I roomed, off-campus, with a guy I casually knew from high school, and a friend of mine.
roommate A) - pothead, consistently late on bills, would play video games constantly, dirty, smelly, left messes everywhere. The original agreement was that we would all contribute to a grocery fund. This kid ending up buying stuff with it and hiding it. Yeah right, man. Crap
roommate B) - pothead, paid everything on time. Listened to John Mayer, My Chemical Romance, Radiohead, and the Grateful Dead a little too often. Very polite kid. Well-read. Would walk around huffing when upset, and talk to his nice parents like he was spoiled child. Didn't clean up his messes in the kitchen very often. Not crap overall.
At one point in time, roommates a & b let an alcoholic, drug addicted asshole let us stay with us for a couple of weeks without asking me. I was a little put off at first, but after they guaranteed he wouldn't stay for more a few weeks, I relented. Kid had promised to help with bills, and had a baby that stayed with the mom, so I didn't mind at first, figuring I could ignore him. Unfortunately, duder would buy a 12-pack every night he could, would get drunk and exceptionally mean, call one of my roommates a 'nigger', etc. etc. etc. After a few days of this the little shit was out on his ass.
After that, the other two guys didn't seem so bad!
person: your college roomate (freshman year)
42My roommate was Brad. We opened all the exits in Super Mario World together. Further expansion on Brad's greatness would only do him an injustice. I was extremely lucky.
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person: your college roomate (freshman year)
43gravitypinsusdwn wrote:My freshman year- I started mid-year, so I was only with this roommate for one semester. She started this same semester as well (Spring admits), but she did not arrive until maybe the day before school started, so for a week I thought I wasn't going to have a roommate at all, and I was really excited. Then she moved in and all of the other people on the floor noticed, as did I, that she had a very strong personal smell (the guy across the hall said "She smells like Asian"). Melanie was an army brat, recently living in Texas but before that China. She brought a terribly ugly floor lamp and put it RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE of our room because really there is no place for a floor lamp in a dorm room besides right in the middle. She also had all of these tacky asian/girly decoration thngs everywhere.
She was very outgoing, and by outgoing, I mean slutty. She really liked to drink and fuck other people in our dorm, which meant that more that one night I came home from my boyfriend's house, walked in on legs and asses tangles together, and turned around and went back to my boyfriend's. (His housemates were much worse though, but we weren't sharing a room with them. He lived on a house much like the house on Paper Street- no joke) Anyway, I think she fucked every guy on our floor by the end of the semester, among others. She also had a boyfriend who went to another UC school that came to visit, who was one of the most annoying, egotisitcal little dweebs I have ever encounted. She ended up breaking up with him, and he ended up jumping out of the window of a second story dorm room at his school.
The great thing about my freshman year is that I mostly lived over at my boyfriend's, coming home only to shower, change and write papers- so I didn't have to spend much time with her. Actually, the nametags on our doors by the end of the year tell how much I was actually in the dorms:
All this pretty much makes her crap, with a waffle factor of 5 just because I was never there.
However, my sophomore year roommate was much much weirder and much more asian, but I was there a lot less. I never came to the room unless there was something in storage that I needed, or unless my parents were in town. But when I did come home, I found much or the room taken up with Chinese new year style decorations hanging from the ceiling, the walls, everywhere- and puzzles always set up at my desk.
Hey,
Is your band called White Wench?
person: your college roomate (freshman year)
44I actually still live with my freshman college roommate.....after ten very off and on years!
He sings and plays guitar in my band and is my best friend, so I guess that I will have to say not crap!
Although, he never does the dishes......
He sings and plays guitar in my band and is my best friend, so I guess that I will have to say not crap!
Although, he never does the dishes......
person: your college roomate (freshman year)
45He didn't bother me, I didn't bother him.
What more can you ask?
What more can you ask?
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person: your college roomate (freshman year)
46Well, I remember Lucas quite well. He was a "philosophy" major initially. The first thing he said to me the very day I moved into our durm rum was that I had a rather eclectic music collection and proceeded to insinuate that the measure of the moral character of a person was indicated in their music collection. Lucas was quite the extraordinarily fervent Hispanic Catholic. He decorated our room with all these saint statues and would refer to St. Louis de Montfort and and Frank Assisi to no end.
