And so it began:
Regina Mundi, St. Clare, St. Margaret & St. Alphonsus.
Although each and primary school are within the premises of the GTA there was no connection, no glimpse into the friendship we could, would, should and had happened. And even still, through secondary education where our experiences, our cliques and our person personalities differentiated some awkward yet profound force brought us together: Marshall McLuhan, second floor. Where are we going with this? We don't know, it can be for the sake of our own leisure, our own piece of mind or the satisfaction knowing that we're not just an ordinary group of girls/clique that are always together.
"Real Talks" (lol-ING):
Haters are going to hate. The best part is; we don't care. All four of us might be, no, are overly-analytical, however, we can also be relaxed and care-free towards the insignificant issues. But what we find significant can be entirely unimportant to others, hence - haters are going to hate. Therefore:
Dear Hater, click "Next Blog".
Aside from that, we can honestly give you an entire novel in this very post explaining the history of our lives. But then, that would defeat the purpose of this entire blog. Thus, for now, we shall give you a synopsis. With that said, I'm Alyssa [ah-LEE-ssah] G. Although very known by my last name I don't like exposing it. I'm the freakish cross between Selena and Blair so I've been told; a Slayer - I can metaphrically stab you with a steak. Frankly, I enjoy sitting at home puking out my thoughts and then cleaning it up to make it an artform. Many times in my life I thought of creating a book - but let's be realistic, I'm seventeen, we all are. Since blogging's the new thing, this will do, for now.
Now, why don't I take the time to introduce my homonym - she's spelled the same, but pronounced differently Alyssa [uh-LHI-ssuh] C. the Lindsey Lohan of the group, there ever so adorable drama queen. Someone who can relate to almost every emo-song out there.
We keep her sane.
Also, meet my alter-ego Stephanie 'fcuking' B. I just find it so neccessary to curse right before her last name. I find her to be that person that can stretch any thought around the world, twice. We keep her, rational.
Last but definitely not least, (ew, cliche - who does that?), meet Pamela D.C. our innocent by stander, my partner in crime and my right hand woman. She is most likely the most logical out of all of us. We might have crumbled 12 feet under the ground is it wasn't for her. Again, out of all of us, she has the least drama, although, she conjured up the idea of making this blog. Nobody, and I mean nobody hates her, yet, she's our friend. How's that for irony?
We keep her entertained, she keeps us stable.
There you have it, the back bone of our existence on this very site. But don't get caught off guard, keep up as we give you the organs and maybe some fatty tissue. It's a confusing biological metaphor.
We mock the Gossip Girls over there in the upper east-end
... & we're similar to the Mean Girls down south.
Don't end up in our ash-tray. (It's just a fair warning)
We'll see you in the Upper West-End.
xoxOMG
-AG, signing off.
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