It's been 2 years

May 2nd was Olive's death day, and it came and went for me without notable events slash emotions.

Brief Memories In Honor Of Her:
-On one birthday (possibly my 16th) she surprised me at my window in the morning with birthday scones and a fabulous seranade. And her actual presents were always adorable and amazing. One Christmas she made me a Build-a-Bear named Sondra (after one of our fake multiple personality characters), with a little recorded message that played when you squeezed the paw. The best present ever was probably the garden gnome she got me...I named it Knut. We both loved the movie Amelie, and I think that is where she got the idea. Sadly, the gnome is lost now. It got packed into a box (lovingly) during a mad rush to move out of the dorms junior year, and was never found. I am still confident that it will be though. I would take Knut with me anywhere. In short, sweetest friend ever.

-She also came up with the yummiest "gourmet" sandwiches ever. Don't even question. Just try them. The ultimate midnight snack sandwich: Wheat bread, roasted red peppers, pesto, feta, turkey, and dijon mustard. Amazing. Also delicious=open faced and toasted bread with dijon and mayo, thinlythinly sliced granny smith apple, red onion and (melted) havarti. She was very into gourmet as a food type and a general adjective for everything in her life. Her favorite magazine was Martha Stewart Living, and then it was Real Simple, and then Dwell. When you combine all those, it pretty much encapsulates a lot of her essence.

-She loved Jimmy Eat World, and LIT, and scruffy (slash artsy) boys.

-Once we spent almost an entire day in FAO Schwartz before it left downtown. How often do you find someone willing to play with you in giant stuffed animal piles and barbie rooms for hours?

-She biked to Ballard with me randomly one afternoon after school just because I liked a boy who lived there. It took something like 5 hours round trip and I think involved some creative story-telling to our parents, since we didn't tell them we were going anywhere, and once they found out, claimed that we had just ridden to U Village.

-For our abstract assignment in high school photography we spent a huge amount of time chasing a plastic bag that we found blowing in the wind on 35th St. Impossible. We never caught in on film. Then, the day after she died I saw a plastic bag blowing right outside the window of the fourth floor lounge in the Mercer dorms. How random is that? Now I always think of her when I see plastic bags blowing in the wind.