College roommates can be a blessing or a curse. Most of us living in a dorm get thrown in with whoever the system tries to "match" us with, even though 50 percent of the time, it's probably not a good match. I got lucky, however, and got to room with a girl that was almost as crazy as I was, even though we were pretty much complete opposites.

I didn’t think we’d get along, at first. Mainly because I’m a hard person to get along with in general, and I don’t like people all that much anyway. We didn’t really even fight, although later I found out that you didn’t like me for that first month. But somehow we found out we were both really weird and then the inside jokes never stopped.

I probably got on your nerves a lot of the time, and you definitely got on my nerves sometimes too, but then we’d take a nap (in my case, sometimes two) and everything would be okay. Thanks for all the things you let me do, like steal your food, distract you from homework and sing at you to Stevie Nicks with that scarf. I know I’m a joy to be around (just kidding). Thanks for letting me tell you about my creepy obsession with Steve Rogers and complain about my chemistry classes.

From trips to Hobby Lobby to showing up places at the wrong time, we always had fun. You are the only person I know that can tell me the names of 90 percent of the people I pointed out on campus, their hobbies and what floor they live on, even though they didn’t know you and y’all have never spoken in your entire life. You should probably get a job with the FBI or something. Our favorite thing to do was to complain about everything and anyone when we got back to our room.

Our only talents were baking cookies, ordering pizza and singing that one Taylor Swift song. "Treat yourself" was our motto.

I’m not sure how we didn’t get tired of each other every week since I saw you every single day, but we made it through two years of living together. In all honesty, I'm still a little confused how.