That's Celeste, my best friend. We are attached at the hip, not even joking.
Celeste and I went to the same high school, had multiple classes together, and even sat right next to each other in those classes. One semester, in our CP Writing class, she edited and proofed all my papers...But we were never friends outside of class. It's crazy to think that just a few years later, we would be as close as we are now. Celeste and I became friends during our first semester at ASU. That was a dark semester for me, and probably one of the hardest changes I've experienced. Starting at ASU, knowing noone made me feel so alone and so lost. I went from a close knit group of friends to hang out and eat lunch with in high school to zero friends, zero acquaintances, and zero lunch buddies at ASU. It was awful. I cried a lot during that first month of college. But I also prayed a lot. One of the things I prayed most for was a friend. I cannot tell you how alone I felt, and all I wanted was someone to talk to and hang out with, you know, all that friend junk. I prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed for a friend. Not long into the semester, I was walking around at Institute trying to find a place to sit when I ran into Celeste and her friend, Bonnie. I remember getting this huge smile on my face and feeling so relieved. So I sat and ate lunch with them that day and soon we were good friends. Celeste and I quickly became real close, and I am so glad. We are now roommates, and are quite literally together 24/7.
Now to prove the title of this post, let me tell you three things about Celeste.
She makes my bed.
Not every day, but probably a couple times a week. It means the world to me. I can't even tell you. I am so not a believer of making beds, but it does feel nice to walk in my room and see that my bed is made. Yeah, she rocks.
She puts up with my crazy.
She deals with the boys, the mood swings, the stressed out version of me. She asks me lots of questions to get me thinking, to help me sort out my feelings, to help me figure out what I'm feeling...She's good at decreasing my stress level and making me realize that it's not the end of the world and that everything is going to be ok.
She waits up for me at nighttime.
She listens to my stories about dates and my day and junk. This might sound normal, but guys...Unless you've talked to me, you don't know how long my stories are. Like really, the stories I tell could probably be told by a normal person in like two minutes, but I take thirty. Not even joking. And she listens to it all. She's fantastic.
These are just a few of the reasons why Celeste is the best friend ever. Lucky me, huh?!