Pay attention to me.

Here's something I'd write about Channing if I was writing:


Channing Kennedy is a friend of mine, which makes this article totally unscrupulous. I am totally biased. This probably shouldn't exist, just like this man shouldn't leave me with our friendship so young. Well, not as young as he thinks it is, at least.
I first encountered Channing when I still cared about journalism and The Maneater, when MOVE did an article about his mullet and I was set to the task to find mullet related websites. After multiple visits to Maude Vintage, he learned my name. I started telling people we were best friend as a joke, because i thought our friendship would be as ridiculous as he was. Now we are legit friends.
That mullet is gone as so are my feelings for that paper, but my feelings for Channing have only developed into something more mature. What was once a silly crush and hipster adoration is now respect and admiration. He is sort of everything I admire in a man. Creative and the one quality I could never develop: he's amazing without trying or caring.
I hope Channing has an effective on my life (besides introducing me to a pretty good kisser named Erik.) I'm going to miss him, but I hope when he leaves Columbia he won't really be leaving my life.



that's all for now. more later?