My first college roommate (at SHSU) was a Criminal Justice major. He was a very interesting person... He used to have a police scanner that he would leave on overnight because he "didn't want to miss anything." He had a Boy Scout banner he hung in the window, facing out. I hung a poster of Stewart Copeland right next to it so people would know that there was at least ONE cool person living there. He had a CB radio that he would talk to his friends with (instead of a phone) and he used all the CB lingo when he talked (ie. that's a big 10-4, good buddy!! etc). When I ordered pizza, he would ask me if he could have that little plastic thing they put in the middle of the pizza to keep the box from crushing it. He "collected" them. Why? To this day, I have no idea. Any other good stories?
My first year in college my roommate was notorious for jacking off in his bed during the middle of the night. Very annoying.
My college roomate had a dog outfit from a theme park he used to work at. Beginning of every year he would go meet the freshmen girls in the suit - very funny. He was also very into prank calling and got the police called to our room for pissing off AT&T. He's a comedian in the Midwest now - the dog suit is still part of his act.
Let's see: Roomed with two other folks for a while... One roommate had a loft bed but only slept on a couch underneath it. They both went "fishtank crazy" and for a while there was ~1500 gallons of total aquarium space in the apartment, about 900 of which was in the bedroom where the roomate with the couch bed under the loft slept. Totally destroyed the carpet and I'm surprised the building did not collapse under the weight (2nd story apartment). The other roommate was a brilliant physics major and he was obsessed with building a robot that would fetch beer. Constantly set off the fire alarms soldering electronics in his room. Same rooomate ordered about 10 old 386 and 486 computers off ebay (spent 50 bucks each shipping them, way more than they were worth) and built a beowulf cluster in the corner of the room, which made his room about 800 degrees when all of the CPUs were running. In that same room was another loft bed, under which was a giant plasic pond which held a 12-inch Caiman (alligator). For a while there was also a chameleon living in there. Same roommate building the robot routinely visited car junkyards to find parts for the beerbot. Came home one day to find the entire apartment reeking of paint thinner because he was cleaning windshield wiper motors off on newspapers in the living room. Roommate before those two fenced and described himself as the "gayest straight man" in the dorm due to his flamboyant wardrobe. He was definitely NOT gay, based on his superbly revolting stripper-girlfriend (who cheated on him about 8,000,000 times) but it made an already interesting situation a little more awkward. My last roommate once came home after his last final and asked me to help him unload some groceries from his truck. Turned out he had bought 800 dollars in beer and we threw everything out from the fridge to fit it all in there. He knew I had a huge final the next day too, that b*stard. I could fill up pages with more stuff...
my freshman year roomate: was a fruity theater major from Fargo, ND was a loner; he didnt socialize with anyone on the floor or in the dorm would sing really loud in the room when i wasnt there (i would hear him in the halls when walking towards the room). He would record his voice on tape. Nothing odd about that i guess, but he would sing the same exact song every time (the stone temple pilot's song from the Crow soundtrack) would email me whenever he had an issue with me rather than talking to me directly
My college roomate and I used to have a home based business. One of our biggest customers was the University of Texas men's basketball team.
I had to look that up. Nerds. My freshman year roomate was a bit of an ass and for some reason he thought it would be cool to be an alcoholic even though he had a genetic liver condition passed down by his (you guessed it - alcoholic) father. Shockingly, early second semester he had to go home on medical leave because hisl iver was shutting down. They never gave me another roomate after that so my closet-sized dorm was not as crappy. Sophomore year I shared an apartment with two dance majors. They were great friends at the beginning and mortal enemies by the end. Nothing is worse than being in the crossfire of two high strung and emotionally fragile (all dancers are) chicks in the middle of a year-long battle. Junior year my "roomates" were a nice French couple in Paris who cooked and cleaned for me. They were the best. Senior year I chose not to have a roomate. Loved being by myself in my apartment.
Mulletman's post reminded me of some more zaniness. same roommate with the couch under the loft bed was a friggin drama queen like no other. Kept to himself a lot and listended to death metal and christian punk bands. Eventually moved out all of the sudden and sent me a freekin manifesto of reasons he was pissed via email - all of which were either untrue allegations, things from over a year ago, or trivialities I would have changed had he bothered to talk to me about it. Same guy had a werido girlfriend who LIVED at our place one whole summer. She had her own place, but never left ours. Ate our food, bummed around on the couch during the day while we were at work, and generally just pissed everyone off. Physics major roommate used to make beanie weenies, only he went out of his way each time to make them more hazardous to your health. Whole package of hot dogs, chili, beans, an entire package of jalepeno jack cheese, and ever imaginable form of hot pepper he could find at the store. Stuff burned every imaginable piece of your body as one ate it. And he made enough to last several days. Of course we all ate it, but moody roommate (above) was some form of beanie-weenie tank and ate that stuff breakfast, lunch, and dinner until it was gone. Apartment smelled like a methane factory at the end of those weeks. Insane.
i didn't have bad horror stories with my roommates. my wife, however, roomed with a girl who went on a date to a sorority party with a guy who was like 30 years old. he got really drunk. come back to the apartment...and proceeded to piss all over their couch. winner.
My apartment with the two roommates I talked about previously became a dumping ground for every family's furniture. We had 6 couches and like 4 recliners for a while. Got drunk as **** one might and we made a fort out of them that took up the entire living room. Stayed that way for about a week before we finally took it apart.
I was fortunate to have some pretty good roommates but still had some funny experiences with them. My sophmore year roommate was a big guy who came in on a soccer scholarship. One night he had a friend from home visiting and they got really drunk. My roommate was about 6'-2" and 235 lbs of almost all muscle. He was a really nice guy though and would never intentionally harm anyone. That night though for some reason that night he kept on doing atomic elbows on me and his friend. He also locked me out of the dorm room and the RA came down to complain about the noise. While I was locked out she made me go and knock on the door to tell him to be quiet. Why I was knocking he opened the door and pantsed me, underwear and all, in front of the RA and the rest of the dorm floor. The RA wasn't amused and she went up to knock. While she was telling him to open the door he yelled, "I'm either coming out without my pants or not at all." She kept on knocking and then his buddy opened door naked from the waste below. She took one look down and then looked right back at the guys face and said as though nothing had happened. "You guys have to keep it down." My roommate let me back in and things seemed to settle down. Just as I was falling asleep my roommate yells, "ATOMIC ELBOW!" grabs his buddy sleeping on the floor and tosses him into my bed and jumps on top of both of us and starts elbowing us. THat went on for another half hour until he finally passed out. I had never seen him that drunk before or that drunk after, thankfully, but other than that he was a good roommate and I'm sure he's got plenty of stories about me.
My roommate freshman and sophomore years (this is my last month with her) is pretty cool. She's from Dallas though, which means she's annoying in some aspects. What drove me crazy was her buying a $1000 Coach purse on the internet one day like it was nothing. Well, that and her $6500 boob job. I was always kind of jealous that she had money to blow like that.
