Terrible Roommate

Terrible Roommate

Fat and lazy spoiled brat…

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Me and my roommate…get…along…in most cases. If I wasn’t her roommate, I’d like her…

I’ve lived with her for about only seven months, and let’s just say, I hate that this is my first college experience.
When I first moved into dorms on the college campus, I was place into community housing because all of the dorm “apartments” (in all simplicity that’s what they were…) were all full…I had another roommate who was a partier…She stayed out all night, came home three in the morning, slamming doors, and turning on all the lights in the room…That’s where I met Danielle, my current roommate…She hadn’t had her roommate come, since by the move in date she decided that she wanted an apartment off campus. I started hanging out with Danielle and liked her. I spent most of my nights in her room and I’d return to mine to sleep. We all got an email that said the housing office still had rooms available and we could meet with them. That is how Danielle and I became roommates…

I went to talk to the housing and they gave us a room, or rather an efficiency, that was only to house one person but they could move to beds into. It doesn’t have rooms, it has a living room, kitchen and bathroom…we use the couch to separate the sides of the room…let’s just say, it was way better than community housing…so I thought…
I never had a problem with her until I learned her ways…she was the baby of the family…spoiled rotten, never did anything for herself…so really I’m the maid, taking out trash, doing dishes constantly, and unclogging the toilet…while she sits around…eating…all the time.

Danielle is a good person, she doesn’t realize she does it…and that’s the problem…I’m too nice to tell her off…I live with her, I don’t want things to get sour…but right now, listening to her snoring, not because she can’t breathe through her nasal passages…because she is so fat she literally is crushing herself…she’s nasty, her feet always stink and she leaves her underwear on the floor, which is the side we keep the TV and everything on…and is also the first thing you see walking into the dorm room…my friends don’t come over because of the smell of her dirty clothes, and because that side is so messy you can’t really hang out…

Tomorrow we have inspection and that is the only time she has cleaned….all last week I cleaned the whole house and today she complained to me because I went to my friend’s house to help her with something. She only complained because I wasn’t there cleaning. I told her I cleaned all day prior…it was her turn. And I was surprised she actually did it. First time ever my side has looked messier than hers…and it’s the boxes I’m putting into my car before the inspection…

She also eats all of my food before I can get a little bit…I may offer you to have some, it doesn’t mean you eat all of it…I got some actual homemade food from my boyfriend…I told her she could have a little bit, guess what she does, take most of everything out…He made it so I could take it home and freeze it…I hadn’t had any of it…and it’s my favorite food he makes…she also takes all my waters, and says she’s buying the next batch, but by the time I’m done waiting for her to, I do it out of desperation…the water here has an advisory, we can’t drink tap even with a filter….which sucks…

If we had separate rooms I wouldn’t have to deal with her…She likes to tell me lies to try and impress me, like, “All my teachers in Highschool loved me so much.” or, “My dad is planning to get me a brand new Nissan Altima. And he’s gonna pay for the insurance too!”

I hear a lot about how her family loves her so much…and I think it’s because two weeks before school I was having drama caused by my mother, who kicked me out…which has depressed me…I have always had mom drama, but what sucks is if I try to talk to her about it, she tells me that my problems aren’t as rough as hers…she’s not working, and she’s getting a free ride through college…I’m having financial problems, and am gonna have to quit school for a year, because of the debt I’m in…I’ve told her and she kinda likes to rub in my face that I, “apparently didn’t try hard enough.” (her words)

She’s rude, lazy and I really can’t wait to have this semester over with…I sometimes feel like she’s my younger sister and I need a break from watching her…and trust me, my 8 year old sister is so much better than her, and I have problems with my sister…
I know there are worse people out there to live with….that I am grateful not to have…but this as a first year experience…has totally ruined my prospective on having a college roommate…

The stinky, slutty thief

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Throughout high school, I read all these horror stories about bad roommates and wanted to room with someone I knew in College. I had met this one girl through local school events and she seemed nice. We were the same major and had shared many interests and hobbies. (We will call her Shannon). Before college, Shannon and I went shopping together for dorm stuff. I ended up paying for most of everything, plus I continued to buy stuff for our dorm all summer.

When our families moved us in, her mom asked my mom if she needed to buy Shannon anything like toilet paper, ect. We were a little annoyed with the question because they didn’t bring anything like that for us. Anyways, her mom bought a few things and two microwaveable bowls to heat soups and stuff in, one for each of us. I brought my two favorite coffee mugs (not intending for her to use one, but Over the semester, Shannon would make Beefaroni and leave the dirty bowls for weeks. I used one of the bowls once to make cheese dip for BOTH of us. Other than the dip, those bowls grossed me out. When we moved in, we had to sign a “roommate agreement” form. The most important thing we agreed on was to ask before we used each other’s things. She broke this often.

While we were just chilling around the dorm one night, we were talking about our high school life and old friends. She explained how she was a bitch in high school and everyone was afraid of her. She kept going on about how good she felt every time someone called her a bitch. She actually told me this! That’s when I decided that I would do my best to put aside any roommate issues expecting things to be explosive if I ever confronted her. (which things were still explosive towards the end of the semester)

Shannon is a big moocher. Everything of mine was “both of ours” but everything of hers wasn’t anything I could really use. She didn’t bring much of anything both of us could use. During our first week on campus, she ate an entire bag of my goldfish. Normally this wouldn’t be such a big deal, but she brought a jumbo box of goldfish for “both of us” that she kept locked up in her closet. She did things like this on more than one occasion. She always claimed she didn’t eat deserts. I guess an entire pack of fudge cookies doesn’t count as a desert.. I often found a few of my drinks missing from the fridge. Besides food, she used my qtips. I walked in the room a few times to find piles of them on her desk.

In the beginning, her family gave us some cases of water (as did mine). However, her mom also gave her three empty gallon jugs for water because they were not going to continue supplying us with water bottles. My parents kept giving us bottles, which were mostly consumed by Shannon. Every time she was in the room or leaving, she would grab a bottle. (this will be brought up later)

While we were still settling in, she complained about my brown paper bag full of extra toiletries under the bathroom sink. While I was doing laundry one day, she took the liberty of “putting away” the contents of the bag even though I had nowhere to put them. Everything ended up on the floor where the bag was. She always complained that my room was messy. I did often have stuff piled up in a corner between my bed and closet, but you couldn’t really see it from the rest of the room. Meanwhile, Shannon always had a pile of clothes and hangers in the middle of the room. My boyfriend would always comment on her underwear and everything being in the middle of the room. Her clothes stunk too because she only showered about twice a week.

Shannon was also an avid pot smoker. I had smoked once before college and no intention of smoking in college. I am planning on being a teacher and I knew drugs could ruin me. However, Shannon got me to smoke with her. Before we started dating, I had a crush on my boyfriend; when things started to look promising, I quit smoking. She saw how successful I was at quitting, and attempted to quit a few times. We obviously had some issues we needed to talk about. Almost every time I tried to talk to her she was higher than a kite. Thus, we didn’t have the chance to talk about “us” This is about the time I realized she was not a good influence on me. She got me to smoke, I got her to quit.

Once I started dating my boyfriend, she got angry with me often over nothing and claimed it was because she was “coping with not having a boyfriend”.

Shannon is kind of a whore. I don’t know how many times she complained to me how everyone calls her a slut/whore. Yet, she would still go to parties and sleep with random guys. One time, she brought back a guy to the room, sat on her bed, and they both waited for me to fall asleep. I knew what was going on, so I pretended that I could not sleep and he eventually left. I don’t even remember his name.

