My first college roommate was, um, interesting. I’m very convincing she never showered or did laundry. She wore one of two outfits the entire semester: pj pants and a hoodie, or jeans and an old tshirt. That’s a total of 4 articles of clothing. She had about an inch of makeup on, and I never ever saw her without it. Never saw her do laundry, never saw her even wash her face. And yes, our room smelled like it. The kicker was every weekend her bf would come to visit. They would spend the entire weekend in their pj’s (both of them wore the same pjs every single weekend, all weekend), and they would just sit in the room, for 3 straight days. Eventually I learned to leave for the weekend and stay somewhere else on campus until monday morning. They were so odd. Eventually I got so pissed about never getting to be in the room on the weekend because of her and her smelly boyfriend, I brought someone back to the room when I was wasted and didn’t really give a crap. She wrote some not very nice things about me on our dry erase board on the door. Over winter break I got a letter saying I had a new roommate. PHEW. She ended up moving down the hall. It made for some awkward hallway encounters.