As I recall, Lucas had a, as I put it, "jaunty" side. This jauntiness was a Jekyll/Hyde phenomenon. One moment he would be talking about the mystical experiences of Montfort and the next he would be describing how much he'd like to give it to a coed like an animal. One moment he'd be lecturing me how I was committing a mortal sin by getting drunk, and the next moment I'd leave my room and return to find him in bed with his girl. One moment describing how he wanted to become a mendicant, the next describing his girlfriend's thing in great detail.
He turned out pretty well though, as far as I know, and I was at least as much confused and conflicted and crazy as he was then, and I'm sure he thought such of me just as I did of him.
Salut, Lucas.
As I recall, Lucas had a, as I put it, "jaunty" side. This jauntiness was a Jekyll/Hyde phenomenon. One moment he would be talking about the mystical experiences of Montfort and the next he would be describing how much he'd like to give it to a coed like an animal. One moment he'd be lecturing me how I was committing a mortal sin by getting drunk, and the next moment I'd leave my room and return to find him in bed with his girl. One moment describing how he wanted to become a mendicant, the next describing his girlfriend's thing in great detail.
He turned out pretty well though, as far as I know, and I was at least as much confused and conflicted and crazy as he was then, and I'm sure he thought such of me just as I did of him.
Salut, Lucas.
person: your college roomate (freshman year)
47Chapter Two wrote:Aside from his DEATH METAL he also liked to listen to one particular singer, a lady who seemed like a Chinese Celine Dion, when he was going to sleep. One weekend he went away and left the cd on repeat, so I heard the same terrible song about ten times before I went and pleaded with the building supervisors to unlock his door and turn the damn thing off.
Ha, its funny- almost exactly the same thing happened to me just before Christmas in my halls, except my building supervisors didn’t give a fuck and wouldn’t help. So there was this one song. one fucking Daniel beddingfield song. one fucking Daniel fucking bedingfield BALLAD on repeat for a weekend. It was deadline time, I was ill and didn't have a pot to piss in, so for all these reasons was stuck in my halls (which were located on the green belt in north London, so fuck all to do up there anyways). This song was on at such a low level that I could scarcely hear it (at least on a conscious level) until I was trying to go to sleep. There it was. Quietly crooning. For 60 odd hours.
I honestly wonder to what long term effects this experience had on my sanity- I actually feel sick every time I have the misfortune to overhear it.
Nice story BTW
person: your college roomate (freshman year)
48grrrrrrrrrr.
my freshman year roomates were the singer and bass player for a boston hardcore (generic thrash band) which had a "hit", and otherwise managed to be in the right place at the right time alot. The drummer was a friend of mine from high school, that's how I hooked up with these guys.
We lived in a totally shitty hi-rise apartment in Mission Hill, across from the projects. My school did not provide housing to all freshman, and because i was from a town within 50 miles of Boston, i did not get housing. It was still a freakin hour train ride from school because of the way the green line branches out, I had to go into town, then back out again.
I spend a lot of time hanging around with these guys, going to band practice with them, etc. They were good guys, but real slobs. Our kitchen quickly became unusable due to the swarms of cockroaches. It was fun tho, I remember when their record (1st one) came in. We kept them in our closet. It was so exciting to see the records, with the covers and sleeves. Everybody wondered what the hell happened to Andy's guitar sound on the record tho. Like, was it supposed to sound so thin and shitty?
But things were OK through the first year. Then they decided to get a dog. A pit bull. They never fucking walked him, so he destroyed the furniture and shat everywhere. I went home for a week, and came back to find hundreds of piles of dog shit in the living room. Dave was away, and Spute (not in school) had just been feeding the dog and heading out to work, completely ignoring the sheer destruction and shit smeared chaos in the living room. The poor fucking dog was hoarse from barking all day long, locked in the apartment by himself. The neighbors were apoplectic.
I moved out after that. My parents paid the land lord to let me out of the lease. I moved into a 1 bedroom in Kenmore square. Then I transfered to Michigan, where my roomates were all stellar.
