My roommate freshman year was really cool, for the first semester. We liked video games, most of the same music, got along well, etc. We were also both majoring in the same subject, so that was cool. So, first semester went by very smoothly.
Enter second semester. We get back from the holidays, and he goes back home on the first weekend after break. He comes back saturday afternoon, and seemed generally upset, so I asked him what was wrong. Well, he never told me the full story, but his girlfriend broke up with him. After that, it all went to fucking SHIT. He would play call of duty and SCREAM at the television (on my xbox/tv/internet… we only had 2 ethernet ports and no wireless, so I would let him use mine for xbox live if I wasn’t there, and let him finish a couple games after I got back before making him return my internet). I mean he would fucking yell at this game like it just raped his grandmother in front of him.
He would get food, most notably sushi with very generous amounts of soy sauce, leave his trash on MY desk, on MY FUCKING COMPUTER, getting soy sauce all over it. Luckily, it was only on the outside, but I was still pissed. Very pissed. He left all sorts of other trash on my desk and on my bed, which I made him clean up. He seemed obvlivious to it. “dude… clean your fucking trash off my shit… seriously, this has got to stop.” “oh my bad I didn’t notice.”
He would wake up at 3 in the morning and start watching world of warcraft videos on youtube at full blast, and seemingly didn’t notice that I was in the room (again “oh sorry dude, my bad”). If he wasn’t in bed by 9 o’clock, he would come home at 1-2 in the morning, turn the light on, and get on the phone (once again…. he says “oh sorry, my bad.”).
In addition to leaving his trash everywhere, he just threw all of his shit like clothes, books, papers, gadgets, etc, under his bed, which eventually spread out into such a massive pile that I couldn’t open our dorm room door.
When he went to bed at 9:00pm and I wasn’t even remotely tired, I would turn my computer brightness all the way down and plug in headphones so he could sleep, but he’d just wake up and tell me to shut it the fuck off, to which I replied “look, it’s only like 9:30. You live with another person. I try to be as considerate as I can, but seriously, a little bit of computer glow isn’t going to kill you. Wear those eye-cover things you bought 3 weeks ago.” “oh i forgot I had those.” Needless to say, it fucking sucked.
tl;dr: freshman roommate was cool first semester. second semester, his gf (of a presumably long time) broke up with him, and he fell apart
edit: text wall also, he started masturbating to hentai when I was in the room. we were both at our desks, which were facing the same way. 3 feet from each other. What the fuck.
explanatory edit: By scream, I mean we would have people complaining from another wing of the building because he screamed so violently when he played CoD (one time from someone 2 floors below…)