Im currently in my first year of college now, and I have a single. Room mates are a fire hazard in Canada, and also a good way to take away from alone time with my girl.

I can run around naked in my room burning candles and smoking cigars while listening to Angel Hair as loud as I want and no one can tell me to stop. For this reason, I think roomies are Crap.

I got along very well with my freshman year roommate, fights over $1.50 milk supplies included. She was my best friend up until her wedding a couple of years ago when her (always evident but latent) internal sulphur-belching, ill-tempered dinosaur shouting "rar!" erupted out of her previously languid encasement.

Still, based on the solid years prior to two months of very bad behavior, we still talk at least once a month (though not all her friendships survived).

NC, WF: 6 for carnivorous lizard tendencies and that god-forsaken baby blue bridesmaid dress still taking up square footage in my apartment

He also left a can of opened tuna next to a heater in the frat guys room down the hall in retaliation for the spread of itching powder in his bed by afforementioned males.

Holy shit. After that did he and the rest of the Tri-Lams put liquid heat on Ogre's jock strap?

My college freshman roommate was not crap, despite the fact that he never once cleaned his sheets the entire year and showered once a week. We got along well. Eventually we drifted apart and by our last year he had given away all his possessions and moved to a meditation camp in the woods. He would get so stressed out about school that he would break out in hives and occassionally shingles.

The year was great.
the roommate was CRAP.

*for sheepishly using my computer's internet access as soon i would step out of the room... wouldn't have been problem if he wasn't sneaky about it.

*for having a 'girlfriend' in texas that he met online (on my computer). I answered the phone a couple times she called, she was obviously a pre-teen. I also had the pleasure of answering the phone when her father called requesting, "I never call his home again."

*for the many times he came home from class, put in his VHS of Babylon 5, and tried to out-compete my record player with the volume.

*for never changing the sheets on his bed once all year... and generally making the whole room smell like him.

*this one time I met a beautiful lady on the porch of my dorm. It was a gorgeous fall day. I was stupid-in-love with this girl after knowing her for 3 hours. We went to my room to collect some food for an impromptu picnic. While rummaging through my little mini-fridge, I noticed this metal contraption sneaking down from my roommate's lofted bed. It was a mangled hanger and he was trying to hook a pair of skid marked whites on the floor. The beautiful lady doubled over in laughter. I lived in her room for the rest of that year.

my freshman roommate was a pretty normal guy who was going for a degree in accounting. He really liked both Carrot Top, Jeff Foxworthy and worst of all, Jimmy Buffett. He just kind of smiled when I played music he didn't understand and nod his head. The best thing about him was that his girlfriend (high school sweetheart) lived off campus so he spent the night there about 5 nights out of the week. He was a nice guy and I truly felt sorry for him when the longtime girlfriend dumped him and started fucking an offensive lineman on the football team.

I'm there right now, except not in the dorms. I could never live in the shabby 5x5x5 dorms at UWM. If I wanted to live in a hole on the 20th floor somewhere it would be... well, not here. Oh, and my roommate in my apt. is a wanker, nuff said. I'm just waiting to get a big, cheap, hopefully crime free place in Riverwest. And start a band up again. And buy some thai food, yeah, thai food. Not necessarily in this order.

Zer0 wrote: crime free place in Riverwest.

Good luck buddy

The Morphinecharley he write:

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He also left a can of opened tuna next to a heater in the frat guys room down the hall in retaliation for the spread of itching powder in his bed by afforementioned males.


Holy shit. After that did he and the rest of the Tri-Lams put liquid heat on Ogre's jock strap?

You knew Hamish?

...wait a minute, somethings fishy Charley Morphine; whats the secret handshake?

I could count the friends I have who have lived in a dorm on one hand (farm kids all). Is off-campus housing really so much more affordable north of the 49th parallel?

I wouldn’t have a degree if it had entailed living inside one of those things with a pedaphile/idiot/asshole, etc. 'Like dude, the last thing I need is someone, like, totally stealing my fire. LOL!'

Zachariah Leigh Huffman from Tifton County, Georgia.

We had almost nothing in common, but I found him to be an overwhelmingly agreeable person with good hygeine. Which, as one quickly learns in dorms, is far more important than the person being cool.