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Forgive me while I play a sentimental fool for a moment, please.

This past year has probably been the best I've ever had. I've gotten to do so much, and meet so many people, and do such amazing things, but it's the little things that I'm thinking on now. The things you don't think about until later, the things that add up and make you smile when you look back at it all. The sheer amount of these little things that I have these are all on account of my friends, and I want to take a moment to thank you all.

Sitting in my front room and laughing at each other while we attempt WiiFit, or WiiSports, or... WiiAnything that makes us get up and look like the bunch of fools we really are.

Hanging out in my room and talking about everything, anything, and absolutely nothing at all, and somehow still managing to find each other entertaining and making each other laugh for disgustingly long periods of time.

Being able to honest to god have a mini-corinary about being able to talk to someone that I couldn't believe I was going to talk, laughed at lovingly, and being put up with for the weeks afterwards as I go "I shall have my rebellion in the form of dance!"

Driving around and listening to music, windows down and singing at the top of our lungs, harmonizing with each other and trying to find a way to skank in a car while we're distracted and pumped up on Ska.

Impromptu photo shoots and dance parties in my dining room.

Walking around downtown Toronto at ungodly hours in the cold, huddling in bus stops, or walking down queen street singing at the top of our lungs and drawing the attention of the creepy drunk people.

Standing outside of venues, waiting by the doors and sharing in the infamy as we're led inside and the girls at the front of the line want to kill us, and be us, simultaneously.

Being creepers, and pretty much discussing how we should decorate our jail cells because we're either ending up in prison or hell (or both)!

Laughing at the sheer amount of condoms I somehow get because I pierce people.

Spur of the moment tattoo's, because we all picked up the itch at the same time.

Last minute hang outs, and hide outs.

Epic meals that are on the tab of someone else, that allow me to actually eat everything I would enjoy eating.

Trading off books, and anxiously awaiting for the other to finish.

Missioning if from one end of the city to the other for food and video games.

Random sexualized comments that make no sense whatsoever, and a few well placed "your mom's", and "that's what she said"'s.

Thumbs and gimp fists bumps.

Collectively trying not to cry when our work is noticed and appreciated.

Road trips and concerts and hotel room life.

And, of course, (Cake).

I love you all so much, and you've helped me break down so many barriers, whether I knew I had them or not. You've broken or eased a disgusting amount of insecurities, and I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for sticking out all this crazy sh*t with me.

All I can do is hope that I can reciprocate at least half of what you all give to me. I hope to give you at least a fraction of the same security, and warmth, and love that you give me, because if I can do that, I know I'm worth your time and affection.

Thank you.