To my Grey’s Anatomy obsessed, “Everything is Glue” singing, weird as heck partner in crime for the last year,

Thank you. You were an A+ roommate. Between dealing with my ever-expanding collection of both plants and aquatic organisms, and my weird smelling “this is the only thing I can eat without extreme pain and suffering” rice mac and cheese, you did a great job at loving me through my quirks.

Honestly, I wasn’t expecting a roommate. And, to be honest, I wasn’t really hoping for one either. But I got you, and that was far better than living alone. After all, what would I do with all the posts I see about dogs, if I didn't forward them to you.

You introduced me to a world of youtube videos I never knew I needed in my life, and, to be quite honest, I probably still don’t need in my life. But they’re there now, so I’m stuck with them. And, to be honest, they were pretty great. I mean, I might be quoting “Everything is glue” for the rest of my existence, but it’s fine. Totally fine.

Not to mention that, in terms of the aforementioned aquatic organisms, you did better research on them than I ever could to make sure they lived a long and happy life. Rimone thanks you. As does Leah, Taloui, Chalom, and Amanoot (Note: these names all look more aesthetically pleasing in hebrew, I promise). Who knew that fish have a circadian rhythm? Not me, obviously.

I know my side of the room always looked like a very small tornado blew through it, but you did a good job of dealing with that too. Besides, I made you look like the neat roommate. Which you were anyways, but shhhhh…

There are a lot of quirky things that I probably won’t miss next year. Like Bernie, your social action figure staring at me while I’m trying to do things. Or Luna Lovegood. Or any of your other action figures/pops/etc. Or a whole army of dogs, even though they were cute. Honestly, I thought it was hysterical. Though it might have freaked some study partners out.

Thank you for staying with me when I had to go to the hospital, which was admittedly a lot of times. I know it wasn’t nearly as fun as Grey’s anatomy, but at least we had the nurses station near us that one time? We got all the good gossip, even though half of it was about me.

On that note, thanks for getting me caught up on Grey’s Anatomy, if even unofficially and begrudgingly. And let’s not forget that time that I came back to the room to get changed during one of my classes, with my BCI group behind me, and you were sitting on your bed crying about Grey’s Anatomy. Let me tell you, I freaked out until I realized you were talking about a television show.

Thank you for being there through my various diagnoses of the year. You ended up with a bizarre roomie, but you dealt with it in stride. Thanks for taking me out to get ice cream when I was upset over an ended friendship, and thank for putting up with the 8000 reasons I found to go to Petsmart once a week.

Honestly, if I don’t get weird shared links from facebook from you next year, I’ll be disappointed. I mean, like, to be fair, we sent most of those when we were both unwilling to get out of bed in the morning. Which brings me to the next thing- thank you for dealing with a rooster every morning. It’s an annoying alarm tone, but it does the trick.

There’s a lot of other things that I’m sure you know but that I can't write for various reasons (including an ability to cry at everytging recently), you know I love you for those things too.

And remember, “you should keep your an cermet at temprtrue BOILING.”

It’s been real,

Fred

(P.S.- I fully expect visits from you on the reg next year. Especially since I’m going to be living close to Sociology HQ.)