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| tubularbills |
| quote: | Originally posted by jfk-pilot
haha, i got stuck with some morrocon kid, who was 22, and was rich as . Now it was great at first, but then this kid just became all anti social and , had a couple of arguments, but nothing serious. From Sophmore year till now, me and my friends rented a house, which is much better then living in a dorm |
houses are so much better than dorms. but then apartments suck worse than dorms, i found....because here you had about the same amount of people living in an area, but it seemed to be less social.
i lived in a single-occupancy dorm my junior year, and it was freaking amazing. i had a friend living across the hall, with a den between us, and my other friend dawn below me. it was great because we each had our own rooms.
dorms were fun, mainly because of the social aspect of it, but if you had a sucky roommate, it kinda dampered the situation :( |
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| inconspicuous |
| quote: | Originally posted by tubularbills
things were fine until like 2 months into school and he got weird. he kept referring himself as "the magnum" because he felt he was well endowd. no kidding, he would walk up to people [girls, and guys], and say, "hey , i'm kevin....people call me the magnum, for more than one reason." |
that reminds me of that 2nd kid I mentioned. It was the first year of high school (yeah, boarding). Anyways, he used to always make the most ridiculous claims about his "sex life" which was insane because he was butt-ugly, looked like he was 5 and like an enormous penguin--and was an ass. Anyways, this also transferred into random comments about his "endowment." At some point, he wound up saying, "Yeah, my dick's so big, I can stick it in my own ass." Who knows if he was trying to be funny or not, because he'd said other like that before ("I have to tape it to my leg for basketball," etc.), but from that moment on, everyone knew him as "the kid who sticks his dick up his ass." Thank God he moved out. |
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| nchs09 |
semester is like... almost over?: 1 or 2 weeks left?
after the semester is over kick his ass/her bitch ass out! or ask for a trasnfer! |
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| tubularbills |
| quote: | Originally posted by inconspicuous
"Yeah, my dick's so big, I can stick it in my own ass." Who knows if he was trying to be funny or not, because he'd said other like that before ("I have to tape it to my leg for basketball," etc.), but from that moment on, everyone knew him as "the kid who sticks his dick up his ass." Thank God he moved out. |
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| inconspicuous |
| quote: | Originally posted by tubularbills
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way time. |
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| TheWhiteQueen |
earlier this semester i had a crazy ass roomate. she went to bed at 7 and woke up at 6 for crew practise-- who needs 11 hours of sleep ever night!?! Plus she lied to everyone and told them she got up at 4am. and i would walk into my room in the middle of the day (like 3pm) and flip on the lights and she'd get pissed because she'd be napping and i would not have realised it. plus my mear presence in the room would wake her up (even if i was just sitting and reading) so she kicked me out of the room at 7 everynight and would get really pissed when i came back at like 12. Plus most nights she would wake up drenched in sweat and freaking out about having to get up.
plus she'd secretly open the window in the middle of the night when it was like 5 below 0 out.
and she kept the lights off and the shades drawn even when she was awake.
and once i walked in and she was naked with a knife painting herself in the mirror and taking pictures.
I'm not even joking about that last part. |
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| narcism |
my room mate in malta was hell crazy
just ask coup :nervous: |
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| Theresa |
Yes yes yes.
1st real apartment:
-roomie = 40+ year old male
-total drunkard
-stole my laundry
-tried to unlock my bedroom door at 4am to "insulate the attic" (we lived in the basement of a house... :conf: )
-had a seizure from drinking too much and himself (I am NOT kidding... he destroyed his pants)
-played the guitar outside of my bedroom door at all hours of the day or night (favourite time seemed to be 12/1/2/3 am on weeknights).
-stole my food
2nd place:
-roomie = 25 year old stoner male
-had no job
-would walk around naked
-hid condoms all over the house and blamed it on me when the landlord asked about it
-smoked weed CONSTANTLY
-convinced random chicks who came over to get topless and give him massages (awkward)
-had a perma mold of his ass in the couch from playing xbox (or game cube... or something. He was obsessed with Zelda)
-got fired from a job the very first day because he came in stoned and drunk
-got fired from a paper route because he told them he had a car (which he didn't) and then couldn't figure out what to do with the 800 papers he had to deliver all over the city (he thought he could do it on his bike)
-"iamsuck" was partially encouraged by him (gave me rum when I was ed up with a fever and meds)
Same place different guy:
-roomie = 30-50 + indian male
-hated women
-refused to do ANYTHING I asked (and the only thing I ever really asked was to leave the porch light on,) no matter what I did (taped light switch up, left notes, asked nicely x100000, finally flipped on him when I came home at 3 am from work and couldn't see a damn thing....) :whip:
-made the bathroom the most disgusting, revolting place EVAR, and expected me to clean it
-opened up my mail
-took sterling silver cutlery out of the brand new packaging (still sealed), from my cupboard!!! and used a spoon because there were no clean ones left
-told people who called the common house phone that I didn't live there
-refused to let me use the tv the VERY rare times I ever wanted to
-closed the front door on me 4-5 times while I was MOVING OUT because "the bugs were getting in" when I was coming in and out with furniture. He finally got lost when one of the guys who was helping me told him to off.
Same place ANOTHER roomie:
-roomie = same age as myself, old friend, female
-had boyrfriend pretty much living with us (NOT part of the deal)
-would get mad at me when I would use the bathroom to shower etc. which would take away from the time for her AND her boyfriend to get ready
-ran as much electricity as possible (lights and tv in living room on when no one was home, blasting the AC and opening the doors and windows, let bf stay constantly and use our water and electricity, and then expected me to pay half of the bill anyway, but then complained that she shouldn't have to pay half the internet bill when she didn't use the net.)
-had people over ALL THE TIME (and parties) no matter whether I wanted people there or not (was working night shift, and she would have people over during the day and would keep me up the entire day. When I asked her *nicely* to find someplace else to go, or change the times she had people over, she replied "just because you don't want people over doesn't mean I should have to stop my life" :rolleyes: ) She would then accuse me of being bitchy and rude when I got up... well sorry, the doorbell ringing every ing 10 minutes when I am trying to sleep doesn't put me in the best of moods.
-Would need to be nagged to actually clean up after herself (and her parties), and would expect me to help out (even though I was at work when she had everyone over).
Gah.
I have had some horror story roomie situations. Luckily, having such terrible roomies has made me appreciate how awesomely awesome the roomie I have now really is, (even though he can piss me off sometimes).
P.S. The last one... about 8 months ago came to me at a party (lots of mutual friends,) and apologized profusely for being such a horrible roomie, being so selfish and taking advantage of me. I guess she had a really bad roomie after me, and got some karma thrown at her. Made her feel bad. We are only starting to mend our friendship (on speaking terms now at least), and we lived together in 2005. |
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| Ian |
| And people call me mad for wanting to learn from home :p At least here all I have is my puppy who steals underwear off the floor & leaves it in the yard and has a taste for tissues |
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| ZeJayMan |
| I shag mine from time to time. Bonus. I rent out the place I live in to a couple of girls. |
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| Lilith |
Yup, there was Kathy...
I was 17, out of school and had my self a job and going to TAFE on the side where I met her and she let me stay at her house which she shared with a few other people. $80 a week, room of my own = great 'cause I was poor!
She was sweet as sugar and the nicest person you'd ever meet, she was a 3rd year hairdresser and I was a trainee beauty therapist, girly fun practising stuff on each other :haha:
It was top fun until they decided to have a party, some people over and her boyfriend, got to meet some new people and hone my underage drinking skills. Kath started getting loaded on some really nasty blue Vok and lemonade with her friends, then after that it was wine in a box.
(Wine comes in boxes, it's ethenol, grape juice and sand)
Basically, it flicked a switch off in her head.
The one which normally stops us from killing our fellow human beings, which is ok, as long as you don't irritate someone like that and then *BAM!* Holy crap! PSYCHO!!! :eek:
In this case, her boyfriend, she had a right hook that lashed out and cold clocked this bloke who would have been around 6'2" and 70-80kg, she was maybe 4 inches taller than I was (midget) and while he's down starts pogo'ing on his head giving him a taste of boot.
It took 4 girls to drag her off and we lost a lot of skin in the process doing it, I figured it was a once off thing.
It wasn't
Once or twice a week she'd get loaded and do someone over, usually the boyfriend, rest of us where too wise to get in front of that bulldozer.
I used to hide in my cupboard :nervous:
After a few months hiding in a cupboard not wanting to get killed, I found somewhere else to live. |
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| Sushipunk |
| quote: | | Originally posted by Lilith |
Ah yes. Nothing like the Jekyll and Hyde type of flatmates 
I was 19 and moved into a random share house in Toowong. Lovely folk living there, just lovely.
Two weeks later, I now know that the two girls living there are HARDCORE christians. I don't have 'too' much of an issue with that, but they were bordering on fundamentalist type behaviour, which at 19 I guess I wasn't really...errr...prepared for.
They were, however, the least of my worries.
It was a student share house. The [smart] guy, that moved out just before I moved in, was the TV owner. Me, being wicked cool, had a 34cm TV (hahahaha YES! A full 13.39 inches!) to offer the household.
One of my flatmates, the chilled relaxed Irish guy, would always chill on the deck, sometimes with us all, playing guitar, singing along to stuff. All kinds of stuff. It was great.
He could get a bit 'erratic' though.
Like the time, while all 4 other house members were sitting watching [my] TV. Some show, probably crap, but damn...we were watching it. Not at a loud volume either.
Next thing you know, he runs (I am NOT exaggerating, he ing ran) into the room, shouted various obscenities at us, grabbed my ing TV and threw it out the door. Threw. Out the door. I have to at least concede that it was a good throw too, it went a good 10 meters and basically turned to upon it's landing.
And he was angry at US :wtf:
I mean, what do you really say to that? Especially since he RAN away after it. Yes, RAN.
Only later, about 2 months after the household broke up (who would have guessed :wtf: ) that I found out from some of [Irish guy's] friends, and one of my other flatmates, that he was a heroin junky. He used to regularly go to Albert Park (at one time a prominent hang out for gay guys looking for male prostitutes) and sell his arse for smack money.
The 'erratic' behaviour finally made sense.
RIP, my poor TV :( |
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