Dear college roommate, I hope you don't hate Christmas music because you're going to be hearing an awful lot of it.
Not that I'm obsessed with Christmas or anything. It's just that as soon as it becomes cold enough to put on a sweater or a pair of nice long socks without breaking a sweat, I have a tendency to break out my "HOLLYDAYS ARE HERE AT LAST" playlist and start dancing fairly obnoxiously to Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas Is You". I honestly mean it when I say I apologize in advance for all you are going to end up dealing with. You must be a saint. From the extreme procrastination to all the times you are going to have to force me to study (because if you love me, you will force me). Not to mention the incredible amount of pictures. I still wonder how one person manages to put so many pictures on a wall and yet not look crazy doing it. People tell me it's cool. They enjoy looking at the pictures and think I have them organized in a cool way but I think it's just me pouring a little bit of myself onto a wall. In other words I think it looks insane, but it still makes me happy!
I haven't shared a room with anyone since the beginning of fourth grade when we moved and my sister and I finally had our own rooms. Since then I've become pretty accustomed to having my own space. But still I cannot wait to readjust again when moving day arrives and it's once again time to have a roommate.
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