Worst Roommate Stories
 

Pretty self explanatory. Share past or present. I'll start.

My freshman year in college was filled with, ah, experiences to be remembered. There were four of us girls to a suit, with a shared bathroom. The two girls in one room were friends since high school and the two of us in the other room were complete strangers, no interests in common - worst match of life. Halfway through the school year, the two girls in the other room had a massive fight. They basically divided the suit in half, each marking their territory with post-it notes and sharpies. One girl was convinced the other three roommates were stealing her pickles from the pickle jar in the fridge. She sealed it shut with duct tape (so it was tamper evident?) and wrote a note basically saying "quit eating my pickles or I'm gonna cut you (it was full of grammatical and spelling errors and riddled with ghetto/text speak and complete with every expletive you can imagine)." She taped the note to the top of jar. A few days later, my high school friend came over and saw the lovely note and we shared a good laugh. Then, he pulled out a red pen and proceeded to edit her note. He left it on the jar for her to find.

OOOOOOOOMG Worst roommate ever: She was crazy. I'm crazy, but she was CRAZY, absolutely certifiable. She had no concept of boundaries and privacy. Our apartment was divided into 3 on each side (NOTE: 6 person suites+all girls=drama). Each side had it's own kitchen and bathroom. She bonded with my friend (we were on one side) so she decided to "move in" to our side. She kept her food in our fridge, got ready in our bathroom (as though 3 sharing a bathroom weren't enough). She was always cooking on our side, but NEVER cleaned. She would sleep in my friend's room (why she let her, I have no idea) so she was there ALL THE TIME. And she was always rude to me, always telling me I was "in her way" or, if I came into my friend's bedroom, she'd tell me to leave, I was crowding them. "Uh this isn't even your side of the apartment, if you feel "crowded" go back to where you came from." We fought constantly until one day I just snapped(....won't even tell you what I did or else this thread would have to be about me....may have been a knife-like object involved....) We didn't speak again and I was glad when she moved out.

My freshman year I was in a suite with 2 singles, 3 doubles and a common room and bathroom. I got along and liked everyone in my suite, one guy I went to high school with and was good friends with. My roommate, however, was a nightmare. He stayed up til 4AM most nights playing World of Warcraft, said he has 'hearing problems' but still critiqued every band/singer I listened to, used the floor as his hamper, showered maybe once that semester, and never left the room except for class (which he slept through a lot anyways), work and getting food.

He lost his room key about 2 weeks into the semester, and instead of wanting to pay the $40 re-core fee, decided to have one of us be in the room. As a result, the door was never locked. I got back from class/rehearsal/whatever one day and walked in on him changing. I had done this once before and I quickly got out to give him his privacy. I think to myself "Okay, he's in his underwear on my side of the room. There's no reason for him to be on my side of the room." I give him a few minutes and sit down at my desk. A quick pull up of Firefox and a glance into 'my' history showed nothing but cartoon smut. I nearly gagged and set up a password immediately. I moved out by October.

My freshman roommate became addicted to my TylenolPM and we (me and a friend from across the hall) had to do an intervention. Kinda funny, but not so much. We were kind of close b/c our bf's frm hs were best friends so we shared clothes until I caught her wearing my dirty clothes from the hamper... EEEEWWW...

My sophomore yr (off campus) roommates were selling syrup (codeine+ rx cough syrup) out of the apt then got pissed when I moved out w/no notice.

My junior year suite mate (rooms were connected by bath) had a live-in whom she argued with allllll the time and I had to sit and listen to their uncomfortable fights after which she'd complain that "you know they can hear us!" and go into the bathroom (FOREVER) and bawl.... Second semester there was an older non-traditional student who swore than my bf would be trying to look at her in the shower when he was over and she was catholic and if he raped her she could not have an abortion! She was totally batshit crazy.

