Chin up, buddy!

Hey pal, what's wrong? You haven't seemed yourself since I saw you this morning, right after you thoughtfully packed me that bag lunch and accidentally put it in your own backpack. Don't worry, I got it - and the surprise twenty dollar bill was such a sweet touch! And last week I heard you complaining to your mom on the phone about the ineptitude and inflexibility of the student housing office, when it was they who randomly paired us as roommates three semesters ago. (Has it really been so long? It seems it was just yesterday that I snuck my dirty gym clothes into your clean laundry as a best friends prank for the first time!)

I know the last month has been stressful for both of us. We both worked so hard to land that internship; be glad I got it instead of you, because it is seriously boring there. And it only pays nine dollars an hour. When I asked for a raise they tried to sell me some load about "getting college credit and work experience", as if those things could somehow be magically converted into my share of the rent (which I will get to you soon, but only if all of my eBay bids fall through).

Saturday night you acted like you didn't want to talk when I got home from going out with that girl - you know, the girl from your biology class who you've been working up the courage to ask out? Lana, or whatever? Well, it's lucky you finally invited her over for a study session, and that she immediately agreed to go grab dinner with me instead, because I was able to really talk you up while we were eating. I told her about your computer screensaver with all the different sea shells on it, and about how you make that awesome fake gagging noise when you brush your teeth. You know what? It was like that Keanu Reeves movie, "Much Ado About Nothing", the one where Denzel Washington talks to Kate Beckinsale about how great the guy from "Dead Poets Society" is, so that she'll want to marry him. At least I think that's what's going on, they wrote that movie in like old English or something.

Anyway, I told her your deal. And she's way cool - you have chosen well. She even has our same sense of humor! For example, when I was telling her about you, she kept asking if you were gay! Hilarious! I gave her your number and told her to call you, but she said she'd rather just call me, which I totally get because I'm kind of like the matchmaker for you two. So listen for my phone! I just changed my ringtone to that clip I recorded of you singing that song from "Carousel" in the shower. That was so funny when you did that.

I'm really worried about you. Last night when I came into your room around 3:00 and played that rap I recorded for you on my computer, as a best friends surprise, you pretended to be asleep, but I thought I could hear you crying. I hope you know that you are the stone-cold puppy-loving death angel I was rapping about in all twelve verses of that song. It's all about you!

Tomorrow morning, let's go for a run, and you'll feel better once you get your heart rate up (can I borrow your running shoes? Or, you know what, I wore them all last week, so you can wear them. Never mind.) I'll even go slow for you, because I know you hurt your ankle when we did that awesome best friends trick the other day, the one where I tripped you in front of the women's volleyball team and you acted like you had no idea it was happening. Great job, by the way, they totally bought it!

I want you to know that I talked to the student housing office, and (drumroll!) they've approved our housing arrangements for next semester! My cousin will be moving in with us, which means you and I get to share the room with the bunk beds in it (my cousin is really bipolar, so he needs his own room)! Summer won't be able to pass quickly enough!

Well, I'm going to meet Lana for lunch. How much you want to bet she has a million questions about you to ask me? Sorry this voice mail is kind of short - I'll just turn on this new rap I've been working on and leave my phone in front of the speaker. This one's for you, roomie!