Besides your typical "My freshman roommate had sex in our room on the top bunk with her boyfriend" story (which did happen to me, often), I have the "we moved in because we were friends and ended up not being able to stand each other."
This is what happened - there were three of us, all named Sara, and all memebers of Sigma Sigma Sigma. Right. Sara Sara Sara from Sigma Sigma Sigma. Well, our one particular roommate, besides being a compulsive shopper (the kind who always whines about being broke) she just didn't like me and the other Sara to spend time together, but would shut herself in her room. She started labeling all her food, and didn't want us to erase any of the caller ID's on the id box, so we had like, 50 numbers on it. She then explained, after I used her curling iron, that if everyone used her curling iron, it would break quicker and she would have to buy a new one. She constantly asked me if the other Sara was using her soap....Her soap?
It was just a ton of little things, and you know how those little things grow to be big things....Basically she made no sense, didn't know how to share, and can I just tell you this....
I couldn't take it when she brought home "Samatha Jane." One of those dolls that look like little girls leaning up against the wall - she actually would get irritated with us when we fake yelled at it.
What are you gonna do, right?
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