My freshman year of college, I went away to school and roomed in a triple. One roommate almost never slept in the dorms, but went back to her mother’s every weekend. The other was a local girl who was a catcher on the softball team, spat when she talked, wore too-tight clothes, stole my Snapple out of the fridge, and loved to drink by herself.

I remember counting 4 days in a row when she didn’t shower. She would get up at 5am, go to softball practice, go to class, come back and nap, go to study hall, go to dinner, nap, get dressed and go to the clubs with her friends – and do it all over the next day!

One night she brought a strange dude home from the club with her. They went up into her bunk, did their thing, then the fire alarms went off and the building emptied. We get the all clear, and I go back up to the room, my roommate follows. But her dude was nowhere to be found. We fall asleep. A few hours later, I’m half-awake and hear our door open. Apparently, he had stolen her swipe key, ran in, grabbed her laptop and bounced. This is what you get, you nasty girl!

I transferred home at the end of the school year.

This one time, my roommate logged onto GC under my username and posted all of this crazy stuff!

(kidding, couldn't resist considering the drama going on today)

LOL!

So after Pickle Girl moved out, we had another girl move in. My suitmate and the other suitmate bonded and wanted to share a room, leaving me with the new girl. That was all well and good. I pride myself on being able to get along with just about anyone. The new girl was sooooo weird.

She moved in and asked me what my schedule was like. I told her (sleep late, class in the afternoon, friends/hanging out/study) and she proceeded to inform me that my schedule wasn't going to work for her. This girl got up (thanks to her loud ass alarm clock) at 5am EVERYday, took a bath, ate breakfast and went to class by 7am. For some reason she kept her clothes in plastic Publix bags in the dorm dressers. Waking up at 5am everydamnday and hearing her search through plastic bags everydamnday got old fast.

Never mind the strange orange ring she left in the tub (which she never cleaned), her ridiculous requirements for her 24/7 study time (stories for later) and her plastic bag fetish.

Okay, not my roommate but still a great story. Freshman year, there was a girl down the hall from me who had a girlfriend in the same dorm. Her roomie was one of my friends and, one day, she was down the hall in another girl's room FREAKING OUT. I asked her what happened and she said she'd been asleep in the top bunk the night before and the shaking of the bed woke her up. She thought it was an earthquake (we're from Cali, it's what we all think). Then she heard grunting and moaning. She peeked over the edge of the bunk and saw her roomie wearing a strap-on, going at it with her gf on the bottom bunk. :eek: They were being super rough so that the whole bunk shook and kept saying all these dirty, vulgar things to each other, not even bothering to keep their voices down. She just lay there through the whole thing, pretending to be sleeping. She just about died, but thought it'd be even more awkward if there was confrontation so she just lay there, waiting for them to stop and go to bed. She went to the residential director the next morning and asked for a room switch. She wouldn't tell her why, so the RD wouldn't let her. She was all shaking and sweating bullets while she told this story. I couldn't help it--I cracked up listening and I laugh everytime I tell this story (including right now:D). We were 18, no one was expecting that first semester of college.

She slept down the hall for the rest of the semester and we all took turns going into her room for stuff because she wouldn't go in there for like a week: "I can't go in there, IT MIGHT BE CUDDLE TIME!!"

My first roomate in college scheduled her classes around the Young and the Restless. This was before cable in dorm rooms, so she had to watch it on the lounge tv- so she would go downstairs 1 hr before it started to stake her claim. Then finals week came, and she had a final scheduled for the same time as Y&R- only it was sweeps, so they had a big wedding that day. She opted to miss her FINAL to watch it. She ended up on academic probation and opted not to return for winter quarter.

^^^ Hahahah ewwwww!!! I would die!
(Oh I meant that about the strap-on story)

Btw: http://www.greekchat.com/gcforums/sh...ad.php?t=94782

LMFAO. That has to be one of the best stories I have ever heard.

Who was your roommate, Bonquiqui?

