Dear Roommate,

Hey! You are probably reading this right now. Well, not right now. Right now you are watching me type this actually. You are on your bed, I am on mine if we reached our arms out we could probably hold hands because this room is painfully small. But anyways, enough about the current situation we are in. This letter is about how we live together in Weston Hall! Let's get started.

When we first met, I thought you were super religious and conservative and you thought I was wacky and did drugs. Maybe meeting each other at Lollapalooza wasn't the best idea. But hey, It's a good story. Then you moved in two days early and I was so nervous to meet you because I thought I was going to hate you, and you hugged me so uncomfortably while I was holding all my shit and then you disappeared and I was like like "Who the hell is this girl?!" Except we already had a 100-day snap streak, so I don't know why we thought this was going to end so badly. We were being a wee bit dramatic. Maybe it's because all of our snapchats were just pictures of us with the captions "OMG so excited for college!!!" and we didn't really actually talk much.

Those first few hours of college might have been uncomfortable but let's just look at where we are now. You are my best friend here. We do everything together, we are in the same sorority, we have the same Big, everyone asks if we went to the same high school. It's bizarre that we have only been friends for 100 days. (Give or take. I didn't feel like figuring it out exactly. I'm lazy, it happens.) So although I thought this situation was gonna suck and we would hate each other, I couldn't imagine spending all my time with anyone else.

So... I wanna just say thank you. Thank you for singing Taylor Swift songs with me, not letting me eat in the dining hall alone and introducing me to all your friends from high school. Also, a quick thanks for binge eating popcorn with me, watching me eat 5 bags of cheese-itz a day and anxiously watching our parents become best friends at the dads day tailgate with me. Thanks for dealing with my quirkiness, never saying no to getting Expresso Royale, and always telling me when they have double points at Starbucks. People may think it's weird that we spend all of our time together but like sorry we are friends. Get over it people. Jeez. Maybe seeing each other over thanksgiving break was a little much but what I don't understand is how people expected us to spend a whole week apart.

I promise I will stop laughing at you for being the worst public speaker and dropping your phone during dinner announcements one day. I promise to never let you leave the party because you are just going to end up breaking your ankle again. We definitely don't need 6 more weeks of crutches or that dorky scooter you had. You are the most uncomfortable person I know but you are also my favorite. Thanks for not ending up being super religious and all. This is the cheesiest letter in the world but you deserve it because you are going to be my roommate for the next four years (at least.) Jeez, we have a lot of shit ahead of us. You are the only person I would take 4 buses and an uber to Mckinley for and I having someone to order Jimmy Johns with is always a plus.

So the gist of this letter is you suck and I am moving out. Have a nice life. No, but seriously, let me know when I should plan on sleeping over at your house for winter break.

Peace out,

Your roommate that's 100x cooler than you.

P.S. Do you wanna watch New Girl or Gilmore Girls tonight? I am fine with either. But you kind of need to finish Gilmore Girls so we can talk about the New episodes. But New Girl is funnier. Hard decision man. :)