Your most interesting apartment

[AGDPrincess70]

I love my apt! I've lived here since I moved out of the dorms, and I'll be here 'til I graduate. Not only do I have my own HUGE room, it's a ten minute walk to class and it's in the middle of Fraternity Row. So when I stumble home at 3 a.m., I only have to go across the street.

The best part of my house is the basement. It's the scariest damn basement anyone has ever seen. It looks like the final scene from teh Blair Witch Project, AND it has an honest to goodness stream running through it!!! It sort of winds its way through the basement. We like to take people down there at night by candlelight and see how freaked out they get.

[sigmagrrl]

Originally posted by aurora_borealis
The carpet in the hallway looked as if someone was shot or stabbed and dragged down the hall.

OK, I would have had such trouble even agreeing to rent the place if I even saw that!!!

LOL! Brave soul you are!!

[SigkapAlumWSU]

My first apartment, I shared a room with my ex-fiance, and the other bedroom had another couple in it as well. so, 4 of us, 2 cats, tons of furniture and friends over all the time. I think if I had spent more time sober after work in that place, I would have hated it a lot more. After a while, the Ex and I moved to an apartment across the comples, which just happened to be at the fartherst point away from any laudry room.

The apartment complex used to be the drug capitol of the town, and you could tell that some of the people living there hadn't gotten the memo that the dealers were gone. I'd never do laundry at night becuase I was afreaid to walk down to the laundry room in the dark.

We did have interesting neighbors in the first apartment thought. The guys under us smoked so much pot that clouds would just waft up to our balcony, you get get high just standing there. Then they would climb into their POS truck in front of the apt and "think" that they were driving somewhere. It was hilarious to watch! The old woman downstairs would tell us all the time about the squirrels she'd invite into her home, so we stayed away from her. The people who ran the place were strange too. The guy was sleeping with one of the tenants and trying to keep it from his wife, while he drove around with the chick in his car! Other that hat, the place was just your normal, ex-drug ring, crappy apartment complex.

[ladybug1116]

HAHAHA!! These are great stories. My college apt. wasn't bad...but it wasn't great either. I lived in it one year and went home over the summer while my roommate and I subleased to a couple of friends...she (the roomie) was moving out and a sister was moving in with me in the fall. We had not seen a bug at all that first year....I came back and it was...ummm...infested We literally had the pest control people over EVERY WEEK for the first month or so in addition to our own roach traps and Raid spray (God bless the Raid people!!) At one point our answering machine said something about about not being able to come to the phone b/c we were trapped in a corner fighting off the bugs!

We had a couple of interesting neighbors during my time. In one of the apts upstairs there were these 2 guys and one of their girlfriends and they all went to FSU too. We called them the "chain smoker guys" b/c one of the guys was out on the balcony EVERY TIME (no matter what time of day) we would come home and he would just stare at whoever happened to be walking towards our building. No hellos, no smiles, just an intense gaze. Then we had some drug dealer that lived next door (but only for a couple of months b/c he got evicted) He would come over at random times asking for random things....spoons, sugar, our plunger....and when he was high he would get paranoid....we could see him peeking out of his blinds to see who was coming towards the building. The cops came over when we weren't home and apparently busted him...and then the next day all of his belongings...furniture, clothes, etc. were unloaded from his apt and at the dumpster!

[swissmiss04]

I've had the apartments from hell
1. My first apartment started out great. Really. I moved in w/ 3 girls I didn't know. My first clue came when I walked in after being out studying and stuff and found "Ally" funnelling beer. On a Tuesday night. And it was her 3rd one. And she hadn't even gone out drinking yet. Then one night I woke up freezing and the thermostat was at 54. Ally had turned it down. Ally also worked at Hooters and brought home guys a lot. Sometimes girls. Ally did cocaine a lot, hence the need for freezing temperatures. When I found out she was taking our pictures off the wall and snorting coke off of them, I moved out.
2. After #1 you'd think anything would be ok. No. I had 3 roomies again, one of whom had a rather large (and illegal) dog. Who pissed a lot inside. There was at least one normal girl. But then my 3rd one. Damn. She was alternating between anorexia and bulimia and lecturing us about why we shouldn't eat more than 1000 calories a day. She toked up about 4 times a week and went out drinking every night, which was fine til she decided she wanted a dog too. She would go out drinking and then not come home for 2 days. Hence, the puppy would cry and vomit and shit all over the place. I finally kidnapped it. She failed out of school and went home.
3. This apartment sucks. It's so ghetto (mid 70s). The kitchen has avocado green appliances. The bathtub is an abomination. There are roaches. There have been rats. Probably a total of 600 sq feet. Paper thin walls. Gunshots and drunks all over the place. The wall paper in the bathroom had been there since 1984.
I'm about to move into my 4th apt in 3 years. Wish me luck

[Peaches-n-Cream]

I lived in houses not apartments in college. One house had a couch so crappy looking that a med school gentleman caller asked me if we got it at the dump. No it came with the house.

[AlphaGamDiva]

Originally posted by ilovemyglo
Yeah- so this is the APT that Monica and I shared-
First off we lived in a neighborhood where we were the only ones that didn't speak a foreign language besides the potheads upstairs that sent Monimoo love poems!
Our kitchen HILL- slope whatever- you ran out of breathe walking from the living room to the bedrooms.
We had old sheets that Monica had used for a toga dance as our curtains because it was ghetto and they were ghetto-
Oh and couch covered in sheets that our friends signed because it was so hideous.
BUT the rent was only $150 a month, and our landlord Larry was awesome and sweet old man!!
So all in all I guess i learned a lot living in the ghetto- it was fuN!

OMG...i had forgotten about my love poems....talkin about how when we died, if i wasn't in heaven, he would go "down below" and look for me. whaaaaaat? it was creepy....i got two of those bad boys in my door.....so glad to not be there anymore.....although i miss both my roomies!