Amy Rose Reitz
If you have not yet met Amy, your life is probably drab and miserable, and may God have mercy on your dark soul.
Amy and I first met in the Fall of 2003, when we moved into dorm rooms right next to each other. The first thing I remember is when Amy carried a case of microwaveable Ramen soup, along with a case of Mountain Dew, up to her dorm room. The first thing she remembers is that I asked if she had a girlfriend, rather than asking if she had a boyfriend or partner. What can I say-- my gaydar is impeccable.
Amy and I immediately got along swimmingly with each other. We bonded over stupid reality TV, less than desirable roommates, and general tomfoolery. She was there with me through my "Oh my Jeebus I came out as a lesbian in high school and now I think I'm in love with a dude" crisis, where we both came up with a game plan to stay on the true path of lesbianism (which failed, because Ted is such a handsome man).
Amy and I stayed on the fourth floor of Cravens (where we like it on top) 
for two years, then moved into an apartment together. This is when Yellow Meal was invented. See the pictures to the side of this text to find out
what Yellow Meal entails. Since the invention of Yellow Meal, Amy and I have enjoyed dozens (even HUNDREDS) of Yellow Meals together. Additionally, even though I was just told by a doctor yesterday that I should incorporate the "colors of the rainbow" into my diet, I still think that nothing compares to Yellow Meal.
One summer, Amy, Chrissi (her long-time lady friend), and I moved into a house together. It was a delightful little house on the South side of Bloomington. Amy and Chrissi even adopted one of the cutest dogs to ever exist in the history of the universe, Lemon (may she rest in sweet doggy peace). This was a lovely summer, full of popsicles, corn dogs, mowing a yard full of holes, and a Christmas-light-lit back deck.
While Amy is exactly 11 months younger than me, she graduated a year ahead of me, with about 65 more degrees than I'll even acquire in my entire life. It was a sad day in the life of Anna Shambleceno when Amy decided to move to Indianapolis so she could work for some stupid company.
Amy and I live only an hour apart, but don't see each other that often. However, Amy leaves me the most magical and majestic messages on my voicemail. They average between 3 and 7 minutes long, and I always save them on my phone for as long as I can.
Someday soon I'm going to visit Amy and Chrissi in Indianapolis, and we're going to go drink alcoholic beverages at the local gay bars.
I'm positive that Amy will always be a golden ray of shining light in my life, no matter how many degrees she has, and no matter how far apart we live.
And an extra bonus-- Amy is also participating in NaBloPoMo! Check out her blog here.
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