ode to the roomie

today marks a very sad day. it is reading day...the day the university sets aside for students to devote to studying for exams. that means exams are here, which means the end of the school year is here, which means its almost time to move out of the dorm, which means that seven days from now, megan will no longer be my official roommate. but of course, rather than studying (because who likes to do that?), i have written a poem to commemorate our time together as roommates. please read this poem as if it were written by a fourth grader.

and now, without further ado, i give you "ode to the roomie":

we didn’t know eachother at all;
the room assignments came and i gave you a call.
we decided to meet up at the mall
and i remember thinking you were really tall.

you moved in early into the room
and realized it was the size of a tomb.
we were upset about our unfortunate doom,
but with a few bright colors, the space bloomed.

we were early to bed, early to rise;
well, at least i was always up at sunrise.
in the future, my schedule I’ll revise
because sleeping in late now seems wise.

one of the first few weeks you had a hot date
with a guy who turned out to be not so great.
every time he im’s you, you get irate;
to the “he he’s” and smilies, you just can’t relate.

from down the hall, amy often comes...
she doesn't walk, she usually runs.
off to eat, she us often summons
we eat strawberries that i pick, but not lemons.

you have a blue bug that you let me drive--
i had wanted one since i was, like, five.
to gavin degraw, we like to jive
until to our destination, we arrive.

for some stupid reason on sunday night,
no dining halls serve dinner…that’s not right.
so we venture out in the bug to get a bite
to eat at some restaurant, so that’s alright.

you like diet coke, i like caprisun,
we like chocolate covered grapes that have been in the sun.
wednesday nights are always fun
because we watch alias, which is my number one.

many of your clothes, people like to borrow
promising that they'll return them tomorrow
maybe someday down the hall you'll tiptoe
to get them back from storage, like that, presto!

back in december we won the contest
to see who could decorate their door best.
the judges were obviously quite impressed
and to us, a game we have yet to play, was bequest.

some people claim that your hair has turned red
and theres rumors to why that has been said.
conversations on that topic have been widespread,
because of some trash that had earlier been shed.

we went camping one weekend, you came tardy
but when we got got back, you still smelled campfirey.
although the weather that weekend was crappy
i promise we'll get out there some time and waterski.

our first year of college, we'll soon finish
and we won't see each other as muchish.
you might grow out of saying words like "mellow mush"
but around me, it will always be normalish.

i know i'm not a very good rhymer
and some of my words could be finer
but i figured this would serve as a nice reminder
that potluck is a great friend finder.

i know, that was moving. *sniff* can someone find me a tissue?