Even though I had a boyfriend during freshman year of college, I had come to have a phobia with roommates that have boyfriends.

My first roommate (which was drawn by thte housing lottery)met her first serious boyfriend on campus. they actually met each other first week of school and by friday they were a couple. now the guy hung out at our room literally 24/7. now our dorm rooms are tiny, and 3 people can be really suffocating. they ate together, slept together n stuff. they were distracting from their talking and PDA that I had to go elsewhere to study (to keep my scholarship). its funny because i never went off on people before until i met her. i also never saw them do a shred of homework (funny coz the guy is transferring to community college next semester,guess he did pretty bad). my roommate also has a habit of taking my stuff while im home on weekends. if i come back i would see that my Ralph Lauren fleece blanket would be on her bed (which they probably had sex in--yuck), so i make her wash it. she was also anti-Greek. now i entitle people to their opinions but if the dissing gets too far i fight back. anyway her and her bf always had sex whenever im in class or in a Greek obligation and i have caught them one too many times. i told her to just leave a note on the door so i wont come in but she refused to, and so after i caught them two more times, i blew my top off and moved out.

my second roommate was weird as well--for the fact that she was never there. her boyfriend has a single room in the "richest"dorm in campus so i guess they like being together 24/7 in such a nice pad. she only came in to get clothes or drop off her laundry n stuff. so for about a month and a half i enjoyed a single room to myself. then they broke up, and she didnt take it too well. of course she has to "move" back to our room and i had to adjust to having a roommate because i was used to and loving being by myself. she was a nutcase. i would go to sleep and wake up at 2:30 am coz she would call her bf and cry and ask him to take her back and i could just try to shut her out. sometimes when he comes over they just literally fought and yelled. this lasted for lik e2 weeks and she found another guy at home so she came home every weekend. whew.

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"To supress our feelings only makes them stronger"--from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

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I love the potato gun story too much to not want to share it. :)

I don't know how funny this would be to anyone else, but it was really funny at the time.

Two years ago, I was living with three other girls and we were watching the MTV Music Awards on TV. One girl was upstairs doing something, but she said to call her when Britney came on. (It was a running joke because she hates Britney Spears...really just wanted to see what kind of skanky outfit she'd be wearing). So later we yelled up to her, "Hurry up, you're missing Britney!" and she came running down the stairs. Well, we had a curved staircase and the middle steps were pretty narrow. So, when she was coming down, she tripped, went flying in the air, and landed in a tangle of arms and legs at the bottom of the stairs. We went over to help her up and all our other roommate could say was "ugh! you missed Britney!" :p