Hey Everyone :D
I'm pumped. Totally pumped. Tomorrow, i have to wake up at 6am (BLEH/NORMAL) and go to school. Around 11am im leaving for the airport to go HOME. yes, LA is my home now.
I'm sitting in my bedroom. the same bedroom i used to sit in before i was "somebody."
The walls are the same purple color, the posters are the same, the furniture, the bedding, its all the same.
Sitting on the desk, is a pile of letters from my friends. See, i was staying part time in LA in summer 2008 while auditioning for everything. I didn't know i was moving until November 7th, the day i got the show. I moved on January 2nd, 2009 and life since then has never been the same.
So as i said, theres a pile of letters, all dated December 31st. My group of 14 best friends and i were at a neighbors house on new years eve. It was 3 days before i was leaving, and we were all super sad. They insisted on taking time that night to each write me a personal letter about the 4 years we had been together. I have a favorite...It goes:
Dear Meagan,
I just wanted to say, I love you. I knew from the day i met you at summer camp we were going to be best friends. And no, i knew despite the fact you asked me to be your friend. When we were sitting in the arts and craft shed as tiny little 10 year old, painting out flower pots, you said "You know, one day, i'm going to be famous." Like most ten year olds, you had the dream. You never gave up. And now, in 3 days, you're leaving us all behind to become the person you've longed to be for almost 5 years. But i'm not jumping that far ahead yet.
Remember the first time you did your moose impression? You and Nicole had your mouth filled with grapes, and your fake little antlers on. Remember the first time you threw up in front of me? You ate too much spaghetti, and drank your orange soda too fast. And then there was the time when you held my hair while i puked in your moms bathroom after kissing mark. I know, very cliche, the whole "holding my hair while i puked." But hey, you were an awesome friend and you did it. Thanks for always making me laugh about my psychological biological father. He's crazy, and you are too, but i like you more.
So i guess what i'm trying to say is that you and i are very close. And i know that we'll fly out to see you, and you'll fly here to see us, but i love you, and i'm going to miss you. Tell your boyfriend and his family i say hi when you get out there, and please swim in the pacific for me. Stay up all night partying with your famous friends, and please, stay true to yourself. Don't let the image get the better of you, remember who you are, and where you came from. No, i don't mean THAT place. I mean here, with us. Remember that you'll always be one of the fab 15 no matter how far away you live. Even if it's 5,283.6 miles away, you'll always be close to my heart.
So best friend, go out there and kick some butt, I'll see you on TV.
Your Cheetah Bestie #3, Emily
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