surferlove007

This is a fascinating thread that's been dug up.
I have plenty to contribute.

Freshman year at Texas Tech I had a pretty cool roomie named Wonjee. She and I hung out with her friends whom eventually adopted me into their friend circle, we'd all go have lunch together most days etc. Well Wonjee becomes friends with Zaneta (whom I'm still very good friends with today) and Zaneta is rooming with this other girl...we'll call her Madonna. Madonna seemed nice at first, we'd all hang out with her group of friends which incidentally is how I met JStrider. Well Madonna tells me I'm not allowed to date him. I told her if we did date I'd talk to her first. She stirred up a lot of drama between the whole roommate situation.
So...fast forward a few months. Wonjee and Madonnas relationship has progressed and now they're the best of friends. My hate for this girl has grown immensely. Wonjee would often ask me to clean up my side of the room for when her parents would visit (at least once a month, sometimes twice) and I was in architecture mind you, I often was working on projects so my side was pretty messy. But it wasn't dirty messy, it was just a little cluttered. She would also stay up till three and four in the morning while I was trying to sleep. She didn't like confrontation and usually just wrote stuff down into messages on face book instead of talking about it. It also put James in an awkward position because he's friends with her but she hates me because she secretly wanted him. Well whenever Madonna would come down to Wonjee and I's room I would just glare at her and ignore her. Finally I told Wonjee not to invite her over again or I'd tell her to leave myself. She's a rude person who is mean to almost everyone except her friends. Freaking music majors...(no offense to you music folk out there)
So the semester is coming to a close, Wonjee sends me a message over face book WHILE in the room with me that she's moving into a room with Madonna and her's mutual friend Saundra. Fine with me! Just an extra $500.00 for the semester to have a single.

Summer Roomies from Hell.
So the summer semester II rolls around, I had some awesome roommates from summer I that both moved out because they were only doing one semester. I get some new girls that seemed nice enough. Another thing, I was told I would have the apartment to myself so I went home to Fort Worth and got my cat Michelle and took her up there with me for the remaining semester so I wouldn't be completely by myself. Well when I come back to my apartment, new girls are there. The first thing I thought of was what if they were allergice...that could of been a disaster. They weren't.
Well they move in...and I have glasses and stuff there, groceries etc. They use my glasses without washing them, they eat my food without asking or replacing it. These girls were both Indian so often times they would have Indian food in the fridge. (I'm not hating on Indians so don't think I'm saying that) but they would leave it there for over a week. The whole fridge would stink. I personally don't like Indian food. Also they would come in at 6 in the morning, I had to be at work at 8.
One morning I recall them coming in with there friends and I pretty much lost it. I threw open my door and told them to Shut the Fuck Up or move out because I was sick of them coming in at all hours of the morning and waking me up. They were pretty drunk and apologized and left.
I realize now they could of gotten me in trouble for having my cat there. Michelle was very well behaved, she hung out in my room and she would even hang out with them from time to time. I just worried about her getting out of the apartment because they would be careless and forget to shut the door all the way and I'd go to the kitchen and see the door was partially open and freak out and look for my cat.

Last semester was probably the worst.
I moved in with a girl because the rent was a good price. $300.00 a month plus an avg. of $100.00 for utilities she said. Well it seemed ok. My mattress was nearly as old as I was and the bathroom was small. She was so proud of all of her supposed upgrades she had done in the bathroom but the work was shitty and cheap. I know because I've renovated bathrooms with my dad. I didn't mention anything about it to her. My room was extremely tiny. The bed just got worse and worse. Another girl named Katy moves in with us too and she's really cool. I liked Katy way more than Melanie (the girl who's parents owned the house). So school's happening. I'm flying back and fourth between Lubbock and Houston the entire semester. The utility bills were insane. The first month's utilities were $147.00. The reason being she ran the air condition ALL the freaking time. Even at night when it was 50 degrees outside. I would go at night and turn the temperature up from 66 to about 70 because I was freezing. She would then complain that we need to leave the temperature down for whatever BS reason. She refused to open the windows because it made her nervous about getting raped or something. Her parents were too stupid not to install an alarm system or even give her a gun. I had a baseball bat and I was the best person to defend us if something had happened.I told my mom and dad this and they were pretty irritated.
Basically I was only nice to her because I wanted to be sure my parents got their down payment back. I'll get to that issue later.
So we're having thermostat wars, I finally take some paper and tape and tape my vent shut in my room. I get cold very easily and at night I don't like cold air blowing on me. So it worked for a few days but then the paper would get ripped or the tape would come off. I went home and my mom got me a heating blanket and I took my heater with me. My reasoning was, well if she's making me pay for her Air Conditioning she can pay for my heater. So finally after a month I'm warm.
I also started going home on the weekends so I wouldn't have to be in the house. It was a 300 mile drive each way. Mom and dad knew something was wrong. So more issues sprang up. When I'd leave she would go into my room and search for dishes. The dishes always ended up being in Katy's room. The contract didn't allow me to put in my own door knob which I wish I could of changed. I didn't think she would be disrespecting me by going into my space that I was paying for and looking through my shit. So fine. I've put up with all that.

Parking the cars. Melanie drives a BMW Mini because she's just special and her parents spoil the crap out of her. I drive a VW Beetle and Katy drives a Mercury mountaineer. Well She immediately gets the garage and Katy and I share parking on the street and in the other driveway spot. Now that I think about it, I should of parked in front of her spot and left with a friend blocking her into her garage. Anyway she used to complain about my car being too close to the garage, and then being too close to the driveway. Just really stupid stuff, it's like come on you're driving a teacup get real.

A few more things, but this is good therapy.
Laundry. We had a laundry room in this house, and I did my laundry pretty regularly. Melanie and Katy followed suit as well. Well Melanie has on average 2 friends come over twice a month to use the machine to do about 3 loads of laundry a piece. Then they would leave their delicates in the living room to dry for several days. I was pissed about that because they never paid for it and I know for a fact that Katy and I were paying for their laundry.

So we get to the money my parents put down to reserve my room.
I left my room a week early and in pristine condition. I didn't however get her to sign a sheet of paper stating the room was how it was before I got there. She claimed that I broke the mirror that wasn't screw into the floor. (Closet doors were mirrors) the base it hadn't been put onto a base and she claimed I damaged the carpets so bad that she had to hire Stanly steamer to come out and steam clean them even though she told me before that she did that anyway. Total bitch. I'm still irate about how my parents were treated. They kept my parents $200.00. Jerks. Next time I'm in Lubbock I can't ensure some damage won't occur to her house.

So yea. That's my roommate stuff.