All of these bad roomate stories make me laugh. I feel for a lot of ya. I guess I'm just too easy going a person. I've had a roomate who had a gun in my dorm room, I a roomate who was certifiable, I mean freaking nsane, but all the stories I can tell now! All the fun I had with my roomates because they were crazy, I wouldn't trade for the world... though some of those appartment security deposits would have been nice to get back in full, only once did We get $10 of $500 back because we were only there a semester....
Off the top of my head I can remember while we were moving out putting our un-wanted couches in the other various appartment complex's pool (3 couches, 3 pools), My roomate writing his name with a permanent marker on our giant goldfish in the aquarium because "it was his..." or the time we ended up chasing around a bull near a friends appartment one wayward night and getting him evicted the same night....
these are the only stories I can tell on the board cause the other ones are a little bit too crazy, and the statue of limitations hasn't expired...
They all had traits that would drive me nuts and I'm sure I did a lot of stuff to drive them crazy too, but whenever we get together we love to relive all our old times. I lived alone last year and was so bored I spent all my time at the fraternity house because I was bouncing off the walls. I guess I always felt a bad roomate was better than none.
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