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My freshman year I was in 4 person/2 bath, so two girls to one bath. Well the girl that I shared my bathroom had just come out of NA (narcotics anonymous) and that is also where she met her boyfriend. Well the boyfriend did not have a place to live, because he still was on drugs, so she let him illegally live with her in the dorms. Well towards the middle of the semester I started hearing noises (yes those noises) from the shower. Needless to say, the next time I hear the noises I also saw them both walking out of the shower together. She never even cleaned it after they were finished doing it in OUR shower. Then second semester came around and she broke it off with him. I thought things would get better, no! She moved on, well he did not. The cherry on the top of this situation was having the police wake me up, because the ex-boyfriend had just come over to our front door with his drug dealer roommate with a gun and knife to demand she get back with her! Two months later ... she got back with him.

Finally the mixture of drugs, school, and drama got to her and she transfered to a different school in a different state. I was so lucky to get to experience her while she was here. Yay me!

These stories make me happy I never had a roommate.

When I was a freshman, many eons ago, I had two roommates in one year. The first one, we turned out to be good friends later on, I moved out of because of her friends.
Story short, I came back from class one day, and the friend was sitting on my bed, yes on my bedspread, with her legs ontop of my bedspread, and didn't want to move. When she saw me, and trust me, I am a big girl, girly wanted to act like she wasn't moving until I began to move, o.k., girl moves, I move out. Cool.
I had previously met the next roomie in the bathrooms. It was a common bathroom. Cool, she didn't have a roomie, and we moved in. I was like cool! That was until the the second week of moving in!
I discovered, the grass isn't always greener on the other side!

During her tenure at my school (which was that only semester)this girl was maybe two dimes away from being a certified hoe. As far as being a roommate, she was a thief and almost got her tail beat into the nearest next week I could find.
Anways, for the entire semester, she never, NEVER, changed her sheets, washed clothes, showered on a regualar basis, or even went to classess as far as I could tell. They (the sheets) were a very pretty pink and gray design, when she left, they were nearing dark gray and black. She kept a trash bag at the end of her bed that she filled not only with trash, but also with food and sanitary napkins. She would change her sanitary napkins and tampons, I guess, in the room. The way that I only know that fact was that I was asleep one day, it was about 6am, and I heard the ripping sound of a sanitary napkin bag opening and being taken off of someones drawers (men, the ladies will understand that sound).
Anyways, I always wondered why I was like going through 3 or 4 cans of room spray about every 2 weeks. To this day, I cannot stand the smell of cinnamon spray b/c that was the spray that I had at that time.
Further, my Mom was getting frustrated with me because every month, I had to call and ask her to send $ for washing powder. Found out from her friends, whom she pissed off before the end of the semester, that she was stealing my powder, soap, toothpaste, you name it, it was stolen until I locked my trunk up and she didn't have the code. Good God was she PISSED about that!
The room was small, about the size of a jail cell, so literally, the tile separated the person's "space." Well I'd clean mine and was like, "Damn hers" and my life went on. This was until midterm finals. Showdown!
Started as an argument about her taking my stuff. She got mad that I'd found out and I wanted the $ she'd stolen from me! Got UUU-GGG-LLL-YY when I called her out about being a hoe.
How was this proven, well, short story is, one day, walking home from the cafe and some random dude calls me out by name across campus. I'm like, "who in the HELL are you and HOW do you know me?" Dude was like, "you're _______'s roommate." "Yeah, so what about it," says I. Dude says, "tell _______ we (and he says his name) said thank you for the train last night." I'm like O.K.
Now, being from a small ass country town, having a mother that didn't talk about sex, and never having the sense to ask my older siblings about it, I didn't know what he was talking about. I'm thinking, "what, the Chattanooga Choo Choo, where's the Amtrack around here?" Asked a friend, mind temporary blown away as to the newly amassed information.
And now the rest of the story.
Got into blowout with roomie about her nasty habits, ways, actions, behaviors, and deeds. RA came in two or three times that night. Had an 8am midterm, and went to bed at 6am. Made test, passed test, and chick continued to be in school.
End of story, is the funniest.
Her friends got pissed as hell at her. I don't know to this day what she said or did to those girls. All's I know is one day they came in talking to me about her. I was like, damn, damn, damn, DAMN! They get so pissed off about her that they begin to tear her stuff up. I mean rip crap up, tear books up, tear clothes, etc. They took bleach, soap powder, makeup, etc and put in her shampoo bottle. I'm sitting there and am like uh, no, I'm not finnto leave with these crazy heffa's up in here. It got so bad that I had my hammer out for some reason (fixing something) and they took my hammer and hammered her retainer. They then went through her clothes and stole about half of them. Chick didn't notice.
Come back after semester is over and this is when girl accuses me of stealing her clothes. Took to the dorm mother, the RA, and even the dean of women. They look at her, she was a size 12 and look at me, at that time I was a size 26/28, and laugh! And I do mean laugh! I let them look through all of my clothes, closets, trunks, bottom bed drawers, etc, surprise, suprise (in best Gomer Pyle voice) and no her clothes were never found!
Chick "changes" school this semester and I pay for private room price rather than have another crazy as a roommate.

