Who has the worst roommate or had the worst?

[Collegeboy]

This is a little contest that I thought of in light of my recent problems with my roommate.

Ok time for the disclaimer. The following is accurate to the fullest degree I can make them. No matter how funny this seems or how stupid remember it is all true.

Four weeks ago I went home for it was my birthday. I come back just about all the dishes was used. I guess my roommate had an itch to cook or something. Well anyways a couple of days pass and I ask him is he going to do the dishes. He breaks into the well I will do this and you will do that. I stopped him in mid sentence and said no _____ I will not do a ______ thing (Fill in appropriate explicatives). He gives me a look and goes to his room. