Roommate Number 1

Today is December 4th. On this day in 1995, my roommate Cassidy was born.

Here is the story of how we met:
Setting: The FSU class of 2018 Facebook page, a Monday night.
Olivia sees many people posting about looking for a roommate. She silently makes fun of their 500-character autobiographies.
         Example: "omg so like I'm an (Exercise science/ communications and disorders/ bio) major! I'm          so excited for FSU, Go 'Noles! So In high school I played (Lax/ Soccer/ Field Hockey/ an                       instrument) and I'm definitely going to be working out, so I'll need a roomie who will be my                work-out buddy! Fight the freshman 15! haha so I'm nice and neat and I'm hoping to room in              Wildwood, if you think we'll get along the message me! Go 'Noles!"
Wondering why so many people were looking for roommates and deciding to not simply rely on the survey that FSU provides? Won't the survey know me better than I know me? Surely. So I did some research: Florida State doesn't do a survey: it's completely random! That scares me. SO I decided to post a roommate request. But not your average roommate request, of course because I'm me. I wish I remembered what I said but it was hilarious, trust me.

Anyways, so I write this super-funny post, and who else but Cassidy Randall comments on it. She says "I'd be your roommate but I'll be in London!"

Ever since freshman year when I visited Florida State and was told about the First Year Abroad program, I had been kind of considering it, but I wasn't so sure. SO Cassidy messages me and ends up convincing me to spend my first year abroad in London (side note: I'm saving tons of money by being here, post about that to come). So we start talking and whatnot and realize hey we're both kind of funny and like making fun of people so we could be good roommates.

Time for orientation rolls around and surprise: flying to Florida is expensive. So Cassidy and her mom invite me (and my mom) to drive with them. To Florida. Hey, a 20 hour car trip with your future roommate could only be a good idea, right??

Actually, it was fun. Well as fun as two-day car trips can be. She's got one of those cool moms that likes yoga.

So here we are, in London, rooming together. She's moving to Valencia for next semester, which is why I titled this "roommate number 1"

Don't get me wrong, we do have some fights. For example, she has the worst taste is EVERYTHING. She doesn't like The Princess Bride and claims "Nobody likes the Princess Bride" HARD FALSE. I could write a whole blog post (and probably will) based off of all the things Cassidy doesn't like that every human ever should. But We're about to go to a comedy club to celebrate her birthday.

PS Cassidy made me do this (kind of)