I love you, Chickenoodle :)

I'll have to share my stories about the awful three when I come back from chapter tonight.

get ready.

LOL

I should have done a search first. GC faux pas :(

So to continue my crazy freshman year roomie story, this girl was freakishly possessive about her study time. It's college, that's the point, I get it. Instead of understanding and compromise, she yelled and screamed at all three roommates to be quiet while she is studying. She yelled at the girls in the other room, neighbors and me to turn the TV down while studying. I had a cute little waterfall picture that made the same sounds as water running. Too loud. She broke it in an effort to turn it off. My computer was too loud for her and my phone vibrating pissed her off.

When I politely suggested she try studying elsewhere :D, she complained the library was too noisy, the lounge had poor lighting and that she was afraid of getting raped walking around campus. Even during the day apparently.

Eh, no worries! I only knew about the other one because I created it. I've definitely created more than one new thread that wasn't necessary. These stories are funny anyway!

Can these threads be merged?

OMG my room mate last semester was the WORST!!!! She was a junior and I was a freshmen. She was from Korea and wouls call her mom at 7 AM our time everymorning, and talk and sing in Korean rathe loudly. She divided our room in "half" more like fourths, I got one, she got three. She showered for an hour twice a day (we shared a bathroom with 4 girls). Also she wouldn't let us leave the toilet paper in the bathroom because our suitemates may use it, um it was free and supplied by campus. She was also an insomniac so she stayed up till like 4 with music (often in another language) and lights on. She also would lounge around our room at any time of the day with nothing but her robe on. Who does that??? Those were just some of the things about her that annoyed me to death, Thankfully I was local so I went home on the weekends.

Where to start? We had pledged a woman who had a marvelous personality, but didn't make the grades for initiation. We often wondered why she always wore perfume & several layers of clothing. But, she was willing to live in the suite when a lot of others had scattered. I ended up being her roomie. I should say that we often switched rooms at the end of terms.

We had one of the truly great rooms, with a double walk-in closet and all. Even though she never got up before 11am, she signed up for 9am classes everyday since mine were at 9am. "My job" was to get her up in time for class. I honestly tried, several alarm clocks, phones ringing, shaking her, splashing water on her face, but she slept through all of it. She slept on her back, arms straight down on each side of her body, with her hands clenched in fists - every night. I know of two classes she managed to get to prior to midterms.

My little sister & I were both in the "make it or break it" term, and were studying & writing papers like crazy - it was truly a hard term for both of us. At midterms, I mentioned to my little sis that I was going to my aunt's cottage after the tests to wind down, and LS jumped on the chance to go, too. The next day, LS said that somehow, my roomie had heard that we were going, and she felt like we were sneaking around - so I asked Roomie to go, too. Her response was classic: "Sure - I could really use the break!" BREAK?! FROM WHAT?! From playing loud music while I was studying or trying to sleep before 3am?!

Roomie also had a body odor problem - which is why she used the perfume. Even though our closet was actually one walk-in closet off of another, my clothes started to smell like her! I bought those plastic zip covers for my clothes, not realizing that when I wasn't there, she would borrow my clothes. Then my parents bought me a gorgeous pair of leather boots - really beautiful, soft, sexy, and more than they would usually spend. I fully admit that I'm a little anal about my footwear. Everything leather MUST be mink oiled or otherwise water protected prior to wearing them. Roomie wanted to borrow the boots while I had a test the next morning, I told her that I hadn't oiled them yet. I made the mistake of going to the library, and of course, she used them. It rained. I came back to the room to see my new books in a puddle, with spots all over them - and she denied using them, just like she denied the sweaters with the holes in them or the shirts with beer stains.

Somehow, she managed to have a boyfriend. Nice guy, but not really our type. She couldn't go to our formal due to grades, and at that time, we would have an all night party at our suite after formals - but more casual. We got back from the formal, and all the lights were out, but her bed was lumpy - so I assumed she was sleeping. Not a problem - I had left my casual clothes on my bed. I took off my formal & everything but my panties, and realized my clothes were AWOL. I rooted through my drawers, looking for something else when I realized someone was watching me. Her boyfriend. In her bed. I grabbed something, then ducked into the closet and got dressed. I managed to calm down, but I knew this had to come to an end, no matter how nice she was otherwise. When I found out that a single was opening and I had first dibs on it, I claimed it for the next term.

There's so much more, but this has been cathartic enough. Let's just say that her next roomie (who was warned!), was left owing an extra $5,000 for their apartment, including losing the deposit. Roomie's next Roomie can barely handle hearing her name! Oh, she never did make the grades to even be repledged, by us or anyone else. I've since filed this under "Lessons I've Learned The Hard Way".

O. M. G. :eek:x100

OMG I would kill her. Seriously, that would put me over the edge.

And this would be where she found herself out of a place to sleep. Or where I called the cops... either way.

My first roommate had a guy over one night. I found out because he crawled out of bed as I was getting ready for class.

^^ :eek: That sounds like a horror movie!

Okay, that story deserves the big version.

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Are you 100% she was Jamaican? She wasn't from some other caribbean nation?

My freshmen roommates all SUCKED!! I went through 6 different people! >:[

Three of them in particular stuck out the most. I'll sum them all up very shortly.

#1: Constantly had girls over, got them drunk, and had sex with them, even though he was engaged. Also loved throwing parties in the room without asking anybody.

#2: Constantly had girls over and had sex with them even though he had a girlfriend. Loved smoking weed in the back bedroom. Also was the dumbest mofo I have ever met. He also played his shitty music REALLY loud ALL THE TIME... and it was generally the same 4 songs. The cherry on top? Well, he apparently went through my stuff occasionally. He used my phone charger all the time even though he asked only once. At the end of the year, I noticed my photo printer was missing... Also, I didn't find out until summer, but he stole my credit card! The only time my wallet is out is when I'm asleep, and even then, it's in MY bedroom behind my bed. He racked up $280 worth of charges on PORN.

#3: The only roommate that stayed the whole year with me (unfortunately). He was really nice and well kept first semester... then he started pledging DBags R Us... He started turning into an asshole second semester. He left his shit all over the place, borrowed my clothes without asking, and barely talked to me b/c his pledge master said so. About halfway through second semester, we weren't exactly good friends anymore and I generally hung out in other rooms. Now, here's the best part: On Palm Sunday morning, I got up to go church with some of my friends. I walked into the bathroom to take a shower, turn the light on, and guess what's on the floor? My brand new, very nice white towels and my nice blue rug. What's on them? VOMIT AND SHIT. The bathroom is covered in vomit and feces. It's the nastiest thing I have ever seen. It's on the floor, the toilet, the tub, everywhere. After taking a shower (yeah, I felt terrible the whole time), I went into the living room, and there he was, passed out in the middle of the floor. I had to use ever ounce of reason in my body to not wreck him. Had I not been headed to church that morning, I probably would have gone to jail lol. The bastard has still yet to pay me back for all of that crap. The worst part? He laughs about it now! I don't see a damn thing funny about my stuff being shit on and having to purchase all new bath stuff. And even worse, he didn't clean it up! #2 actually did!

As much as I like living with the people I currently share space with, my rooming history makes me never want to live with another person ever again.

Holy move out, Batman! Violet, that woman was nuts. Yeah and you ^^^ #3 would have sent me to jail. Church will always be there next Sunday.

j/k :p

lmao

Also, I think I forgot to add that #2 was on parole when he lived with me...

I was too tired to type last night lol

Okay so after reading these, my roommates may not be the absolute absolute worst in the world, but they're still pretty bad.

I live in a 4 bed/4 bath apt. on campus.
My school's housing dept. offers a complementary roommate matching service, at which they completely fail.
I will refer to my roommates as A, B, and C, because those are the rooms they live in. I live in D.
Okay.
I moved in early, about 2 weeks before school started. My room had already been cleaned bc whoever lived there before moved out before the semester ended. The common rooms (kitchen, living, dining) were absolutely disgusting. I was horrified. It looked as if a football team lived there. Turns out it was four girls, which is just nasty.
The day after I moved in, roomie B moved in. I had friend requested her on FB and thought she was a little, shall we say, eccentric, but that didn't bother me too much, and I found out that she listens to Mindless Self Indulgence which is one of my favorite bands and none of my friends had ever heard of them.
As she's moving in, I walk in the apartment and introduce myself to her, and the first thing she says is "Hey I was looking through that stuff in the living room and I found empty bottles of bourbon and handcuffs. I'm totally keeping the handcuffs!!!"
And I'm like, I KNOW this heifer did not go through that disgusting trash on the floor and is keeping some infected handcuffs she found!!
GROSS!!
And then I got to meet the wonderful boyfriend. Because he is just so much fun. Cue him moving in with us.
Then actual move in day comes around and A and C move in. Well, turns out that my three roommates are all friends with each other, are all definitely not my cup of tea, and are all juniors. I am a transfer sophomore and I didn't know anyone at my school. There is a small female population (we're the only girls on our entire floor) and all I could think about was that I'm not going to have any friends here bc apparently all the girls are like these three. haha.
RM A also had a boyfriend, who also moved in with us within a couple of days. So here I am living with 5 other ppl, I don't like any of them, and I am just miserable.
Thank the Lord for me being an Arch major and being in studio all the time and not having to be around those people.
Then recruitment season comes around, and I decide to rush.
That's when I found out that all of my roommates were hugely anti Greek, RM B particularly bc her boyfriend rushed and didn't get a bid.
I don't blame any of the fraternities.
And that's when I was pretty much harassed constantly. Whenever I came home from a recruitment event they would try to talk me out of rushing, trash talked every sorority woman they knew, told me I was gonna be a slut, and were just discouraging all around.
Nevermind that I'm already under enough stress from studio and rush.
Nevermind that I hardly even know these bitches.
Meanwhile, their true living habits started to show, and after a while the common areas looked the way they did when I first moved in. They were living in absolute filth, and would have company over and just SIT IN IT.
Fucking nasty.
We live on the second floor, and still managed to attract bugs from food left out.
The minute I saw them I moved everything I owned except refrigerated food into my room.
There would be saucepans on the coffee tables and dishes on the balcony just from where they had run out of places to eat and put stuff in the kitchen, crap all over the floors and trash EVERYWHERE.
I can honestly say that I contributed nothing to these messes, because I was either in studio or in my bedroom.
Since RM's A and B are vegans, they cook daily, and cook some pretty weird crap.
One of their favorite dishes smells like musty armpits when cooked.
It gets cooked a lot.
And the scent pervades EVERYTHING. I've never had to buy so much air freshener in my life!
One day I left my keys at studio, so I had to call housing to come unlock my doors for me. Our whole apartment smelled like body odor thanks to this wonderful dish of theirs. The housing lady's face scrunched up as soon as she walked in, and she left as soon as possible. I was SO embarrassed, because I'm sure that everytime she sees me she'll be like, oh that's the girl who lives in the musty apartment.
Anyway so I get increasingly fed up with each passing day, so I'm venting to some of my sisters about my roommate issues. Turns out one of them was RM B's RA last year, and has had to go through the same things with her. And apparently she ran for a Student Gov position last year, and was shot down by the Greek community, which kinda explains her hostility.
Let's jump to November, the weekend after Thanksgiving break.
It obviously isn't enough that I have to live with the dirties people in all of Marietta, listen to them have sex constantly, hear them rant and rave about Christians, put up with all their friends and boyfriends and random people they bring home trying to break into my room, listen to racist comments and people waking me up and them running up our electric bill every month, I also have to put up with a randomly adopted dog.
Now I love dogs, and this one was adorable, but he is HUGE and has no business trying to live in our small apartment. He tool up like every inch of available space, and it was just awful. On top of all that the guys across the hall from us found out about the dog, told our RA's, who in turn told Housing and they charged every resident $200 a day that he was there. HELL NO. Apparently no one knew that Housing knew the dog was there, I sure didn't, so we got charged everyday up until the new semester when RM A finally put him up a some guy's house. Thankfully Housing took the charge of my account.
From then on it's been all the same ish and it's only growing worse.
And when I got home today, there were unattractive naked freaks running around everywhere.
yep.
I cannot wait until our house is finished and I move in there with my sisters. I would rather move back home than to ever be forced to live with people I don't know. I will never ever again live with random people bc of my experiences with them.