Shannon doesn’t get along with anybody. Our friends across the hall can’t stand her (we’ll call them Hannah and Heather). The four of us used to be friends, but things changed when she caused problems in Hannah’s relationship with her boyfriend. Long story short: Shannon kept telling the boyfriend things that weren’t true about Hannah. He eventually broke up with her. When Shannon found out they broke up, she confided in me that Hannah did nothing wrong and it was all her fault. She then went on about how “good it felt to have a victim” and how she wished we could all be friends again. Of course Hannah had no interest in fixing their friendship. Heather was pretty disgusted with the whole situation, but she lost interest in Shannon’s “friendship” when Shannon told her that she needed space and was trying to find new friends. We were all confused at what she meant, but Shannon was even more confused when Heather actually gave her space. Shannon kept complaining that she had no friends and that she didn’t know what she would do without me. I felt a little bad and put my feelings aside for her. My boyfriend and Heather’s boyfriend can’t stand Shannon either. They even complain and joke about her! I find this funny, because guys usually stay clear of “girl drama”.

People outside of our “group” aren’t fond of her either. Not many people talked about her to me because I lived with her, but everyone else only had bad things to say about her. The few friends she had she would treat like crap. Not only would she say horrible things behind their backs, she would say mean things to them in person! (She told me she was hoping they would get the message that they were annoying her).

Shannon wasn’t only rude to friends and fellow students, she was rude to both of our parents. She would call her parents with me in the room and badger them. She put them on speaker so they “couldn’t argue back with her”. Instead they just hung up. One time while my parents were dropping off some stuff for us, Shannon was being rude to all three of us. My mom said “Well it looks like you want us to leave” and left. While they were walking down the hall, they could still hear Shannon complaining to me. My mom said something I’d love to mention: She mentioned that Shannon seemed sweet when she first met her, but it’s like she is two people now that she has gotten to know her.

In the words of my boyfriend: “Shannon is a thief”. One day while we were in our room, She handed us a handful of headphone jacks she has collected from the piano lab and told us we could pick one. Among the pile, Caleb found his jack that had gone missing. (Were music majors, and one of our classrooms is full of pianos. We need jacks to plug in our headphones. Shannon would go to class early and take any jacks that were there).

One day a sweet girl in our hall was missing her keys. She emptied her purse in front of her door looking for them, but left to find an RA that could let her back in her room. There was a $20 bill in the pile, and while Shannon and I were on our way to do laundry, Shannon took the $20 and gleefully laughed about it the rest of the day. Shannon also had a ton of jewelry that she claimed she stole from a store called Claire’s. She let me borrow earrings one time and said “if you don’t give them back to me, I’ll just steal another pair”.

— This is not even half of the “horror stories” but this is already pretty long so I’m going to round this up. —

Back to the water bottles: I asked her not to drink so many bottles because our supply was very low and she wasn’t contributing any bottles at all. She tried to say she didn’t drink many and I just kind of dropped it. (I had already made my point so she at least knew she needed to stop drinking so many). That night, she lay in bed next to me and started posting nasty things about me on twitter. She knew I could see her tweets, and I did. Now I’m not one to get into “internet drama”, but verbal communication wasn’t getting through to her; so I tweeted “I’m sick of people mooching off me and my family”and went to sleep. We talked the next day and we both decided that we couldn’t live together.

I am so happy to be rid of her!

