Roommates

Tonight I was sitting in the living room of my apartment with my computer on my lap, with two of my roommates doing the same thing. The TV was on and no one was watching it. We three tend to somehow end up in the same spot while "doing homework," whether that be in the living room, at the kitchen counter, or in the library. Usually this is how the beginnings of these meetings go:


Me- "I hate homework."
Claire- "Me too. I'm losing."
Me- "Damnit Claire! Don't mention spider solitaire or I'll play it too! Now look what you've done. Now I'm playing it."
Claire- "Pah! Not my fault! It's actually YOUR fault you got me addicted to this stupid game."
Katie- "Look at all these books I have to read. I hate thesis stuff."
Claire- "You should learn how to play spider solitaire, I can't believe you dont know how."
Me- "Yeah Katie! Learn! It'll be good for you."
Katie- "No."
Me- "Fine. I want wine. Claire? Would you like some wine?"
Claire- "No..."
Me- "Are you suuuure? It's really good!"
Claire- "No... okay fine. I love wine."


And then we drink wine and go about procrastinating our homework. On this particular night, I had my iTunes playing in the background. And then a Backstreet Boys song came on. And of course, we three had to go through all the good Backstreet Boys AND N'sync songs, singing them loudly and hand dancing in our seats, reminiscing about middle school, before we could even begin to think about our looming homework again. We were very surprised that Julie didn't come out of her room and give us her usual look. The oh-god-these-girls-are-crazy-alcoholics-I-cant-believe-I-live-here-but-I-like-them-anyways look.

The thing about roommates is that they're like your stand-in family for about 8 months out of the year. This is a pretty significant time period, and because of this, they become a significant part of your life; the people you stay up late with and talk about your problems to, the people you drink wine with at the end of the day, the people who you convince to go with you to buy that 5 dollar pizza because you can't eat it all yourself, the people who come with you to get a tattoo... the people you bitch to about all the crap you have to do. It's times like these, when I'm singing Backstreet Boys at the top of my lungs, that I think we're crazy, but of course in the best way possible, because we get each other and that's all that really matters.