My first freshman roommate was a hippie called, Hippie Bob. He decided that the summer of love never ended and love to walk around the hall naked with his girlfriend. Yes, he walked around naked. He also has a tendency to do his girlfriend while I'm in the room. Well, I didn't last a week before I jetted out of that room.

Unfortunately, my second roommate was worst. He stank bad, really bad. Was a big mess and had unwashed dishes all over the room. I had to wash 'em everyday cause they were stinking up the room. We had a bunk bed and I slept on the top. Well, while I was sleeping, the bed started to shake. So, I thought it was an earthquake (I know, no earthquakes in Buffalo) and went down. What did I see? The dude masturbating. Let's just say that I also jetted after a month with him and got myself a single.

So my freshman year, I moved into a freshman dorm with a girl I'll call TittyBob. TittyBob seemed okay at first, but she started to randomly say very threatening things. About how people who cross her "usually regret it very soon" and how if I did so she'd "cut me like a bitch". Red flags? I thought so. Soon later, my earrings and other small things like that started to go missing. Weird.

So it turns out my floor had a small fear of her, and I would mention to them that she scared the living shit out of me. Bad idea on my part, but I was a dumb freshman, what do I know? Anyway, TittyBob found out that I was terrified of her, so she pulled me aside and asked me if I "remembered what she did to the bitches who crossed her?" I was silent because...wouldn't you be? So she pulled out a switchblade and told me she wanted me to know she had one. I moved out that night. And she never got another roommate but was still allowed to live in the dorms for some reason. I see her on campus EVERYWHERE now.

