Yesterday, Emjo and I were drinking our wine, playing the N Sync Christmas cd (I am NOT fucking Scrooge) and I realized that I need to write a blog about her because she is the best roommate and friend ever. It boggles my mind to think that we were random roommates freshman year, had to live in a small ass dorm room for 9 months, and we still love each other. Not only that we are still friends, but how close we still are. I guess that living in that small space could either make or break you, and it definitly made us. On our floor, there was so much drama, with roommates hating each other, moving out and never talking about, or people who just got annoyed with their roomies, but that never happened with us. We always talk about how weird it is that we've never gotten in a fight with each other. Sure, we annoy the fuck out of each other, but I can just tell her to shut the fuck up, and it's no hard feelings. When I decided to go to NIU for school, this other girl I knew was coming here too, and she wanted to room together. I can promise you all that if I had had to live with her, I would be in jail right now for first degree murder. She asked me if I wanted to be roomies, and me being a pansy said "Sure!" She asked me to bring in all this info to school later in the week that we needed about each other if we wanted to room together. She asked me if I had it a few days later, but I lied and said my mom had already sent my roommate info without telling me. Phew, crisis avoided.
So I get to college on move in day, and I meet Emily. She is the exact opposite of me. Short, tan, skinny - she looked like a cheerleader or something. Our parents leave, and it's just me and her, and we're talking, getting to know each other. She's from a small town of 1,500 (her graduating class was less than 70), has a boyfriend of about 2 years, loves N Sync, was a dancer on a team in high school, doesn't drink that much and goes to bed early. Me = from a town of 3 million, had 500 girls in my graduating class, don't have a boyfriend, did nothing in high school, loves Bob Dylan, likes to drink and is an insomniac. Emily and I really are the poster chilren of opposites attracting. I still remember the first time I went to take a shower in the dorms, I wore my clothes to the bathroom, changed into my towel there, then took a shower, putting my clothes back on before going to the room. Before long we were changing in the room and it didn't faze us one bit. We still get a kick out of how shy we both were at first. It took us a few months to really get close, but by 2nd semseter we did everything together. We got our nose pierced together to seal the friendship in March, went to eat dinner every night and she got me hooked on American Idol and The Bachelor.
Everyone on our floor loved hanging out in our room because they thought we acted so funny together. There was no drama, and you knew we weren't bitching about each other behind our backs, like everyone else was doing with their roommates. Our last night on the floor was one of the best. We basically trashed the whole floor along with our other friends and had a sleepover that night by pushing our pullout beds next to each other for the night. I was the only pansy who cried the next morning when I was leaving. It was so sad though. I was leaving all my friends, and even though I knew all of us would still be friends (and we all are today) I would miss just going next door and knocking on Ben's door, smoking in the lounge with Justin, getting caught smoking pot with Chris, feeding Joel all the time with Snickers Ice Cream bars, playing Kirby with Steve, borrowing Stephanie's jeans and boots, having Chandler burn cds for me, watching Super Troopers in Nick's room and most of all talking to Emily on AIM even though we were 2 feet away from each other. We still do that today, being in different rooms, but it's just not the same. Haha, goddamn we were losers, but we were the queens of the floor. All the other girls were prissy little bitches, or never came out of their room. I was the only girl who smoked pot and cigarettes, so I made friends with all the guys easily. I guess it helped that we fed the boys whenever we had food, or took care of them when they got sick, but someone had to be the mom goddamnit. Only I was the mom who got my room searched for pot, would stay up all night until my 9 am class and did beer bongs.
But I really do love Emily. We didn't get to live together last year, but I love living with her again this year. We know each other so well that we're perfect for living together. Plus it helps she has her sister's ID and can buy beer for us. Too bad I won't ever see her once she turns 21 in December. Damn you mom and dad for making my birthday so godddamn late in the year. Emjo says some of the most random stuff that makes me laugh my ass off. Yesterday she goes "Did you ever throw up inside your mouth, and then swallow it back down? I just did that." Haha, that the fuck Emily. Or the best was when she goes, "I fucking hate Tony. I would piss in his mouth if I could." Like pissing in his mouth would REALLY show how angry she was. That my friends, is one of my future bridesmaids. We start talking about how next year will be our last year living together, and it makes me want to cry. I don't want to graduate college goddamnit. I always make fun of 5th year, or 6th or even 7th year seniors, but I would be one in a second to avoid going into the real world to get a job. Ok, this is far too long, but I needed to tell the whole world about Emily because she is the best lady ever. I wish you all had an Emjo in your life, bitches.