Roommate Stories!

[Kathleen Elizabeth]

Tell me your worst roommate strories please! Or the just the most recent thing that your roommate did that drove you to the brink of bashing your head into a wall!

My roommates left over the weekend and I spent the whole time cleaning the dorm from top to bottom, then on sunday night i was locked in my study writng on paper and heard them come home. five minutes later when I came out, it looked like a tornado had swept through the dorm and my roommates weren't even there. There was, however, a strange boy sitting on my couch in the dark. My roommate had failed to tell me she was bringing her boyfriend over for the week before Thanksgiving. Not only do i now have to hide in my study to change and undress IN the shower, he snores. I slept on the couch last night. Happy monday.

Your turn!

[Sword_of_Light]

Oh, thats Hell House. I was living with musicians - which was a nightmare unto itself. 2am is not an acceptable time to practice the flute. And mostly they were deadbeats - couldnt be bothered to pay rent or bills - the most adult of the bunch was a Jamaican drug dealer. HE paid his rent and bills - of course he did! He was a business man.
But thats not why I called it Hell House - though it was why they got evicted and I got moved into a new place by the owners (because I bothered to do things like pay my share of the rent, or show up at Housing Court).
No, there was this guy - nice enough kid when he was sober, but he almost never was, and he was literally psychotic when he was on drugs. There was a party - and the party was already going bad, there were guys at the party that just came to partys to trash houses - but this kid starts off drunk, and someone hands him some quailudes - where they came from, I have no idea. Damn things are really 70's, but whatever - kid just goes nuts. Tries to rape two girls, decides to get in a fight with the entire party - at one point this guy, the boyfriend of one of the girls - hits the kid over the head with the steel-tipped cane. Kid hits the ground, stands back up, and starts throwing punches again.
By the time the cops got there (guess who called them? Hi, how ya doin') he was ranting and raving that we were all demons and devils and he was being persecuited.

Unbelievable.

And those deadbeat musicians left me with a grand in unpaid utility bills.

-Don
"He winked at you, huh? Musicians."
-Top Dollar "The Crow"

[thad]

My first semester of college, I had 9am classes. My roommate, however, had to live up to his dad's legacy. He rushed and pledged the same fraternity as his dad, and I heard basically two phrases from him the entire semester:

"Thaaaad.... we got so drunk tonight."

or, the other variation:

"Thaaaad.... we smoked so much [pot] tonight."

So, I only heard from him when he stumbled home between 2-3am. Sometimes I would get back from my last class and he'd still be passed out. Probably the best/worst was the night he was so disoriented he urinated all over his book bag and chair. Nope -- he couldn't even find his way to the sink in the room. Note that this only would have been listed as "the worst" if he had micturated on me or any of my stuff.

[Wonder Woman 2.0]

Ahahahaha, whenever I see you in ningchat now I'm just going to want to go Thaaaaad!

Thaaaaad!

Thaaaaaad!

lollersaurus roxors!

[Sword_of_Light]

Yeah, it was like that on my ship. Ops quarters was 24 bunks, stacked 3 high in not a large room. I remember one guy getting so drunk all he did all night long was groan. The guy in the rack next to his leaned over and punched him hard cause he was so sick of the moaning. All the first guy did was moan louder. Sheer genius.

-Don

[Sara NoH]

I worked late and would usually come home at about 2am. My roommate's boyfriend had to sleep with his door open. He'd get in these huge fights with me for my being so incredibly rude as to turn lights on when I came home. To make things worse, after I turned on lights and then turned them off on my way into my room, I had the nerve to stay up even later typing. In retaliation for my horrible behavior, he'd crank up his TV every morning, he vacuumed the hall several days a week, he'd make smoothies at 6am, and he'd mow the lawn right outside my window at 7am. I ended up crashing on a friend's couch for the last month of the lease.

[Stephanie O]

I'm studying abroad right now and living with 3 other exchange students. Don't get me wrong, they're all wonderful people. However, one of them decided to Skype a friend at about 2:30 in the morning our time. She must have been across the room from the computer, because she was talking even louder than when we have a normal conversation-it was bordering on yelling. Also, there have been a couple times she has gotten a bit drunk...and I have been the one lucky enough to take care of her. This means that as much as I would like to leave the discoteca or bar we are at, I need to wait, hardly able to hear my own thoughts because of how loud the music is and practically suffocating from all the smoke. Sure, I'd rather wait and know she gets back to the apartment safely than sit worrying all night until I know she's back, but still, I can only take so much!

Wow-as I was writing that last part I realized I sound like a mom. But that's just the way I am...I want to know that everybody is alright! Maybe it comes from being a camp counselor...

[Neiloy Mukerjee]

Ah, roommates. You just can't live without them - by definition, at least.

I had a good few interesting experiences last year (one dorm room, four people), but I tend to look at them more as amusing quirks than as annoyances. Bad experiences make funnier stories, after all. I think I'll share one of my favorites:

My roommate was quite a fraternity-party attendee. There's nothing wrong with that, but the after-effects were always fun. On this one occasion, he was unfortunate enough to get black-out drunk, meaning that in addition to not being fully functional that night, he didn't remember a thing the next morning. When he tried to get back to the dorm, he wasn't able to walk properly, so he crawled. [I have no idea how he found the building - a friend saw him and relayed this part to me.] When he got to the door to the building, he knew he had to unlock it; his only problem was that he was under the distinct impression that his phone would be a good substitute for his key. Our friend helped him inside and up the stairs, and then we managed to get him into the room and into his bed (which was lofted about six feet off the ground). We had him drink some water, and after that, he just conked out.
Upon waking up the next day, he had no memory of the previous night - and he had no memory of the No Parking sign and the POLICE sign that had somehow appeared in the room. [He didn't have these when he came into the room before, which means that he must have somehow gotten up, left the dorm, got them, and come back. I will never figure out how.] To this day, outside of what we have told him, he does not know what happened that night. Regardless, he figured that the next weekend seemed like a good time to go to a couple parties.