Friday, January 10, 2014

Roomies Giveaway!

Yesterday I told you all about why I loved Roomies by Sara Zarr & Tara Altebrando. Today's your chance to enter to win a copy!

**As long as you have a US mailing address and are at least 13 years old. And have your parents' permission if you're under 18!**




Thanks to the lovely people at NOVL (Little, Brown Books for Young Readers) I have a copy of Roomies to give away.

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Even if you don't win, you still have a chance to see Sara & Tara on tour. Especially if you live in Utah. We have two tour dates! You know I'll be there at the Provo Library next week. Who's with me?
  • January 12, 2014 – New York, NY: McNally Jackson [venue link]
  • January 15, 2014 – Salt Lake City, UT: The King's English [venue link]
  • January 16, 2014 – Provo, UT: Provo Library [venue link]
  • February 4, 2014 – San Francisco, CA: Books Inc, Opera Plaza [venue link
  • February 5, 2015 – Petaluma, CA: Copperfield's Books [venue link]
And now, for a roomie story of my own!

Roomies really made me reflect on all the different roommates I had in college. (There were fifty. I know.)

Seriously, you guys. 50 roommates.

I've thought a lot about which ones to write about. There was the girl who slept with her eyes open. And the girl who told our other roommates I had an eating disorder because I used to hang out in the bathroom and read. (it was the only private place in the whole place). There were the girls who actually did have eating disorders, and one apartment where we could never keep enough toilet paper in stock.

There was the girl who was dating one guy and then eloped with a different one, and came back to the apartment and eventually said "I should probably break up with my boyfriend." I wasn't there when she explained to the first guy that she'd have to stop seeing him because she had gotten married earlier in the day.

There was the roommate who used to listen to this Josh Groban CD every night & I loved falling asleep to that music. And the same roommate who drove me to the airport all hopped up on cold medicine because my original ride forgot about me. And another roommate who I woke up at the crack of early because I needed help with something, and she didn't ask any questions. She just got up and got dressed and hopped in my car. Everyone needs roommates like those two.

Or the other college friend who was never technically my roommate, who flew two time zones to come out to my wedding. And the morning of she pumped my gas because in her words "You can't pump your own gas on your wedding day!" (Protip: Fill your tank the day before)

And then there were my freshman roommates. Although these two were never my room-roommates, either.

I'm in the middle
But we hung out all the time. (Confession: I had two freshman room-roommates. One of whom I can't even remember her last name). But I remember these guys' last names. We braved American Heritage together. We ate greasy grilled cheese sandwiches in the Cougar Cove and drank IBC root beer from the bottle. We watched old movies in The Varsity Theater and stayed up all night and went to bed after the cafeteria opened and we'd had breakfast. I was there when the blond met her husband. I was there when the redhead started dating her husband. (These were both during our freshman year).

We did everything together, until we didn't. There was never any sort of falling out. We pretty much always got along. We were just brought together by life and circumstance and housing assignment, and it was awesome. I could not have asked for better freshman friends. And then we all kind of drifted into our individual lives. One finished college in three years, I ended up going for two degrees in six years, and the other is hoping to finish her degree some day. I spent every day with these same two people for a year. And now I mostly keep up with them on Facebook.

I think that's one of the great/weird/unique things about college roommates. Even if you don't end up having a shared present, you'll always have your shared past. And that's not a bad thing.

7 comments:

  1. I never really had any roommates. However, I had a very close group of friends I would consider roommates. One of the last nights of the semester we went out to our favorite late night pizza and beer places and decided to steal their sign. I was impressed that we never got caught and I remember walking back into the dorms with that sign and the front desk person just raising their eye brows.

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  2. haha I love it! I have about a million follow up questions if you see this comment. Was the sign outside? Or did you guys walk out of the restaurant with it and no one noticed?
    That's one of those perfect college tales. Thanks for sharing. :)

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  3. Once, my roommates left all my dirty dishes in the middle of my room as a not so subtle hint for me to wash them. Really? I wasn't THAT bad!

    Once, we all dragged our mattresses out to the patio/deck thing and had a slumber party.

    Once, we decided to act like we killed ourselves over finals and sent the pictures to our missionarys/boyfriends/significant others, so we posed deadlike on the sidewalk and took pictures from the top level looking down.

    Once, we had an all out funeral for a roommates car before it was towed away.

    Once we went to a 20s dance and one of my roommates made flapper dresses for ALL of us!

    I had some really fun roommates and I don't really keep up with any of the. So sad.

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  4. P.S. I haven't read Roomies yet, but maybe I'll get back on my Life Story band wagon and post the pictures that go with the above stories!

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    1. I would love to see that! Those are some fun stories. :)

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  5. Yay for awesome college roommates! And yay for when you are lucky enough and blessed enough to stay friends with them in the present too. :)

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  6. I haven't had any roommates, but I've been hearing a bunch of weird stuff. So I'm wary of the college years. Haha
    Hopefully the people I end up with are more amusing than irritating!

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