That's good. I'm glad to hear that you're not around her anymore.

Some people are just so strange...:rolleyes:

These roommate stories are horrible, I'm so sorry!!! :(

I myself have had many roommies from hell but I am pretty sure Laura, the meth addict, who punched me in the face and broke my nose took the cake. :rolleyes: :eek:

That's why I live alone!!!

Me too!! I had some bad roomates in college, but thankfully none like people have mentioned here! When I moved to Boston I decided that I needed my own apt!

I had a big psycho housemate. Thank goodness that we didn't have to share a room. She was like that chick from Single White Female. She started to grow her hair like mine, got a perm, and expressed that she wanted to dye her hair red. I was like :mad: but I told her that her hair was the perfect color for her and that she shouldn't change a thing. One day I came home and heard noise from my closet. I thought that something had crawled in there. Something had, my psycho housemate. :eek: Why she was in my closet I could never figure out. Another time she got on the phone with the mother of another problem housemate and told her how she was living with her boyfriend and what an awful situation it was. The answering machine had recorded the entire conversation. When she heard that message she freaked out. That housemate moved out the next semester because she couldn't stand psycho. I recounted that story in this thread.

Psycho hooked up with a guy who never called and clearly wasn't interested in her. I met him six months later, and he was very interested in me. He called a few times. She thought that he was calling for her. I wasn't interested in him. He just didn't do it for me. One day he called when she was out, so I started talking to him. While we were on the phone, she came home. Psycho was standing right behind me, but didn't make her presence known. When I hung up, I saw her and she started to scream at me, "How dare you! You are such an a$$hole! I don't even have his number." This was in front of some of my newly initiated sisters. I was really embarrassed :o and then mad :mad:. She thought that he had called for her. I wasn't interested in him, she was; and he was interested in me, not her. I didn't really know what to do because I was kind of freaked out by her screaming and I didn't want to escalate it. I left. ANother housemate wound up screaming at her for her other backstabbing psycho behavior. I am so glad that she is out of my life. :D The funny thing is she refered to me as her psycho boyfriend stealing housemate. :rolleyes:

Oh my!!! :eek: :eek: :eek:

I actually do have a bad roommate story. When I moved out of my mother's house when I was about 18, I moved in with my cousin(she was like 19). My cousin had a big house of her own, but she had kids. I didn't realize that one of the reasons she was so amped to have me there was because she was NEVER HOME!!! My cousin was a dancer (read=stripper), and she went to work usually about 8-9pm, sometimes the kids would go over her mom's, or sometimes she would ask me "Well if you are going to be home, can I just leave them?"

The problem arose when my cousin just lost ALL morals for herself and started not only dancing, but leaving the club with different guys and when I woke up to leave for work (I worked 7a-3p then), she wouldn't be home. I would be late for work getting the kids dressed and off to school/daycare. Or she would ask if I would be home and that she would be going to the "store", and come back hours later with no goods! I finally got fed up because I felt like I was the kids mother, I was taking the kids to the doctor when they were sick, I was cooking/cleaning/etc....not to mention by this time I had started back to school.

When she DID come home in the wee hours of the morning, there was usually some guy with her...there was always a different car outside(and I am talking big-money rides, Mercedes', mercedes trucks, lexus', BMW X-5, Yukon's, Cadillac's, etc..). One morning I woke up and went to the bathroom, (with only a night-T shirt on), and there was some strange dude laid out on the couch. Apparantly he was the friend to whatever dude my cousin was in there "befriending". So he's like "Damn, who are you...:rolleyes:" He's all up on me, I guess he was thinking that "birds of a feather flock together", and that I was as loose as her...needless to say he got told real quick, and took his ass outside and waited in the car.

I finally found my own spot after like a year, and don't you know her younger sister moved into my room not even a week after I moved out...guess she needed another live-in babysitter. :rolleyes:

Here's a direct quote from a horrible roommate story Lifesaver told a few years back. I'm reposting it because I don't think anyone's roommate can compare to this. And, of course, I still laugh everytime I read it. :)

Here it is:


OK, back by popular demand, the bow and arrow story. After I moved out of the chapter house I got my first apartment (all of you who can remember what it was like to finally have your own apartment, off campus insert feel good feeling here - till the first light bill arrives) anyway, James (pretty much the character Cliff, from Dead Man on Campus) and I were brothers in the house but got tired of the crazyness and moved out. Well James had been about the wildest brother we had, but had tamed down considerably, due to the influence of a lovely young woman, Victoria. Anyway, I needed to move out and decide to take my chances with James. Well, we move in together and all seems cool, till I discover some unique traits James has. First, he loves to be naked. I could tell when he was home because there would be a line of clothes from the front door to his bedroom in this order, shoe, shoe, sock, belt, sock, shirt, pants, skivies. And there James would be, nekid (remember, this is the south) as sin, playing on the computer. Not too, too bad, since he was in his room. But it gets worse, Victoria was naked all the time too, and the slept with the door open, I got up before them, so each day I was greated with a new body part. I never saw so much sack and crack in my whole life. I don't think I know MY body that well. Not the first thing you want to see in the AM as you are trying to choke down out of date OJ.

Anyway, James' fav'o hobby was watching TV on the couch...naked. (We actually refered to him as Naked Boy) But get this he LOVED to play with his balls. No matter who was over. Sittin' on the couch strummin' his nuts. My bedroom door faced the couch, so everytime I'd come out of my room, I got the lovely nut shot.

He gets a snake, knowing I have this huge fear of them (I grew up here in texas. there are no GOOD snakes) and would emerge from his room occasionally with "the look", "uh oh, I cant find the snake." Whence I would evacuate the premises till said snake was found. (I later discovered this was a cruel rouse for him and Victoria to doink on my $350 Ralph Lauren comforter.

One week for initiation and pre-rit he decided to torture all of us (because of the close company the actives spend with each other that week) and not Shower for the ENTIRE WEEK. Let me tell you, this kid was one smelly bast*rd anyway. I can actually remember the last night of pre-rit him sitting on the couch at the house putting his hands in his pants, thumbing his nuts, and then marveling at how bad his balls smelled. he almost got his ass kicked after that stunt when he started putting his hands in other's faces. Anyway, the bow and arrow story.

After much drinking one night by James he decides to walk to the chapter house with his potato gun in hand (if you don't know what one is, it's a piece of PVC pipe with a flint in the end, you jam a potato in one end, open the flint end, spray some aqua net hair spray for propellent, seal it up and twist the flint, launching the potato about 200 yards) Anyway, some dudes we didn't know show up at the house and after they are asked to leave, start some crap. James emerges NAKED on the chapter roof with his potato gun and bow and arrow (a real hunting one) and trys to "defend" the house. Except he was shooting at everyone. (Read- Risk Managment Disaster waiting to happen here) I felt like I was in 1963 at UT when the bell tower guy went nuts. UPD shows up, along with about 25 other law enforcement agencies. James refused to come off the roof. After he had exhausted his supply (limited, thank god)of arows, he pulls out the bag o' potatoes. And procedes to fire them at the officers. They werent about to shoot him, it would have looked too bad in the papers, assualt by starch. So they wait till he uses up all the potatoes, and tackel him on the roof. (not a job I would have volunteered for). it should be pretty obvious james spent several days in jail for that stunt. The only reason he didn't go to the mental hospital is that his mom is a psycologist. After living with him for 9 months I felt like I needed a psychologist.

Oddly enough, the SOB is making like $250,000 a year in Seattle doing programming for Microsoft. Good luck Mr. Gates. You'll need it.

Wow, I thought I had bad roomies in college.

I had issues, not really problems, but issues with my very first roomie in college.

Picture me, well I know you can't but, picture me a happy and giddy freshman arriving at the dorm check in to get my room assignment. When I got it and walked into the room I saw my roomie, who is white, and she had a HUGE Confederate flag spread acroos her bed. My jaw dropped!!! :eek: I'm black. Loong story short for the most part we got along well. It came to an end when she started keeping her horse tack in the room. This was a tiny room that had two half beds and a sink, so there was not much space to begin with. Several angry notes later about the tack she decided to move out.

