Living with roommates is always an adventure. Whether or not it's a good one is up for you guys to decide. For us, it's a perpetual cycle of constantly telling at each other that we'll do the dishes when we get home from class, and then being slightly pissed and also ashamed when we find that they've been done before then. For a week, I've lived with not just one, but two roommates. We're an interesting bunch with wildly different habits and personalities. I have not had a dull moment since being here.

Today was the first day that we've spent the majority of our time with one another. Some people might expect an apartment full of girls to go crazy and sing karaoke in to our wine glasses or something. Well, I hate to inform you, that's not how today went.

Instead, while one of us was off being an adult at work, the other two didn't leave their rooms for quite a while. In fact, I watched Netflix in my room, only to come out and binge watch Netflix with my roommate Katie in our living room. It was fantastic, so when our third roommate came home, she was beyond glad to join us (after a three hour nap, of course).

Then something big happened. In the TV show, not in our lives, but aren't they actually the same thing? Anyways, this couple in the show we'd been binge watching had an entire episode of will they won't they get engaged? Well, I'm happy to announce that after three seasons of tearing my heart in to shreds, yes, they are getting married.

And what I noticed was this: all three of us, all in our early twenties are slumming it in bum clothes, yelling at the screen about how he didn't propose. And then he did, in a way that none of us expected. What happened next was all of us took in a huge breath of air, clutched on to our pillows and/or blankets, and just. Held our breath. With anticipation, we listened to every sappy word that came out of the characters mouth. There might have even been one or two tears wanting to form. Then, when the main character accepted, we erupted in to a fit of slapping the arms on the armchair, squealing, or just yelling obscenities at the screen.

Either way, it was stereotypical, and none of us regret it. We had to pause Netflix in order to eat dinner, where we discussed what we had just watched over a delicious crockpot dinner. We were laughing, dancing to the instrumental 'mood music' that Katie put on her phone. We call it Family Dinner.

It's only been a week, and I'm already being serenaded by my roommates to the theme song of this show. Don't worry, friends, I'm glad to be stuck with you.