fk my life

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I am a college freshman and i didnt get pair up with the roomate i chose, so i was assigned to a random guy. The guy is asian, which give me a relief since i thought that asian should have any bad habit,they are usually clean and nice.I am asian myself ,so i know its much better than ending up with a pothead.
As it turn out, he do not do drugs and does not party. He also does not have a normal sleeping habit. He take 8naps a day, and set up 16 alarms to wake him up. This is what make me hate him, he should fking know that others have to fking sleep too, his fking alarm wakes me up 3-6 times every night. He is also a heavy sleeper which make it difficult for the alarm to wake him up, so i have to listen to each alarm to go on for at least 3 min. He also snoree really loud, like really loud, i max the volume on my laptop and can still hear his snore.
Beside from bad sleeping habit, he is also really dirty, he wear the same sweater and sweat pant for the 3months i’ve been living with him. He also shower faster than i brush my teeth, for the past 3 months i’ve only seen him taking shower once.How i know he dont shower? I know because his soap bar is still the same size as 3 months ago,and that is the product he use.
When i first move in ,in late august when it was still hot, the room temperature is always hotter than outside, because all the heat he release.The room always smells like shit.The guy dont shower, and has really strong body ordor, plus the only window is next to his bed ,which he never open .
He also stacks up his trash, he only clear them out once at the end of the week.He bought all the food back to the room and eat them.So, at the end of the week there would be like 30 smelly food containers on his table.

Acid-trip Anita

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Acid-trip Anita: every Monday, I’d return to our dorm room to find her tripping, usually surrounded by 40s of Highlife… She lasted one semester. Great way to kick off my freshman year!

I haven’t had a room mate since then, come to think of it…

Occupy the bathroom for three hours

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My first roommate, freshman year of college. We shared a single 10×18 room.

The first month or so was actually pretty great, because she was constantly out partying and I basically had the room to myself. The trouble arose when she ran out of money and started hanging around all the time. I go to an art school with a characteristically intense workload, and I have no idea how this girl hasn’t dropped out yet. The entire semester I lived with her I think I saw her doing homework once, and her art looked like the shit you’d expect from a middle school class.

She had pictures of her face all over the walls. After she saw me decorating my side of the room with nerdy posters, she decided she wanted some poo poo on her walls too, so she hopped on the computer in the dorm lobby and printed off every single picture on her camera. Most of these were just pictures of her, sometimes with family or friends. Since the printer downstairs was black and white, she colored parts of the photos in with highlighters. And for the few inches of the wall she couldn’t plaster with her own neon face, she’d use completely loving random pages torn out of magazines or shredded up newspaper clippings, sometimes with bible verses written across them in highlighter. I’m sure there’s a serial killer out there somewhere with walls exactly like this.

Oh, all of her art was self-portraiture too.

She skipped class more than she went, usually just to sleep or dick around on her laptop. For a while she’d bring her friend over for eight hours at a time and they’d sit around blasting R&B music and laughing their asses off when I was in the room trying to do homework or sleep, but that stopped after I finally kicked her friend out one night.

She also liked to occupy the bathroom for three hours at a time every week or so while she “did her hair”. She even had a sign she put on the door (scribbled on in highlighter, of course) for when she was doing her hair. I have no idea what kind of hair care procedure takes three hours once a week, but it was probably also the reason why we were constantly filing maintenance reports because her hair had completely stopped the shower drain.

Though my favorite moment living with her has to be when she came in the room at four in the morning on her cellphone, talking in her usual loud speaking voice and waking me up to “YEAH I FORGOT TO TAKE MY BIRTH CONTROL YESTERDAY SO I JUST TOOK TWO TODAY, I THINK I’M PROBABLY FINE.”

After the first semester she moved down the hall to room with her friend. Her new room was right above a friend’s room and they had to report her room several times for the screeching laughter long into the night. I got a new roommate who was far better to live with, though she did get shitfaced drunk the last weekend of school, throw up in my bed and then pass out in the common area floor.

He felt so guilty

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I had a rather weird roommate in college. Well, all 3 of my roomies were weird as hell but I’ll save that for later. This guy in particular was something else.

He constantly hit on our dorm floor girls unsuccessfully, I mean saying poo poo like “so can I motorboat you *poo poo eating grin*” and stuff like that. He was a god at guitar though, like I’d play intros to metal songs to him and he’d master that poo poo in 7 seconds flat. The weirdest part was with his girlfriend who he invited to stay with us for a night.