Ha ha...we would never get along as roommates. I keep the windows cracked and the fan on year round at NIGHT TIME. I'm just too hot. :p And, I'm a fan of some rock music, I have it blasting and I sing along with it....not that meatloaf crap though.

OK, After Doggy to the pound and the clepto there was Southern Belle. (No Offense to all the southerners on GC)

She was a friend of my brother and cousin's from H.S. and had just graduated from GA Tech and moved to L.A. I offered my couch for a couple of weeks so she could scope things out and get the lay of the land.

Well, 6 weeks later, she's still there, we're having the I need you to leave conversations daily, where she claims she'll be out by the weekend.

So I go away for the weekend and come home at like midnight on Sunday night only to find her in MY bed with her MOTHER who was also staying in my TINY TINY TINY apartment and she 1. KNEW I was coming home that night 2. NEVER told me her mother was coming or 3. Asked if it would be OK if she stayed at my house and 4. if it would be OK if they slept in my bed. HAVE these people never heard of HOTELS?

SO I changed the locks a couple of days later. Good riddance.

I get the phone bill a week later. She rang up over $1,000 in phone bills calling her parents in Georgia and Florida.


And folks, I'm not done, there's a few more roomie from hells yet to come. A big reason why I have lived alone for the past 5 years.

We have a distant cousin who overstayed his welcome. He is pretty rich and self-involved and didn't get the point that he should leave. He went to Ireland to visit my grandmother's sister. He wrote to her asking if he could stay for a short visit while he researched some family history. He arrived and never left. He never offered to pay rent or for food or anything. Now my great aunt was a wonderful and generous woman, but even she was getting sick of him. She finally had to tell him that he had to leave because they could no longer afford to feed him. Did he offer her money? No. He left after almost one year. Who does this? That reminds me of the play "The Man Who Came to Dinner" and never left! :rolleyes:

That Lifesaver story is too much! :eek:

I hated my roommate from first year. The place would be constantly trashed, they would smoke in there, and would just make life horrible for me. Add to this that the ass was a large dude.

Well there were a string of incidences that really irked me. One night i got home and i smell something bad. For those of you that have been on the subway in NY you know the smell. It's that disgusting urine smell. I had no idea what was going on. I find the other roommate (who was messy but not disgusting) who tells me to look in the bathroom. The bathroom is covered in newspaper. Yeah, you might be guessing it by now. The freak hick had pissed all over the bathroom and newspapers were put on the floor to absorb it. The newspapers weren't thrown out for 3 days. The kid was a frigging gerbil or something and the bathroom turned into his little cage with newspapers.

Another time I finally decide to use the shower in our place after like a month. I was essentially living with my girlfriend at the time and would rather deal with flowery soap than dirty bathroom. I get out of the shower and my foot is itching. When I wake up, my foot is all puffy. I have no clue what the hell is going on. I'm way too embarassed to tell anyone so I just suck it up and put on my sneakers. Well after loosening up one sneaker, it looked like my foot was about twice as large as yesterday. I have the most painful walk to class after I decide to "walk it off" and i'm sitting there in class constantly scratching my enlarged foot until it just starts to burn. I freak out and hobble over to the hospital. The nurse freaks out when she sees it and they bring me some sort of "specialist" who claims I have some strange heart disorder. Finally they figure out I'm just allergic to something and the something is mold. Yeah, I stepped in some sort of fungus colony in the bath tub. I never used that bathroom again.

Then there was the time that i bring a girl up into my bed (top bunk). She's about to get off the bed and falls over something on his chair and starts saying something about how she was all "wet". I'm thinking she's still horny and then i remember something; hick boy keeps a spit cup because he constantly spits up liquids of various colors of the rainbow. I can never again get with this girl because i know this and i break the news to her when i take her back to her room.

Then there was the porn found on my computer. We're not talking your run of the mill kind of porn. We're talking pregnant lady, old lady, and even rape porn. I start to freak out even more. I put a password on my computer. This causes him great distress as he pulls a knife on me that night. He relents but only to play hank williams jr. all day every day for the next 2 weeks. The only reason he stops is because i take his cd player apart and unhook a few wires.

