My roommate and I have a hilarious friendship. We're the type of people who don't do touchy-feely and insult each other daily, but I'd still go crazy if someone didn't treat my roomie like she's royalty (I'm looking at you, Marine ex-boyfriend). My roommate moved out most of her stuff from our dorm, and I miss her "stupid" face already. Since she decided to leave me to my own devices, I've decided to remind her of the wonderful times we've had. I also may or may not have wanted to remind her that she's stuck with me for life.
When I first met her.
She was (and still is) very kind and sweet. I knew we would get along right away, but there was just one pesky little problem I had: she was way too nice. I decided that I couldn't deal with that nonsense and formulated an "evil" plan to toughen her up. Considering some of the sass I've gotten from her lately, I'd say I did a pretty good job.
The moment she figured out she was stuck with me.
I kept my true personality under wraps for the first two weeks so she wouldn't run for the hills. After that, she figured out that I was sassy, far too candid for my own good and a downright "evil" genius. The sad part is, she decided to room with me again senior year. People always asked her how she was able to handle me. Her answer: "I'll let you know when I figure that out."
All of the pranks I pulled.
OK, so I never pulled anything this extreme, but there was this time I got four hours of sleep and threw paper airplanes at her while she was studying. There was also that time I chucked Cheerios at her for making spring break plans without me. Those were the happiest moments of my life, especially when she gave me this look:
Roommate "plop time" and "nap time" were totally boss.
In answer to your question, "plop time" is where each of you lie in your own bed or the floor (no judgment) and you take a breath. Considering Muskingum's steep hills, plus the weight of your book bag, you got your day's cardio and "plop time" became a beautiful event of the day. My roomie and I would do this almost daily, and we would laugh about hilarious things that happened. Sometimes, "plop time" turned into "nap time," and it was glorious.
All of my terrible puns.
From hysterical to downright terrible, I always managed to make her laugh with my puns. Thanks for enduring all of them, especially during my radio show. (Yes, I was a radio DJ for a hot second. That's a story for another time).
The times we did nice things for each other.
Some days, we would get these feelings of niceness that lasted for like two and a half seconds (known as two point five to us) and place something on the other's desk. It never failed that when either of us saw what was on our desk, we'd look at the other and go, "What is this?" The answer was always "poison," before shrugging and turning away. For all the times she got me a cookie from the dining hall when I worked closing shift at my job, the "Easter basket" she made me and the little notes of encouragement really made college life easier.
There are so many other wonderful memories she and I shared, but it would probably take a million years to cover all of them. She was the nicest, most chill roommate a girl could ever ask for, and I thank her for being awesome.