Our dorm was a 2 bed/ 2 bath set up apartment style so everyone had plenty of room, especially to you know, crash on the couch in the living room in case someone’s girlfriend came over. I offered to crash on the couch during this night, in fact I was adamant about it but every single time he was like “NO MAN I’M NOT GONNA MAKE YOU DO THAT”

“dude I don’t mind”
“no its cool just stay in here!”

This conversation was going on at around 1o:3o pm [my zero key is broken] so they were about to “go to bed” and maybe “do sex” that I didn’t want to see or hear. For some reason he felt so guilty about me leaving the room and eventually I gave in and stayed until the obvious was going to happen. I didn’t want want to hear people have sex 3 feet away from me and slept on the couch. The next day he was like “thanks for sleeping in the living room man!” what the gently caress.

I later found out he got her pregnant and paid for the abortion. Then he turned god fearing because he had a dream where Jesus appeared to him in form of a dvd repair man. Oh yeah but before that he dropped out because he tried to OD on pills so for the rest of the year I had a full room to myself.

pig farmer kid from West Virginia

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Had a roommate that was this pig farmer kid from West Virginia. He was also a fundie who listened to Xtian rock in the room alot. He wasn’t a bad guy, but he was socially retarded. He would go around the room tapping on shit while this Xtian rock played and he thought it was cool. It was very annoying, but you didn’t want to be mean and hurt his feelings. He thought he was really rocking out. He had a washcloth that he hung in his bunk that was odd. And his mom literally carried a Bible with her in the crook of her arm at all times. My friend and I witnessed this on move in day.

One time early on my some friends and I came over to drink and play cards in my friend’s room. The roommate didn’t ask us not to drink or play cards (both were probably a no no to him) or anything. If he had, we would have went to another room. He just left and rented a hotel room. Apparently on the walk to the hotel room, he discovered porn because came back with a few mags the next day. Not even Playboy. More like the really nastyass ones with names describing specific acts that you’d find on the rack in a dumpy party store.

He had the sexual maturity of about a nine year old. And lots of questions for my friend too. One day he popped his head up into my sleeping friend’s top bunk and asked him what he would do if he woke up and “some girl wuz suckin on it?”

Not a bad guy, but not exactly what you’re hoping for in a college roommate when you have to go into the dorms blind. They were tripled, in that room so eventually the roommate moved out later in the term.

Bacon on the counter for three days, then ate it

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I shared an apartment with this girl a few years ago. She was the nastiest individual I’ve ever met. She used to leave leftover food sitting out in the kitchen and living room for days. She once left a package of bacon on the counter for three days, then ate it — all in one sitting I might add. I don’t know how she escaped food poisoning.

She wouldn’t bathe for WEEKS, then when she finally did she’d leave a ring of body filth nearly half an inch thick on the tub. I am NOT exaggerating. We had to go to a friend’s house to shower.

She used to get so drunk that she’d come home and pass out in her bed. She’d be so wasted that she wouldn’t even wake up to pee. She’d pee right in her bed. But worse, she wouldn’t clean it up. Her room, and after awhile the entire apartment, smelled like one big urinal.

She’d leave such a mess in the living room that finally during the last few months we lived with her, we refused to pay equal rent for the apartment. We could not hang out in the living room it was so bad. We were cooped up in our bedroom for months!

She ate our food. We were pretty hard up for cash at the time so we couldn’t afford to feed her. We had to buy only items that didn’t need to be refrigerated so we could keep them locked in a safe-box in our closet.

And the best: She burned our apartment down with a plug-in “back massager”, which she used for, ahem, other purposes. She left it plugged in and on for three days while she went out of town. Apparently the outlet couldn’t take it anymore and WHOOSH! All our stuff gone. Not to mention she’d leave her bong sitting out, and during the fire, the fire marshal found it and was going to have my bf arrested because he was the only one home at the time. She was going to let it happen. The only reason she fessed up to it being hers is because I told her I would call her parents otherwise.

We couldn’t get away from her fast enough. We went to the management and told them our problems and they let us out of the lease early.

