Rachel

Last semester i had THE BEST roommates. i loved them all but today i am grateful for Rachel, who i became unexpectedly really close to. She is wonderful and there are a million things i could say about her. here are just a few of my favorite memories:

the MOST movies. we both love them, and there are a lot she hasn't seen, so that was a favorite past time. 

 we went to almost every. single. one. of Chris's rec games, and he played 3 sports, so it was a lot of cheering. haha. but Rachel gets crazy. this was at Chris' baseball game, where we both unknowingly wore baseball tees and thought we were hilarious.

whispering in big groups about people we don't like. haha we're awful. 

making 3 am pizza together and watching Les Mis at full volume BECAUSE WE CAN. 

watching the sun rise with her. alot. hahaha. Veeeeeerrry often last semester i didn't sleep at all. i don't know how or why, but at least twice a week i wouldn't sleep at all, so instead of spending the enTIRE night tossing and turning in bed, i just started staying up until i was actually tired which usually ended up being at sunrise. so there were a lot of mornings when i would be heading to bed and Rachel would be just waking up, and we'd watch the sunrise together from the kitchen table. 

she creeped on boys for me when i was stuck at home doing homework

 Rachel + Chris = my unexpected spring best friends.

puzzles, and FOOD, and Harry Potter movies and the deepest most uplifting talks of my life. they force me to leave the house, so that's good.

[excuse me in these pictures. no makeup, wild hair, and an old dingy t-shirt. I had an unhealthy obsession with 'Merlin' and these pictures were taken at a goodbye bonfire that Chris used as my intervention. ha.]

can we pause this ode to Rachel for a second and acknowledge the fact that me and derek look alike in these two pictures? kay.

 toward the end of the school year, it got HOT. (okay like 90 degrees max but we had no air conditioning.) so everyone in the dorms bought giant fans and had them in their kitchen windows. honestly, every apartment had one or more of these bad boys. (ours was purple!) so every once and a while there were brown outs. one day we're sitting in the kitchen and it was the HOTTEST day of my life. i ran a shirt under the faucet and then stuck it in the freezer. i was sitting at the table drinking Kool-aid, Rachel and I were discussing Julian Assange and homeschooling and Richard G Scott's life. and may i repeat, it was HOT. and the power went out with an audible *druuuuuuuuuuuur* Rachel stopped mid-word, and her already doe eyes grew three sizes. her mouth curled into a grimace and she frantically glanced out the window and then at the fan and then the fridge, and then she threw back her head and screamed like the girl from Avatar when the humans were destroying Hometree. 

and then we looked at each other and busted up laughing.

later that evening, it was still hot, and the power was still out, so we laid on the balcony with our feet over the edge, and i was wearing my frozen shirt, and we talked for hours that night. that's probably my favorite memory of her. just laying there talking about nothing and everything. we were both frustrated that there were a million people in our house that no one invited over, so we just stayed outside. and ignored all the people trying to walk past us. the power eventually came back on but we stayed outside and watched a freak lightning storm, and it was bittersweet because it was finals week and we were all going home soon. I love/hated that night. 

 I just love Rachel, okay? we'll homeschool each other's kids, and spend forever laughing at our hilarious selves. that's another thing, Rachel could make me LAUGH. and that is my favorite thing in a person. 

to end, here's a picture of Rachel on top of a mountain where she was almost bit by a huge snake and we rolled our eyes at a prissy girl asking to be given a piggy back ride down fro a cute boy. HA. 

Rachel, i love ya. and if i stay in Rexburg for the winter, we WILL be rooming together again.