Bittersweet

I am so frickin proud of my best friend Andrew Tylock. He was wretchedly torn away from our sides recently and relocated to the place known as "modesto", but he has found a silver lining.
1. His bedroom isn't really a bedroom. It's a living room. Has no door. But hey, one whole wall is a window! (i think thats a limitation of privacy, but I guess dudes don't really care about that stuff).
2. There is a house located in the middle of his street. Like, right in the middle. The way some roundabouts are positioned is the way that this whole house is.
3. Apparently, his school serves soft serve ice cream. out of vending machines. This is new, because GVHS barely serves real food, let alone delectable creamy treats.
4. Hecka people are in gangs. while many would take this as a negative, andrew has decided that he shall become lord of the gangs. and the gangs will no longer do violent things. they will watch Psych and make awkward humor and laugh at shirts with animals doing human things on them.
5. He has actually already joined a gang. You must now refer to him as "essay."
6. his physics teacher is of the belief that he has been abducted by aliens. no explanation necessary.
7. and most importantly: he will NOT be meeting a new girl best friend in modesto. that position has already been filled, as i regret to inform you ladies (i dont regret it, I'm just saying that to be polite).
Nonetheless, the rest of us in Merced are seriously lacking in Andrewness. I haven't felt awkward laughing at a methhead joke in almost a month now. Not quite sure what to do now.

I shall miss awkward breathing guy, awkward driving position guy, awkward steering wheel position guy, awkward face making guy, awkward taco bell worker guy, awkward dad on meth jokes guy.
He was a dear dear friend of mine :)

Now who am I gonna coerce into taking me to trivial school functions?