.:Bounding on to Sturdy Earth:.

Alright then, in comes yet another specially altered layout. If you don't know what that means already, this page was brought about by a friend. But what is this page? This is the cohorts. Not the affiliates and not praised writers or musicians, but real life friends who inspire some things, and we both find joy in. It's a bit small, that's true, and horribly lacking in testosterone, but I suppose that's the criteria we have for our friends. Or else we just want to see if anyone will complain.
Although, if it hasn't been discovered before, let it be known now that I may not be so good at writing about others. At least, not without exposing much about them, and so I give to you summaries deeply in need of work.

~ The Redheaded One
Viscerotonic Viraginian Vatic with Vagaries and Venerated by all in all Veracity
The lovely, curly haired one who inspired this particular page. Known as the blackest Asian, Writer Lady, and, but of course, understood to be our source of testosterone, she completes the missing peg of our right triangle. Rare enough to find, she can actually speak English, as opposed to whatever tilly-vally every other person babbles today.
If anyone really cares to doubt her importance, however, she's managed to take a not quite leading, but still starring role in one of my stories--something only she and one other have been known to do. (Care to guess the other?) That, and she actually found a movie that I adulate and the Asian will actually watch. V for Vendetta, anyone?
Couthy Comitatus Cynosure
How long has this magnificent blonde been around? I fear I've lost track.
No matter which way you spin it, this girl is amazing. She's always the one to make a person smile if it's needed, or at least she's certainly the best at it. From odd ways of spelling people's names to creating words, she's hyper, sure, but clearly one of the nicest beings in existence as well. Alas, the evil workings of school (cue shudder) have been keeping her away from me and the Asian until this year.
Most importantly, I find it best to say that you've never seen someone look at you like you're crazy until you've seen her face. Or, there's always that I still remember her whole name.
Sprightly Sanguine Substantive seen to be Swasivious and Saccharine Sweet.
Another blonde, I fear we rather like those, and another trio. Apparently, we like those as well. Who could refuse when you have a redhead, blonde, and one with black hair (they really need a word for that)? Though, while the hair colors generally stay the same, this trio was the original. Alas, being in second grade at the time might have led us to become our own distorted version of the Powerpuff Girls. And so, I give you Bubbles.
More of the hyper sort, an additive to our pile of humorous folk and certainly the longest lasting of anyone on here. Alas, there's no better way to describe her than her clothing, I fear (something I truly hope to never say again): bright, happy colors. She can almost never be found without a smile and tries to inflict as much on everyone else, but when she's not she needs the most only a hug.
Hyperactive Tumbler Extraordinaire
Apparently, a hidden face in my from my preschool, this hyperactive girl disappeared to all of my knowledge until showing up in most all of my ninth grade classes and being, as we all should expect by now, rather marvelous.
So we still have yet to dominate the world as characters from Romeo & Juliet and then parade about at Chuck E. Cheese, I think that hardly deters from her greatness. She's funny and always great to talk to, even if she might be a fool for all the times she and some other friends injure themselves in gymnastics.
Chaterestre Invoking Cachinnation
This particular friend had the honor of going by her last name rather than anything else as it is the redhead typing this, and she rather likes to call a fair few people by surnames. Alas, then we went on about giving them names and making the very first one V happy.
This particular female can be the first to attest to the fact that neither the Asian nor myself are the easiest people to befriend, especially when you're coming from another friend rather than on your own. But she can always, hopefully, say that afterwards we're loyal people. And if not, then we should probably work on that.
Her spelling isn't the greatest of everyone in the world's, but it's certainly of greater stature than many people I know. And, if nothing else, she can certainly type and speak German far better than anyone else I know.
As for closing: bwah, what's this? Success, I say, I'm getting her to write!