Angeles. Finding friends in LA can be a tricky thing. Let me rephrase that. Finding TRUE friends in LA can be difficult. I've gone through more friendships than I can count in the 2 years that I've lived here. Some had horrid endings, others I simply fell out of touch with people for no particular reason. But each one has impacted my life in some way. It's almost strange how a single person can change your life so much. I don't regret a single experience or friendship I've had since moving here. As cheesy as it sounds, they made me who I am today. And you know what? I like who I am today. I went through a rough period of time when I didn't like myself. I didn't like who I was becoming. But by the grace of God I never completely lost myself. I've seen that a lot in this town. It's so easy to lose yourself in this city because there's so much out there: fame, money, celebrities, power, and success, just to name a few. To be clear, there's absolutely nothing wrong with any of these things. But it can become a problem when you allow yourself to get lost in it.
They say it takes at least a year for a place to really feel like home. I couldn't agree more. Which is why year 2 is when I really hit my stride. I actually know what I'm doing with my life, I have goals I'm working towards and I've met a lot of amazing people. And I've met some of my best friends, who are just like me, in the sense that they don't give a shit what people think about them. In a city that's consumed with their egos, pride, and reputation, you can imagine my urge to buy each one of my friends a miniature horse to express my happiness and thankfulness that we found each other. I'm hoping in the next 1-3 years I'll be able to afford to purchase miniature horses for each one of my friends. Pony Parties are legit. If I never make enough money to buy everyone mini horses, I'll at least buy a massive slip-n-slide, take it up to the Hollywood sign and let everyone go ape shit. Because that's what my friends deserve. Speaking of my friends, I'd like to introduce you to a some of them.
Let's talk about Charity shall we? Charity is my spirit animal. She's like a funnier, more bad ass version of me, with free styling rap skills that would make Eminem run and hide under a table like a little bitch. I love Charity for a million and one reasons. My favorite things about her is she's honest, non-judgmental and you can be yourself around her. She also calls it like she's sees it and isn't afraid to put you in your place. The other day I was being super annoying an she says "Girl, you obsess like a teenager!! Relax!!" And just like that I was snapped back to reality. I need that in my life. If it weren't for Charity, I'd be on the phone calling up Love Line asking Dr. Drew what I'm doing wrong with my life. You probably think I'm kidding. I'm not. Another amazing thing about Charity is she encourages the ridiculousness in life which is perfect, because so do I. Last night we were running around North Hollywood and she suggested I offer Oreos to pedestrians walking by. Which is very polite. And when I wanted to run through a massive cluster of bushes, crawl through it, poke my head out and smile for an impromptu photo shoot, what did she do? She grabbed my phone and started snapping away. She also made me take a gorgeous and artistic photo of her and a Bird of Paradise. It was beyond moving. If all that doesn't convince you, check her out in the newest episode of "My Date With Harry: Girls Night In." She slays it. SLAYS. I was on the floor in tears the first time I watched her scenes. Homegurl is bloody brilliant. Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, I'm British now so I say things like "bloody." Deal with it.
Then there's my ultimate #WCA Tammy. By the way, #WCA stands for Woman Crush Always, because Tammy is always my crush, not just on Wednesdays. To make a long story short, Tammy and I couldn't be more opposite. But we have one thing in common. We share a love for a very underage Harry Styles, and One Direction as a whole. She made a joke about having a three-some with me and cardboard Harry, I accepted and I knew right then and there that this was the beginning of a beautiful new friendship. When I first started this whole weird Harry Styles cardboard cutout thing, Tammy was the first to embrace it. Even though everyone else though it was weird as, how should I put this? Oh I know, weird as fuck. No one really understood it but Tammy was all about it. When I started bringing cardboard Harry out in public Tammy was always there helping me think of ways to take it one step further. I like that about her. In fact, one time I was not in the mood to walk around with cardboard Harry so I folded him up and tucked him under my arm. Tammy noticed and was not pleased. She stopped dead in her tracks on Hollywood Blvd and said "WHY IS HE FOLDED UP COLLEEN?!?!" I didn't have an answer for her so I quickly unfolded him, Tammy smiled and we continued our journey down the blvd. She's just Tammy and everyone loves her for that. I have never in my life seen someone who can walk into a crowded room and instantly become friends with everyone. Even girls. A week or so ago we were out and we walked into this bar and something felt off. She took a look around and says "The female vibe is harsh in here tonight." And she was right. I was thinking about peacing out because I felt slightly uncomfortable but Tammy wasn't having it. The next thing I know Tammy is laughing and talking with every female in the place. Even the ones that were less than receptive at the beginning. I just stood there with my jaw on the floor in awe of her. It's like she has magical powers or something. I think she gets it from the Beyonce portrait that's hanging in her living room.
What is El Lay without Breanne? Nothing, that's what. Breanne is my Hanson-loving, truth speaking, dancing, partner in crime. She makes me laugh so damn hard. She makes everyone laugh. She just has a way with words. I think it's the way she delivers. She has a low tolerance for bullshit (much like myself) so it's rare to get anything past her. Probably my favorite memory I have with Breanne is the time we started to do extra work for TV shows and movies. We were both broke and thought it would be fun to do together. We had no idea what we were in for. On this special day we were working on a TV show in Hollywood and we're sitting in a room with about 40 other people and it's dead silent. Emphasis on silent. All of the sudden we hear something. We notice this woman sitting next to us is singing, no-no, not singing, RAPPING. This woman decided it was a good time to whip out her phone and start recording an original rap song she wrote. But wait, it gets better. She proceeds to loudly "rap" into her phone about how she's going to "cut these bitches and hoes" and how "these bitches and ho's can't hold me back." Breanne and I look at each other in utter disbelief. Breanne leans over and whispers "These are the kind of people who blow up buildings." Neither of us knows how to appropriately react to this kind of situation so we both just start laughing. Hard. But silently. Have you ever tried to silently hysterically laugh? It's not easy. At one point Breanne started crying because she was laughing so hard which in turn made me cry. The worst part about this entire situation is that no one else in the entire room even noticed this woman rapping at an incredibly loud volume. And then this woman lost her shoes. I mean it was just a disaster. One thing after another. But it is to this very day my favorite memory with Breanne. And I know for a fact this is Breanne's favorite memory as well. The day we met CHOSEN.
In closing I'd like to state one final fact: My friends are better than yours. Just kidding. Kind of. But honestly, I feel fortunate to have friends that I know have my back. At the end of the day I know if I ever needed anything I could call them and they'd be there in a heartbeat. Not a lot of people can say that. And that takes away the pain, anger, and frustration of any friendship or relationship that is no longer in your life. It makes that girl who was mean to you, that friend who never defended you, or that guy who spread rumors about you incredibly insignificant. I'll tell you one thing, I certainly do not miss the days and sleepless nights I wasted wondering "Why didn't they stick up for me? How could they say that about me?" And I smile knowing I won't have to endure that again. Because it took a while, but I finally found the right kinds of friends. Friends who buckle a cardboard cutout into the back seat of their Mustang and take it for a drive down Ventura Blvd. Friends that encourage you to be you. Friends who you demand you open your sun roof and turn on "Story of My Life" so they can proudly wave the Germany flag out the window in honor of the World Cup. Friends that will put on a Hanson t-shirt circa 1997 and wear it out to a bar with you. I assume at this time next year we'll be reflecting back on year 3. Hopefully year 3 will involve: questionable tattoos, the formation of a rapping girl group, someone may or may not be bailed out of jail, something involving a dolphin in a bathtub, and I will finally get the "Mariah Don't Carey" tie dye jacket that I only dream about.
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