After I moved back to Boston, I saw Dave once when his new band came thru town, and we shared some laughs. I have not seen Spute, although i heard he moved to LA and works in some corporate job making tons of cash. Good for him. Looks like he finally grew up.
So Dave and Spute - you guys were pretty much not crap, except for that whole dog thing......
my freshman year roomates were the singer and bass player for a boston hardcore (generic thrash band) which had a "hit", and otherwise managed to be in the right place at the right time alot. The drummer was a friend of mine from high school, that's how I hooked up with these guys.
We lived in a totally shitty hi-rise apartment in Mission Hill, across from the projects. My school did not provide housing to all freshman, and because i was from a town within 50 miles of Boston, i did not get housing. It was still a freakin hour train ride from school because of the way the green line branches out, I had to go into town, then back out again.
I spend a lot of time hanging around with these guys, going to band practice with them, etc. They were good guys, but real slobs. Our kitchen quickly became unusable due to the swarms of cockroaches. It was fun tho, I remember when their record (1st one) came in. We kept them in our closet. It was so exciting to see the records, with the covers and sleeves. Everybody wondered what the hell happened to Andy's guitar sound on the record tho. Like, was it supposed to sound so thin and shitty?
But things were OK through the first year. Then they decided to get a dog. A pit bull. They never fucking walked him, so he destroyed the furniture and shat everywhere. I went home for a week, and came back to find hundreds of piles of dog shit in the living room. Dave was away, and Spute (not in school) had just been feeding the dog and heading out to work, completely ignoring the sheer destruction and shit smeared chaos in the living room. The poor fucking dog was hoarse from barking all day long, locked in the apartment by himself. The neighbors were apoplectic.
I moved out after that. My parents paid the land lord to let me out of the lease. I moved into a 1 bedroom in Kenmore square. Then I transfered to Michigan, where my roomates were all stellar.
After I moved back to Boston, I saw Dave once when his new band came thru town, and we shared some laughs. I have not seen Spute, although i heard he moved to LA and works in some corporate job making tons of cash. Good for him. Looks like he finally grew up.
So Dave and Spute - you guys were pretty much not crap, except for that whole dog thing......
person: your college roomate (freshman year)
49Eric W. was my freshman year roommate at Seattle University. He was pretty not crap--a good guy who was basically clean It helped that both of us were serious about school, so I don't have any stories about one keeping the other up late at night during a drinking binge or something. I can't remember any fights.
The one thing that irritated me is that, on the morning after I had my lady friend over, he kept jokingly reading from the Bible and calling me a sinner, and this went well past the point of being funny. If he had one fault, it was that he wasn't the funniest guy in the world. He also had some other annoying characteristics, but hey, you're 17 or 18 and out in the world on your own for the first time. I'm sure I annoyed him sometimes as well.
His taste is music was so-so. He sometimes decided that he was going to like a particular band before he heard them and would more or less force himself to eventually like the band. Thus, I had to listen to Rollins Band and Social Distortion much more frequently than I would have preferred. Still, he went to see Social Distortion live once, and the opening band--Pegboy--apparently blew them off the stage. After that show, Pegboy replaced Social Distortion on our stereo, and this made me happier.
All of this happened in Seattle in 1990. It was a great time to be at that age.
The one thing that irritated me is that, on the morning after I had my lady friend over, he kept jokingly reading from the Bible and calling me a sinner, and this went well past the point of being funny. If he had one fault, it was that he wasn't the funniest guy in the world. He also had some other annoying characteristics, but hey, you're 17 or 18 and out in the world on your own for the first time. I'm sure I annoyed him sometimes as well.
His taste is music was so-so. He sometimes decided that he was going to like a particular band before he heard them and would more or less force himself to eventually like the band. Thus, I had to listen to Rollins Band and Social Distortion much more frequently than I would have preferred. Still, he went to see Social Distortion live once, and the opening band--Pegboy--apparently blew them off the stage. After that show, Pegboy replaced Social Distortion on our stereo, and this made me happier.
All of this happened in Seattle in 1990. It was a great time to be at that age.
person: your college roomate (freshman year)
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