-Rudey
--Did I mention I was put on housing probation for punching him at the end of the year?

Ever walked in on two of your FEMALE roommates eating each other out?

I did, in my 3rd semester of college.

I was so traumatized that I ended up moving back home.

This was a post from me in December, about my old roomie who actually used to be my best friend.

Insomnia Queen
I've slept 3 and a half hours in 4 days.

Here's some background:
My roommate, whom I live in the same room with at my sorority house, used to be my really close friend until she went crazy a month ago. (One minute we're at the mall, 2 secs later she's yelling at me and saying how since I will never have as much money as her, I act like a spoiled brat to compensate. Then when she tripped in the parking lot, she said it was her attempt to kill herself and she blamed it on me.)
So we don't talk. At all. She doesn't go to class EVER so our favorite game to play goes like this:
12:30- Julie goes to bed.
1 am- PBR (psychobitch roommate) turns on lights
1:01- Julie turns them off.
1:01 and 10 secs- PBR turns on lights, tv, and stereo (Linkin Park, no less) and keeps everything on BLASTING until 5 am.
This is what we've done for the past month, except I don't do it back to her, I just lie in bed and pray that God will take me in my sleep.
Soooooooooooooooooooooo,
At the risk of sounding like a drug addict, SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME SOMETHING I CAN TAKE TO KNOCK MYSELF OUT!!!! Over the counter or something you've made up that works, please help.

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So yeah, I never said how far her psychobitch abilities went. She also bounced $750 in checks to Wal-Mart (Wally world, for god's sakes!!!) and Chung's Chinese Buffet. The prosecuting attorney called my room every day looking for her. She had the second highest amount of parking tix and got her car towed. She refused to give me $$$ for our phone bill and explained that "It's not my fault you get monthly bills." Two weeks ago, she stole $40 from her roommate and said that their room had been ransacked. She cleaned up all the evidence "because she panicked" and fled to St. Louis. Yeah. And she's still living in our house.
She has told everyone that she misses me, but she hates me, and she doesn't want me to pity her which is why she's determined tomake my life a living hell. Not to mention the fact that she's a walking illegal substance drugstore.
Yeah, roomies are the best!!!!!

i'm chokin' someone. you'll find my ass on the news "angry asian man kills roomate for urinating on bed. news at 10."

I cannot believe I'm posting this.
When people ask why I was banned I'll just point to this thread.
-IF YOU GET GROSSED OUT EASILY, DO NOT READ THIS. THIS MIGHT BE THE SICKEST THING YOU'VE EVER READ. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.-

Ok so one of my sisters is notorious for having bad luck with roommates. She's very picky now, and has this questionaire thing you have to fill out if you wanna live with her. Here's why:
Our freshman year, she lived in the nicest dorm on campus. Her roommate, Renee, was super trashy. She was missing a tooth in the front, had greasy greasy hair, and smelled pretty bad (I met her).
It wasn't long before Britt knew that Renee was not her type of person to live with. Renee constantly burped, farted, whatever, and made no apologies about it. For some reason, even though Britt always picked on her, Renee constantly filled her in on stuff she didn't want to know, including sexual fetishes, like the fact that she liked to get peed on.
One night, Renee was like, Britt can I have the room to myself tonite? My fiancee is staying over.
Britt wanted to be nowhere near the room, so she agreed.
The next day, Britt came back and got a detailed description of how Renee had done it doggystyle for the first time last nite and she didn't like it b/c, well, it made her stomach uneasy.
The story ended quickly, however, b/c Renee had such bad cramps from it being 'that time of month' that Britt had to take her to the hospital.
Fast forward a month- they hate each other, Renee moves back to her trailor (literally) w/her fiancee. She's still keeping all of her stuff in Britt's room, though, b/c she's paying for it. (We still can't figure out how she swung paying for both locations, but whatever). There is this sickening smell in the room, and Britt cannot figure out where its coming from. She washes and cleans everything, has the room 'scent bombed' by res. life, and even looks in the walls and ceiling tiles for dead animals. No luck.
Finally, in a last ditch effort, Britt takes off Renee's comforter and sheets to wash them, thinking it's B.O.
She has a heart attack when she discovers a mattress full of brown, red, and yellow stains. Do the math- doggystyle position + being on her period + stomach problems + getting peed on= a stench that stank up an entire room.

