One of my first college roomates had two big posters on her side of the room: marilyn manson and garth brooks. I made her move marilyn because I couldn't handle that face as the first thing I saw in the morning.
She had a thing for Garth. A serious thing for Garth. One day she told me how she was really his biggest fan (literally and figuratively) and how she would probably quit school early so that she could marry him.
Isn't he already married?, I asked, because I was pretty sure that he was. I thought they even had kids...She lunged towards me and she shot me with a death look. "He might be now, but he'd leave her for me. I'd kill for him."
Wacko.
Incidently, I went out and bought the most obnoxious School House Rock poster, a big smiley face poster, and a precious moments poster for her to look at every morning...
The end.
* This post was originally my comment on Nicolemart's blog (see Starboard), but after thinking about it I decided it was a good story and worthy of reposting here.
What's your best bad roomate story? I could go on this string for a long time.
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8 comments:
How crazy is this? I have never had a roomate, other than family. I never lived on my own until the counterpart moved in. So I guess this subject leaves me storyless, although I like your revenge story!
My sister was my wowrst room mate ever. NEVER let family mocve in with you. It won't work. To keep a long story short, I'll just say L.A.Z.Y.
Dawn
Remember my roommate Corey?
For about the last year and a half we lived together, he had this porn movie called The Daily Grind that he would watch in my VCR, and then leave it in there for me to find. So whenever I had someone over to watch a movie, I always eneded up taking this porn flick out of my VCR and explaining very sheepishly that it was my roommate's. No- really it was!!! :)
Oh! I remember *being* there when you took it out of your VCR --- and I may have repressed memories of walking in on Cory WATCHING the grinder... those were the days.
Using plates for toast and jam and then putting them straight back in the cupboard without washing up? Declaring a pants amnesty?
There are SO many...
HAHA! I liked your story in both places. I'm still laughing at the School House Rock poster...
I raise you one...this is gross BTW. My first college roomate stole a pair of my favorite jeans (they had this cute embroidered flower on the butt) and I say stole, because she didn't ask to take them while I was fake sleeping on my bed. She took them and then, much to my shagrin, started her period in them. She then tried to was them with a bar of soap and the washing machine using hot water (shrinking them, of course). She didn't even apologize. She just put them back in my drawer and acted like nothing happened... Ahh, the good ol' days.
I don't know if it was this post that influenced me to dream about living in the dorms, but I did again last night. I dreamed that I was in one of the rooms that would accomodate three people, and there were two showers in the room, and a sink, which was nice, but the shower curtains left much to be desired... and everytime someone took a shower the whole room steamed up and got hot. Meanwhile, my roomates were idiots... which I guess is par for the course if you have to dream about living in the dorms.
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