1. Movie Nights
When we are not overwhelmed with English papers, psychology reading, and writing articles, we sometimes cuddle up (and by cuddle I mean sit a solid foot apart from each other) on our severely ratchet, partially padded futon and watch the classics. So far we have watched Twitches, Hocus Pocus, Halloweentown, and The Clique.
2. Transforming into Olivia Pope
We have recently started drinking everything out of wine glasses, including sparkling grape juice, to create the illusion of class. While we don’t have a Gettysburger in Atlanta, we do go through multiple bags of popcorn a night, so we’re basically Olivia Pope, right?
3. As soon as your roommate leaves, you try on all of their clothes.
I recently confessed to doing this, and she admitted that she does the same thing. Our hotel room-turned-dorm transforms into a Vogue runway as soon as one of us goes to class. I’m talking outfit combinations upon outfit combinations. I have created at least ten different all black outfits to embrace my inner city girl and match my style with my personality: dark and twisty.
4. Make them do stuff you don’t want to do.
Our dorm hall is cursed with plumbing problems. I won’t go into the details, or you might projectile vomit on your computer screen, but maintenance workers regularly bang on the door in the wee hours of the morning. They are so loud that there is no possible way you can’t wake up, but I always pretend I’m in an incredibly deep sleep to avoid the responsibility of opening the door and showing my puffy-morning-eyed, retainer face to the masses.
5. Sit at your respective desks for hours without talking to each other.
We’ve probably gone six hours of sitting in the same room and not saying a word to each other. One time I apparently walked into the room, looked her in the face, turned around and sang to myself for a solid 15 minutes. While I do not recall this ever happening, my roommate swears that it did.
6. Watching "The Office" so much that you turn into Michael and Dwight.
My roommate has begun to say “that’s what she said,” and I don’t know how much more of it I can take. I have the same glasses as Dwight and know some facts about wild animals. The resemblance is uncanny.
7. "Just Dance" competitions.
During the first few weeks of school, the amount of times we played “Get Low” on Just Dance was concerning. Many almost-asthma attacks later, we decided to take a break on the dancing for a little while.
8. Deal with her horrible music taste.
Spotify Discover Weekly has allowed so many of us to branch out in our music selection, finding new artists and broadening our interests, yet some people fail to take advantage of the array of opportunities the online music community offers. When my friends do something I don’t like, I punish them by blasting Nickelback songs. However, my methods of discipline do not seem to faze my roommate—a blatant warning sign that she is dangerous and cannot be trusted.
9. Lock each other out of the room.
Joking around went from zero to 100 real quick when my roommate handcuffed my hands behind my back, pushed me out of the room, and locked the door. My neighbors happened to come out of their room and saw me hitting the door with my head and threatening to put my roommate’s clothes in a shredder. Could that be why our neighbors never want to hang out with us?
10. She buys you your first Krispy Cream doughnut.
This was a precious moment I will remember forever. After accompanying me on a shopping venture at my favorite store, Trader Joes, we drove past a lit up “Hot Doughnuts Now” sign. After making a comment about how I’ve never tried a Krispy Kreme doughnut, she made me turn the car around and go back. She bought me many life-changing doughnuts, and I repaid her by giving her money to a homeless man. Life tip: always be extra generous to homeless people when you’re giving away other people’s money.
11. You never let her forget her past.
My roommate insisted that people in college would call her by her full name instead of the countless high school nicknames she has. Naturally, I made it as difficult as possible for her to start fresh in college and regularly improve my storytelling abilities by recounting embarrassing things she did in high school. Yes, I’m the past, and I’m coming back to bite.
12. You wonder if she actually likes you or wants to kill you.
This week, she texted me a screenshot of a news article titled “A Roommates’ Fight over Fried Chicken Turns Deadly.” Still can’t figure out if she is trying to warn me or what.
