Happy Fourth of July!

Happy Fourth of July everyone!

Today's the day when I SHOULD be in my nana's house in the Hamptons, eating corn and grilled zucchini. But corn is on the list of NO CASEY, DON'T EAT THAT foods and zucchini is on the list of STOP EATING IT, CASEY, IT HAS SEEDS foods. But I have no colon and an ostomy bag, and I am here in boring Boca Raton, with no Haley and no Rory and no Alexa, but at least I have my Leanna.

These people are the best of the best, my closest friends.

This is Haley. I've only known her since I went into the hospital, through Rory, but it feels like I've known her forever... in a good way, of course. We joke around with each other all the time and always have fun, even when we're doing absolutely nothing. I think it's safe to say that if I had to choose, I'd give her my firstborn child... or my sister and brother, if she wanted.

I guess that opposites do attract, because me and Leanna couldn't be more different and we've been best friends even through our one big blowout, which was over nothing. All through the fight, we still called each other 'best friend' and I think it's only made us stronger to realize how unbelievably different we are.

This is Alexa. The longest I've ever been friends with anyone, and every second of it is awesome. I love her so much, and she's always been there for me. We have the same birthday and she's 20 minutes older than me, but it doesn't make much of a difference ;). We're twins for life and we're both awesome, and awesome people like awesome people, so I guess that's why we're bestest buddies.

Rory. What can I say about Rory? He's a homewrecker? Well, sort of. He has a sick and twisted sense of humor? Yeah, that too. But is he awesome? Yes. New Year's Eve? Not the best night of my life (two's his lucky number), but whatever. Then, after March, he got obnoxious. And rude. And he was acting like a four-year-old boy who's mom won't take him to see 'Transformers'. But then, it got better. Slowly, a friendship, like there was before December 31st, grew again, and he became a good friend again. People always seem to have problems with our friendship, always asking if we're "back together" (not.) or reminding me what a jerk he was (forgive and forget, people!) but we both think they shouldn't be so freakin' judgemental.

Gotta run! Me and my mom are going to Party City to get some stuff for the barbeque tonight.

Lots of Love,
Casey