And that is why I will never, ever, ever, ever, ever resort to living with a roommate I don't know. It really could be that bad.

Dude, that really sucks. I think Mizzou needs to screen their students better b/c seriously you and I have both had some weird ass roommates...then again there are a lot of weirdos on this campus.....:rolleyes: :(

ONCE AGAIN THIS JUST CONVINCES ME THAT MIZZOU HAS SOME WEIRD WEIRD PEOPLE!!! Omg I think I am going to go vomit. :eek:

You are a nut!

**details at 11...


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Edited to add....WHAT THE FLOCK is up with these people who like to get pissed on? WHY is that enticing? What the hell? I have seen one too many stories about these crazyazzez today!:eek:

LOL FAB I was thinking the same exact thing. We must attract these people or something.....can't Mizzou make a special dorm for them?

Another question-
Has someone ever peggd *you* as a bad roommate????
-M

my roommate is a major cocaine dealer to all the indie rock/mod kids in the allston-brighton area of boston.

the crazy things us kids do for money while in college!

he's non-greek, by the way. ;)

excuse me while i pick my jaw up off the floor. holy schnikes

AXJules:
Really gross! When you say doggy style I ASSume you mean anal sex, right?! The position alone wouldn't make you lose control of your bowels.
But, oh, how disgusting!

Yowza...........

These are some pretty bad ones.

I admit, when I was in college, I was not a good roommate. I was an only child growing up and did not know how to live with people. So I can tell you, I drove some people off that could have been good friends w/ just that whole "loner" and "don't bother me" mentality. I learned a lot later on--especially what I missed.

With that said.......

Anyone else have a roommate that was convicted of conspiracy to commit Murder 1?

That was one of my sophomore year roommates. Let's just say there were problems at home. In addition to stealing copies of the forms I used to replace a lost drivers license, she and her cousin beat her father and stepmother to death, and her kid brother w/in an inch of her life. She didn't come back junior year, and has at least 20 years to go on her sentence.

Thanx to whoever revived this thread--there but for the grace of God go any of us!

Adrienne (PNAM-2003)
:D

Man these stories are horrible! And I thought my roommate was bad because she leaves the cleaning up to me. I guess I don't have it that bad!

On that note, I am moving in with my closest sister in a week. We were smart and laid down rules so we won't be fighting over the stupid things. I hope I won't be posting any horrible stories about our living situation!

Jadey

My roommate is messy as shit. He honestly just doesnt give a shit about anything or anyone. Today i was watching him cook in the kitchen and he opened a beer, let the bottle cap stay where it landed, and then took a knife out of the drawer and left the drawer open. This was all within 4 seconds! He always leaves his dishes in the living room and never cleans up anything unless we all team up on him and force him to. He always leaves his clothes in the dryer for about a week, its so annoying!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wow, SapphireSphinx9, you've got issues...ever consider a single? These stories are a lot to measure up to, but I'll give it a shot:

So, I lived in an on-campus apartment, 6 girls to an apartment, but we each have our own rooms. It's a pretty cool set-up, but there's some drawbacks, starting with somebody we'll call K. K moved in when one of my roommates moved out and I knew her by face, but not much else. Turns out she's got a boyfriend who was in our apartment CONSTANTLY. Of course that pisses me off b/c I don't want to come out of my room in a towel or in my bra first thing in the morning, on my way to the shower, to see him coming out of MY steam-filled bathroom saying, "It's all yours, I'm done." The bathtub was ALWAYS dirty after he started coming over, there was a jet-black ring around the bottom, including the edges of the shower curtains (and we were never able to get that off). K had the nerve to complain that nobody would clean the tub when it's dirty, well it didn't start turning black until her man starting using it! I mean really, visiting's fine, but come on, he sleeps here, bathes here, and has food in our fridge! BROTHA LIVES HERE!!! If you want him to live with us, just ask us it's not that hard. Then to top it all off, her bed was in a corner, and on my side of the wall, my desk and bed met. So it seemed like one too many times, whether I was studying or trying to sleep, all of a sudden there'd be this "scritch-scratch" sound on my wall. The first time, I thought it was coming from the window, but then realized it was coming from the corner. I put my ear to the wall, thinking there was some animal inside the wall or something, only to hear ragged breathing and moaning, on top of the scratching. I tried to ignore it at first, but in between scratches, there's these huge THUDS---girlfriend was punching the wall. I mean these were hard, my wall shook like there was an earthquake going on. She kept hitting it until the light fixture kept flickering and then FELL OUT OF THE WALL. I was so pissed, I kind of lost myself after that. I put my ear to the wall again, and listened until I could tell by her breathing that I was right next to her head. I RAISED MY FIST AND BEAT THE HELL OUT OF THAT WALL!!! There was absolutely no mistaking that message, they shut up sooooo fast. I know, that was so wrong, but it was too funny and I was able to finish studying. It didn't stop there, though, after the second time, I politely told her to keep it down b/c all that noise was interrupting my study/sleep time. She obliged for a few weeks, then went right back at it. But she started turning up the TV really loud, so I couldn't hear the scratching or moaning, but all that did was piss me off that my light and wall were shaking AND I couldn't concentrate because her movie was playing through the wall. I came home late one night and they were going at it so loudly that I could hear them from the kitchen and that's when I just felt disrespected. What if I'd had company over? I slipped her a note under her door telling her that either she move her bed to a different wall and keep it down or I'd file a complaint with our community apt. assistant. (I probably wouldn't have really, but it did the trick). The next day, she moved her bed to the other side of the room, the wall that's against the bathroom. I could still hear them if I went pee in the middle of the night, but I didn't complain, it was good enough for me, at least I could sleep. :rolleyes:

I was fortunate enough to have wonderful roommates. They had their own quirks, but we always managed to work through them. But I definitely had some bad suitemates/apt. mates.

Sophomore year I lived in a co-ed dorm room with my friend Julie. We shared a bathroom with the room next door, which were our friends Caitlin and "Sonya". Sonya had a boyfriend who was in the Navy and was stationed in VA Beach, but you wouldn't have thought that because he was over all the time.
There were a few times when Caitlin tried to fall asleep, and Sonya and her bf were going at it while Caitlin was in the same room! They would also use the shower constantly, and Sonya would use up all of my shaving cream while using the shower with her bf. We've talked to Sonya several times about it, but her excuse was that she "couldn't help it" or she "couldn't control herself". So whenever the bf was in town, Caitlin slept over in our room.

The two eloped about four months ago, and didn't bother to tell anyone, not even their parents.

And I thought mine was bad...

She should've just started heaving textbooks at them while they were at it and said, "You were offending me and I just couldn't control myself." :D

I had the same odd roommate for two years in a row, which was a horrible idea. She is an extremely emotional girl, and on a regular basis I'd come back to the dorm in the middle of the day to find her sitting in the dark, watching something sad on TV and crying. She would also refuse to let any of my friends in the room if she wasn't wearing makeup, so after a while I would only come into our room to sleep or grab something out of there.

While she never did the whole "have sex with her boyfriend while the roommate's sleeping three feet away," she did let him spend the night on occasion, and it was horrible. The man's snoring could've woken the dead, and he made some weird gurgling noise all night that was disgusting (I think it was related to his acid reflux). Needless to say, when he was over, I would either sleep at a friend's, or sleep with my headphones on.

After my plans to live with a good friend didn't work out for my sophomore year, I didn't have much choice but to live with this girl again. Big mistake. In the dorms freshman year, she would keep stuff piled on her side of the room, to where you couldn't move around on her half of the room. This should've tipped me off, not to mention the fact that she came from a less than great family where no one cleaned ever. I was still shocked at how gross the girl was when we moved into our new apartment! She would leave bowls of cereal in her room for months on end, not clean up after the cat, and pile dishes up in the sink (rather than using the perfectly good dishwasher). I would come home and she'd have all kinds of candles lit to cover up her nasty stench... why not just clean?

