Shh... Men are talking...

I’m at work, talking to Ariege about blogs. She has one now. It can be found here. We were discussing which blogs we like to read, and we both feel that our lives don’t have anything interesting enough to write about, let alone read about.
She suggested I write about her in a blog, so I thought I’d go a step further and write a blog about her. Anyway, I’m not being given any work to do, so I may as well type so it looks like I’m here for a reason. But enough about me.
I’ve been around her for two years now, but I’d say I’ve only really known her for one; she’s fairly quiet and/or shy. Met her at school (Bullers), I don’t really remember what my first impressions were, owing to the fact that I met about 200 new people in the space of a single day (I still don’t know the first names of some people I spoke to on a semi-regular basis).
My first interactions with Ariege were group conversations of which we were both a part. She probably formed better impressions of me than I of her, as I am somewhat of a loud-mouthed malcontent, whereas she is more reserved. I do not remember what the subject matter of said conversations was, but I can imagine it spanned a wide range of topics, most likely covering religion, prejudice, music, television and “what would you do if…?”s.

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I had to stop writing this for about four hours… I’ll try and pick up where I left off, but I thought it best to explain myself, lest there be a slight judder in the flow of my prose.

Over the weeks, and eventual months, I began to form some sort of opinion of Ariege: it is difficult to sum up my basic interpretation in only a few words. Quiet and reserved, yet with an air of rebellion; though she has strong convictions, she does not preach.

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This isn’t really going anywhere. I don’t know where to take the flow next. I’ll talk about her more casually now:

She’s short. She’s fairly easy going, and even when you grind her gears she’ll still laugh as she gets angrier and angrier. She’s a feminist (or something along those lines) and likes Rise Against (but she likes good music, too). She’s a Mormon (I think – one of those wacky religious types, anyway) and she likes a good debate. Her arguments never convince me, but they aren’t ridiculous. Her pet peeves include (but are not limited to) sexism (probably other ‘-ism’s, too) and ignorance. She’s more intelligent than she lets on, she got five grade As at A-level. The most fun you can have at her expense is making comments such as “yeah, she got five As, but they were Art and Photography and stuff, so they don’t really count”. A memorable mention should go here to Ben(ny) who legendarily said to her, in context, “Quiet: men are talking” (or something to that effect). Quite possibly the funniest thing I have heard in a long while. One of the most enjoyable things you can do with Ariege (not like that, you fucks) is converse; she is one of the few people who has the rare ability to hold an intelligent conversation.
One thing to avoid with her is MSN; it’s not the best way of communicating, as it is, due to it’s inability to convey the tone of something. Ariege tends to type things in a way which sounds rude (even though unintentional). However it’s usually funny, so it’s alright.

I’m running out of things to say again. I might wrap it up for now, then come back and add more later.

All in all, I’d say Ariege is a good person and a good friend, and she’s well worth your time.

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I wrote this about a week ago and forgot to do anything with it. I’ve remembered my first proper encounter with Ariege, though: I spoke to her and Charlotte O’Dea about music in the kitchen of (D)Inglewood in the first few weeks of my starting sixth form at Bullers - I played them some Alec Empire. They seemed to enjoy it, but they might have just been being polite.

This blog is horrendously disjointed and probably quite a chore to read; apologies.
Hope you like it, (fuckin’) A.