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this is me taking dictation from KappaStarBoy, who really needs to get his own account
"I had a roommate who didn't like to wear clothes. One time my friend Amanda was coming over to study chemistry 'cause we had an exam the next day and I asked 'Naked Roommate' as he was referred to by my friends...i'm serious, we called him that when he wasn't around...I said to him 'Andrew, Amanda's going to be coming over so we can study for our exam tomorrow.' And he looked at me and just said 'I'll just stay under the covers. The end."
Now me: I had a perfectly nice roomie my freshman year. She was sweet and polite, a bit of a neat freak, but there are worse things. HOWEVER, she was a very devout Methodist. I didn't have much of a problem with that, because she never pushed her religion on me, but our room did sort of resemble an aquarium from all the fish everywhere. She probably spent the entirety of the year wondering how she drew the one Jewish girl in the freshman class for a roommate.
And my roommate for the first half of sophomore year not only had an emotional pet chinchilla...anyone here ever heard a chinchilla cry, it scared the living KRAP out of me the first time I heard that...but she had this phone that used to belong to her dad. We called it Rambo-phone. You could hear it ringing 3 floors below, I swear. Her dad had it because he was a high-school music teacher and wanted to be able to hear it over his 75-piece choir. And the damn thing would always ring at 7 in the morning and it was never for me.
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