To give her a little taste of her own medicine, I stopped staying there, coming home only for the occasional meal and to change and shower. I never took out the trash or put away my dirty dishes for about a month (this was after about 6 months of cleaning up after her). I think she finally got the point, but her and I don't speak anymore.

ETA: I'll be living with two sorority sisters this coming year, so things will be much much better!

LOL, I had a friend whose roommate last year was like that. When another girl and I went up to his room once, his roommate was sure enough, on his bed, naked, covered with just a sheet, with his eyes glued to World of Warcraft II. Apparently, he didn't do much else, and he even missed class just to lay around naked and play World of Warcraft II all day.

My bad roommate situation was just a complete mismatch--my roommate was in a different honors program than me, but it was the same one that most of the girls on our hall were in. Anyway, I had these chicks who made up a floor-wide clique in and out all the time, asking me "is [roommate] there?" Grr, arrgh. Plus, I'm a study-in-the-room person, and of course, I'm going to get extremely PO'ed when the hall clique decides to play with crayons outside MY DOOR that's on MY HALF OF THE ROOM on the day before my big huge Spanish test. Plus, I got stuck with a light sleeper. Pardon me, I live in the honors dorm and I can't work in my own room, and my roommate, after going all year probably talking who-knows-what behind my back to the hall clique (who to me, were all acquaintances because I never had any of their classes and their honors college program had WAY less work during Freshman year), decides to really make a big deal out of the fact that she can't sleep at all when I use the computer at night (because every insomniac should know that typing across the room is noisy? heck no!) the WEEK BEFORE FINALS.

And it was just a mismatch to begin with--liberal arts/science, hard honors freshman load/light freshman honors load, football is life!/"I have homework," heavily involved in campus orgs/"honors and some Bible studies are more than enough," never works out and hates the smell of sweat/always works out, etc. We hardly had any interests in common at all, so that didn't help the situation at all.

I'm the one who got blamed for everything--"you should study somewhere else or go to bed." What the banana? That's why I applied to live in the honors dorm, stupid. If she'd have been ballsy enough to really bring up the fact that this wasn't working earlier, I could have switched rooms to a fellow insomniac or at least a more flexible person. I felt like I was always kicked out of my own room, plus when I had friends from out of the dorm over to do anything, I hated being on the first floor at all, so I was stuck in the lobby. When I invited over an environmental major to help me figure out the questions for that final, I was interrupted with friends' random comments on the MRS Degree because we were out in the lobby, there for the pestering.

Needless to say, I spent many a night at the end of last year sleeping on the floors in friends' rooms who were a little more flexible about studying/light/noise and who didn't live on the cliquey hall who probably heard up and down how much of a weird b I was.

(Plus the environmental major was kind of cute! Nooooo!!!)

ETA: a funny story from my high school English teacher, a former RA at WSU:
Sometimes while she was doing rounds in the dorm, she would notice this fellow who had no rhythm while going at it at all. It was the room directly above hers in a co-ed dorm, and from time to time, she'd notice a "thump..........thumpthump...thump...thumpthumpthu mp................THUMP.....thumpTHUMPthumpthump" from above. Must've been painful for the poor chick with him!

For some reason my first two years of school I was blessed with some strange roommates.

The one I had sophomore year was really bad though. There were three of us in an apt, a single and a double. I was lucky enough to be in the double. First of all, my roommate, was just weird, I dunno what is was, but she was odd. Secondly, she smelled. Her side of the room didn't, but she did.

When we started school she was dating this guy, he was really nice. Then for some reason in January they broke up. Now my boyfriend lived like in the next building over, so I really didn't spend that much time in my own room. But I was lucky enough to be there they day they broke up. I swear I thought she was going to break our door slamming it so hard. It was one of the worse breakups I've seen, yelling, screaming, etc. I didn't know what was up.