Oh, and lurking creeper types: before you get on your high horse about ‘this is how liberals live, blah blah blah,” she voted for your boy Bush in 2000. Thankfully, I have no idea how she voted in 2004.

Bringing guns into the dorm

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My freshman year roommate was a complete psycho. He moved into the dorm room a few hours before I got there and proceeded to divvy out what he thought should be his, stacking his shit on both sides, and claiming both bookshelves. His parents seemed pretty cool, but promptly left when he through a fit after I asked if I could use one of the bookshelves. Fit throwing was pretty much a precursor to our entire term sharing the room. Everything I did he would complain about, and after the first month he got extremely confrontational; up in my face trying to throw down at the littlest things. Half way into the term he decided to join the pistol club, but because he was a psycho he thought it would be best if he kept the gun in our room.

Now I’ve been around guns most my life, and didn’t have a huge issue with him keeping it in the room (even though it was grounds for immediate eviction from the dorms, and expulsion from the university) I figured it was his, and if shit hit the fan I’d just play ignorant and let him take the fall.
Having firearm experience I know it’s generally not a good idea to keep a weapon loaded, or out of a case/lock box for obvious reasons, and being it was the dorms I figured he’d be discreet and at least keep it in his closet or something. O’ was I wrong…. One day I came home and he was freaking out about one of his midterms (that he had apparently failed) and I told him to chill the fuck out only to have him pull back his pillow and show me the gun. He asked me if I had anything else to say… I lost my shit started cussing him out and telling him how fucking unacceptable it was to just leave that out lying around. He then informed me that loaded, under his pillow, was where he kept it (barrel pointed towards my bed).

I told him that I wanted a new roommate and that when I returned the pistol had better be out of our room. Went down to the RD’s room and requested a new roommate (I didn’t throw him under the bus, not wanting to ruin his life… but enough was enough). After a few days of staying with a friend I came back and all his shit was moved out of the room. I found out through our RA that he had a mental breakdown (probably figuring I’d snitched about the gun) packed up his shit and moved into another dorm.

Apparently after finals week he left the gun out on his desk when packing up for winter break, the RA in his new dorm saw it and he was evicted from university housing and was scheduled to go in front of a university panel to “discuss” his future at the school.. Fortunately for everyone he flunked out and didn’t return for winter term.

Sharpening her hunting knife

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I arrived in the room with my parents, and she was already settled. She was sharpening a massive knife. My dad joked and asked if she was preparing for a really bad roommate. She informed us it was a hunting knife and that she had gutted “tons of deer” with it.

Weeks passed and Francie began to skip all of her classes, leading to a lot of phone calls to the room. She ate fried chicken in her bed, leaving the greasy boxes in her bed, in a pile of dirty laundry, papers, and other random objects. She slept under this pile. It smelled. The pile was usually peaked by her television – all on her little twin bed.

She left her car in teacher’s spots and acquired so many parking tickets that she got towed. She had all-day phone arguments with her parents, who at some point acquired my phone number and started calling me to make Francie do things. In the interests of them leaving me alone, I would deliver their messages with a little bit of teenage rebel voice, so she didn’t think I was trying to be a narc, but I was fed up with her being in the room and never going anywhere also. I wanted her to go to class and leave me alone and eat fried chicken somewhere else.

One day, I finally said, “Look, I need your parents to stop calling me – why can’t you just do what they say or at least not be an idiot and get a million parking tickets that they have to pay for, so they don’t know you’re being ridiculous?!” She said, “fine, be a bitch.”

Later that day I came back from class or some activity and she had taken her hunting knife to my mattress, a lot of my clothes, our rug, our bean bag chair, and had killed a squirrel with it and left it in my bed. I called her parents and threatened to press charges. They wrote me a big old check and she got kicked out of school for failing everything, having that knife, smoking in the dorm room, and bringing an animal carcass inside. I didn’t even have to tattle on her