Worst Roommate Stories

[libramunoz]

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.

[moe.ron]

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.

[cheerfulgreek]

Originally Posted by moe.ron

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.

lol lol
omg, this post made me laugh...hilarious!

[AXiDMeesh]

I love you, Chickenoodle

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

get ready.

[chickenoodle]

Originally Posted by AXiDMeesh

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 , 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.

[LucyKKG]

Originally Posted by chickenoodle

I should have done a search first. GC faux pas

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!

[IlovemyAKA]

Can these threads be merged?

[honeychile]

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".

[christiangirl]

Originally Posted by honeychile

I rooted through my drawers, looking for something else when I realized someone was watching me. Her boyfriend. In her bed.

O. M. G. x100

[chickenoodle]

Originally Posted by honeychile

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.

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

Originally Posted by honeychile

... I realized someone was watching me. Her boyfriend. In her bed. I grabbed something, then ducked into the closet and got dressed.

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.

[ADPiTigergurl]

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.

[KSUViolet06]

Not totally a roommate story, but more of a suite-mate story.

Junior year, I was in a residence hall that had single suites that were adjoined by a shared bathroom.

I had lived in the same bldg. for the past 2 years because it was awesome. You don't have to share a bathroom with a whole floor of people (a big deal), and the room is a nice size, heat and AC (not every dorm had that at the time). Pretty sweet as far as dorms go, right?

Both prior years I lived there, I had never had a problem with any neighbor that I shared the bathroom with. They were always courteous, clean, and everything was fine.

So, junior year I show up and my neighbor is a Jamaican woman who is at least my MOM'S AGE. Weird. But I don't think too much of it because we're only sharing a bathroom and as long as she's clean and not a bathroom hog, it's cool.

Well, apparently, she didn't like the idea of sharing. I overheard her talking to the RA one day about how she didn't want to live here and that she had applied to live in the non-traditional student apts (for families, grad students, etc) and didn't get in. The only reason I heard it was because she was yelling and I was right next door. This isn't something she wanted.

The semester started. The first few weeks were cool. Then she decided she didn't want to share anymore.

Like I said, our rooms were attached by a common bathroom. So our rooms each have doors that lead into it. There are locks on the inside of either door. She would LOCK my side so I couldn't get in!

The first couple of times she did it, I thought she was doing it on accident, so I would go over and knock on her door and ask her to unlock it. She'd wait like 10 minutes and then go unlock it. Fine, whatever.

Then she started locking it and not answering her door when I went over and asked her to unlock it. There was music on and I could HEAR her talking on the phone, so I knew she was there. She was just being an a-hole.

Imagine waking up to go to class and just NOT being able to get into the bathroom and get ready. ANNOYING.

Since she was locking me out all the time, I started having to CALL the RA to come down and ask her to unlock it. Then she would play dumb and say she "forgot to unlock it." Or tell the RA that I never asked her to unlock. Bullcrap.

So this happened pretty much everyday. I wake up, I am locked out of my bathroom. I knock. I go next door and knock and beg (while I can hear her laughing). I call the RA and she comes down and tells her to unlock it. I must have been late for classes at least 3-4 times a week because of this.

The RA got tired of having to let me in obviously. So she told the RHD about the situation. I didn't know she had done this, but the RHD called me and told me she had talked to Neighbor and that Neighbor agreed to stop locking me out.

Problem solved, right? Wrong.

Now she's pissed because she can't lock me out anymore. So she starts MAKING HUGE MESSES in there instead. I'm not exaggerating. Huge. Peeing/pooping and not flushing. Stuffing up the toilet with too much toilet paper and clogging it. Leaving toilet paper on the floor. You name it.

I went next door and told her nicely that she's been leaving a mess and I had to call Maintenance like twice to unclog our toilet. She slams the door in my face. Ugh.

We have Housekeepers that would do a deep clean of the bathroom like once a week. Even she was like "who is leaving this mess in here?" one day because it was terrible. If I wanted to use it, I had to clean it. When I got fed up and told the RA, she told me to try to talk to her. When I told her I already did, she suggested that I leave a note. I did. She tore it up and left it in the bathroom with her mess.

Then she started locking me out again. You can imagine how terrible this was for me. I had started staying overnight in the guestroom of the sorority house because I knew I was either going to be locked out or have a mess. Either way I was going to be late for class and I couldn't deal with it.

So the RHD got wind of the messes from Housekeeping and Maintenance. She called me down because they thought it was ME. I told her it was my neighboor. The RHD must have told her to quit clogging the toilets because Housekeeping was complaining.

She was REALLY pissed off now. Now she started not only leaving messes, but banging on the walls at 2 AM, playing LOUD MUSIC at 5 AM, and really trying to annoy me so I couldn't sleep. I had a friend up one weekend and she made it a point to be EXTRA loud and lock us both out of the bathroom. Awesome.

At this point, my RA suggested that we have a sitdown mediation. I figured why not, I just wanted her to quit keeping me up, clogging the toilets, and putting toilet paper all over the floors. So we go, and she acts like she has never done a thing and says that I am the one with the problem. We fill out a little neighbor contract detailing that no one should be intentionally keeping people up, locking them out, etc.

I figure everything's gonna be all good because she signed the contract. FALSE. She was REALLY PISSED now.

She started doing everything x10. She started pouring water on the floor and FLOODING the bathroom so that water would come into MY ROOM. One time I came back from chapter and my room floor (which did not have carpet everywhere) was COMPLETELY SOAKED. Everything that I had on the floor was wet. My printer was on the floor under my desk and it was ruined because it got wet.

On top of this, she had started taking almost WHOLE ROLLS of toilet paper and basically tee peeing our bathroom everyday. I had gotten smart and had started taking pictures of the damage (water, TP) for the future. I tried leaving notes, and talking to her, but everytime I talked to her or left a note, there was a FLOOD with TP and pee the next day. I'm pretty sure I cried one day because I was getting no sleep and waking up to a flood or a mess.

The final straw was around November-ish when she started writing stuff on the mirror like "I HATE THIS PLACE" or "You're a BITCH." I took pics and sent to the RA and told her that I felt threatened, wasn't getting any sleep, MY STUFF WAS BEING FLOODED, and pretty much didn't know what else to do.

She sent it to the RHD. I was really nervous that they were just going to tell her to knock it off and that it was going to get worse. To my surprise, the RHD called me and told me that they had found a spot for her in the family dorms!

I came back from Thanksgiving Break and she was gone! I have never been so happy in my life. The next semester, I got a new neighbor who was so quiet I didn't even know she existed.

By the end of spring, I was the FIRST person to apply to live-in at Sigma. There was no way I was going to live in the dorms again. I moved into the house with 16 other girls and a roommate and had NO PROBLEMS AT ALL.

The end.

[XAntoftheSkyX]

Originally Posted by KSUViolet06

Not totally a roommate story, but more of a suite-mate story.

The end.

Okay, that story deserves the big version.

[LucyKKG]

^^ That sounds like a horror movie!

[KSUViolet06]

That is the first and only roomie issue i have ever had.

I could never understand why someone who was like 50 could be so childish and dumb.

It was a real nightmare.

And that pic is WAY too big bro. lol.