because

"I thought up the name Queen. It's just a name, but it's very regal obviously, and it sounds splendid."

Freddie Mercury

can't buy me love

wish you were here mag.

hallelujah, i love her so

Devin.

After her first shower here, she came back into the room and told me we only had cold water in the showers. Turns out she just didn't know how to turn the knob.

She will drop anything she's doing to help a friend.

She laughs at my jokes and her jokes make me laugh harder than probably anyone else's jokes.

She falls asleep whenever we watch a movie.

She's the kindest person I know.

Her nostrils flare real good when she laughs.

She speaks fluent ASL.

Often times, we bond together by crying in movies.

She's three days older than me and seems to think that automatically makes her the mature one.

Getting asked if we're sisters is one of the best compliments someone can give me.

I don't think I can remember a night when she hasn't read her scriptures and said her prayers, no matter how tired she was. She is such a good example to me.

She will kill spiders and cockroaches when I'm too scared to do it.

She is a great listener.

She's always willing to listen to good music with me over and over and over.

She's always on my laptop when I walk in the room.

She cannot not lose her ID card (which functions as her room key and meal card) to save her life.

We have the greatest late night talks.

She is a great writer and can come up with some of the wittiest phrases on the face of this planet.

She's little-miss-picky when it comes to boys, but it's okay because no guy really deserves her.

Here's to the best roommate in the world!

Happy 19th Birthday, Devin!

I love you!

eight days a week

The semester is almost over. We're getting to the last of everything. My birthday wish is that no one in our unit will start packing until after my birthday because it makes me too sad. Life will never again be how it is now. The five of us will never be living right next door to each other in this lovely hale. We won't have our late night chats, our trips to the caf. I feel like I've known these girls my whole life, but we really only met 9 months ago. It's been a marvelous 9 months. I wish time could just slow way down for this next week so I could soak up every second of right now.

doctor robert

On Wednesday, I gave blood. I've donated blood a few other times here. The Blood Bank of Hawaii comes to our school every eight weeks. I have really good veins (thank you, mom) and no one has ever had a problem finding them before. I also don't mind needles and have never had an adverse reaction to giving blood, so it's not really a big deal for me. This Wednesday was a bit different. It took the large Polynesian nurse an extremely long time to find a vein that she could deem worthy of using. She pumped up the blood pressure cuff and just kept poking and prodding around my arm, mumbling and sniffling to herself the whole time, along with the occasional cough into her lab jacket. Lovely. Finally, she decided on a vein and put the needle in....excruciatingly slow. Alright, hard part's over, right? Wrong. Apparently my blood wasn't flowing very well because of the positioning of the needle. Solution of the nurse: just keep re-positioning the needle! For about 20 minutes, there were four nurses crowding around me, all taking turns trying to re-position the needle. I felt it the whole time. Finally I said, "This is a little painful." "Painful to the point that you can't bear it?" "No, I can bear it, but it's uncomfortable..." I was pumping that foam ball so hard. The faster I pumped, the faster I would be out of there. At last, I was done, but they still needed samples and to take the needle out. However, the needle didn't need any assistance in extraction. Because they had been twisting, pushing, and pulling the needle so much, it was just barely under my skin and it literally fell out. The blood pressure cuff was still tightened on my arm and my blood was just gushing out, pooling on the cot I was laying on. Luckily, I quickly moved my body out of the way so the blood wouldn't get on my new shirt (thank you, mom). The nurses quickly cleaned up the blood and put some pressure on the hole in my vein. My arm was covered in blood, but they cleaned that up for me, too. One of the nurses laughed and asked me, "Is this your first time?" No. Is it yours?

So, that's good.