Origin of Nicknames: Spew

I don't know how she let me call her Spew. I seriously don't. It's been like 11 years. I think she must have just known that it was always said with much love. Today is Spew's birthday and so I write this for her, never expecting her to read it, but knowing that she knows it. Spew is a lifer. She's a never put you down, always for you, always the real her, always faithful, and always awesome person. She's everything you could want in a friend. I'm an odd duck, I'll say it always, but I'm odd in my friendships too. I'm a lifer as well. I don't talk to Spew often anymore, we just kind of drifted apart, life made its way in through us growing up. I'm still for her though. Completely. And I still feel like she knows who I am and that I know who she is. I get that people continually grow and change in the course of their lives, but I think there's a core that remains the same. That a spark of person genuineness is the same throughout the years. I would be there if she needed me, I have been there when she needed me, and I know that the same is true for her. I'm both a non-stop talker and a non-talker, but I know that I've gotten this across: I'm a sticker. Through all  of my annoying actions, through the many quirks I have, through awkwardness, and through troubles, I'm for people. I met Spew through TH. It was Grade 8. All I remember was that she was one of the nicest people I'd ever met. She was so steady at an age where such a thing was a rarity. For many, steadiness is still a rarity. She had a good sense of humour too. I was bugging her at Ski Club or at lunch one day. She was eating Poutine. I made her laugh. She spewed fries out of her mouth. Looking back I would have probably called her 'Poutine' - 'Tiney' for short (she is). Ah well, Spew stuck, in name and in friendship. Happy Birthday Spew!