Then she started dating random guys, whatever you flow. Just don't do anything while i'm in the room ya know. We didn't get along, but whatever, I wasn't really living there anyhow being young and in love at the time. But the thing that took the cake, one morning when i came back to shower and go to class she had a random guy in her bed OLD ENOUGH TO BE MY FATHER and HIS 6 YEAR OLD DAUGHTER WAS ASLEEP ON OUR COUCH!:eek:

Needless to say I was so grossed out, I quickly grabbed some clothes, showered and changed in the bathroom and ran out with my books w/o even drying my hair. Thankfully I told a sister about it since housing wouldn't let me move and she was like "come stay here anytime" (none of my roommates were greek).

I used to think i was the cursed roomate though b/c both freshman and sophomore years my roommates broke up with their boyfriends and then decided they wanted to date every guy.

My roommate and I were laughing so hard when we were reading these last night. We realized how perfect we were to have each other as roommates. Now the other two girls we live in...wow. But that is another story for another day. I need to do some googling.

Just wanted to let you know I'm having fun reading and I hope I'll be able to compare. ;)

Ewwwwww...OK, I can't say that I haven't been warned!

My roomate freshman year started off really cool. She was an inhouse legacy for a certain sorority and her sister was a senior in the chapter so first semester (we have deferred recruitment) she was a saint, I think she didn't want them to see the real her!! Then she kinda went crazy. She drank alot, acted stupid, didn't have time for me, etc. She inevitably broke my boyfriend and I up with a huge lie after her boyfriend had dumped her, then her and my ex hung out all the time. Like he would come up to our dorm room on Saturdays (only day boys could be in our dorm) to pick her up and say two words to me.
THEN, One time she was deathly sick, I mean puking, couldn't breathe, fluid running out of every opening on her head, disgusting. I brought her medicine, filled a prescription, went to our room only to sleep, got ready in the community bathroom instead of our room, would walk around in the dark with no shoes so as not to wake her, etc. The next week, I got whatever she had and she was better. She came home every day while I was sleeping with food from the cafeteria (she loved cabbage) and would flip on the lights, throw her books down, and turn on the tv, and talk on the phone probably to my exboyfriend, and I rolled over to look at her like WHAT THE HECK IS YOUR PROBLEM and she said, "What?" OH MY GOODNESS. She was the most immature and self centered person on the planet.
OK so THEN.......her mother was flying in from out of state to see her for the weekend and she had a huge test Friday and no time to clean up the room. So I cleaned our room from top to bottom, folded and put away her clothes, MADE HER BED, washed all the dishes, etc. A few hours after all that was done, I ate some Easy Mac because I was starving and I went to the laundry room to iron something to wear the next day. In this span of time her mother arrives and is in our room. My roomate comes and finds me and tells me that she would appreciate it if when I ate something I would clean up my mess because her mother had to wash my bowl. remember, this was less than 10 minutes after I had cleaned or picked up everything she owned. I looked at her and said, "if you don't turn around and walk away right now you might get the worst butt (I used a lot less nice word) kicking you have ever or will ever receive in your entire life. I really don't think I have ever been that angry in my entire life, I mean angry to the point of tears.
We didn't talk much after that. She left her mom, my mom, and myself to finish packing up the room for moveout because she scheduled herself to work that day. FUnny, it was the same place my ex worked, and he got her the job.

*is thankful for the new daily visiting hours*

Wow, the whole light-switching-on behavior reminds me of the story of this past year's Collins Talker. One of the girls who I met from over there said that her roomie was so obnoxiously loud that most of the floor could hear her whenever she was on the phone. I mean, I would probably be a little quieter on the phone because every door in that dorm has a vent to the outside (which is regularly unscrewed when folks lose their keys--so if you're ever going to be at Collins in Baylor, keep a screwdriver in your purse, LOL). But this girl? No, no shame at all. Her roomie ended up doing most of her studying at the library and the honors dorm (hence me meeting her one day) because she had no concern how her actions would affect her roommate, including the whole TV-while-you're-sleeping bit.