My suitemates last year were all international students from different countries. It originally went very well as we were all learning how to work with each other and figure out this new place, or so I thought. About a month in, one of them decided to begin to throw parties even though she was underage. I mentioned that she was underage to her and her response was (and this is a direct quote) "I'm allowed to drink in my country and I am not going to listen to any stupid American rules." Well the continued for a couple of months until Thanksgiving when she somehow disappeared. Not like "Oh hey I'm moving out." like she was there one morning and when I return from class in the afternoon all of her stuff was gone. None of the other suitemates know where she went or even saw her leave. We got her mail till we moved out including her returned deposit from the apartment complex.
Another of the suitemates had a boyfriend back home, home being South Korea. She was 20 while he was 34 and from Canada. However he lived in Korea. Because of the time difference, she was on the phone with him at weird hours. How do I know this? Because I could hear her screaming and yelling at him through the living and kitchen area with closed doors. This suitemate also had a tendency of forgetting about food, like a pomegranate that was in the refrigerator for six months, leaving raw meat out on the counter over night, boiling soup for 45 minutes until I found it, etc. She also tried to freeze eggs. Not like cooked eggs, but eggs still in their shells. I don't know if the freezing broke the shell or if they just knocked against the freezer's walls and broke, but it was a mess to clean. Oh and she never cleaned. Her dishes were never done and she just left everything out. There would be garbage bags by the door that the other suitemate or I would have to take out and we would have to clean up after her or we couldn't cook anything.

Picture it: All-freshman girls' dorm, one shared bathroom per floor, two girls per room. Each room was tiny.

My first roommate, Anne, had stuffed Freddy Kruger dolls lining her shelves, desk, headboard, windowsills, etc... these creepy dolls were everywhere in our teeny-tiny room. If Anne had had her say, our window shades would be pulled down all the time, but I managed to convince her that one of the three windows was "mine", and that I wanted sunlight in our room, so I almost always kept one of the shades up. She stopped talking to me at that point. Not just the meh, I'm not going to engage in lengthy conversation kind of not talking, I mean the all-out never says a word kind of not talking.

I get back from class one afternoon and Anne is sitting on her bed, holding a roll of aluminum foil, and glaring at me. All her Freddy Kruger dolls had been moved from their original locations and were all surrounding her on the bed. She looked like she had assembled her army or something. I sat down at my desk to start studying and I hear this odd metallic ripping sound. I turn around and she's methodically ripping the aluminum foil into tiny pieces. One by one. And just dropping them on the floor. Never taking her eyes off me. Creeped me out something fierce.

Just so you know how this roommate from hell situation was resolved: By the time Melrose Place came on that night, my sisters had helped me moved all my stuff into another KD's room. She and I were roommates until she graduated two years later. She'll always be the sister who saved me! :D

LMAO, love BonQuiQui! "Don't interrupt RUDE!"

I just got REALLY freaked and looked over my shoulder. That's scary!!! (thought she probably did it just to make you move)

I really hate my living situation right now. I'm in a five-person suite (3 singles and a double) with one bathroom. It is hell. In my room, (I'm in the double), I'm the only person with a trash can. I am also the only person who takes out the room trash. Also the other day my roommate decided to clean the floor and instead of telling me so I could clean up some of my stuff, just put all of my stuff on top of my comforter and left it there. This isn't the first time she has done this. Normally this is fine, but it is really passive aggressive and annoying of her to do this when I do clean up whenever she asks me to.
Our shower has only been cleaned once, by me, before winter break. There is hair sitting on the floor of our shower. I am the only blonde in the room. The hair is brown. It's not mine, bitches, clean up your own shit. Health and Safety inspections are this week and I'll probably be the only one to clean it, again. We have no trash can in our kitchen, and I'm again the only person who takes out that trash, and even buys trash bags for it. One of my suitemates has a live in boyfriend, and one I never see because she lives with her boyfriend at his house.
Needless to say, I'm really happy I'm House Mom next year so I have to live there.
Only two full months left until I get out of here!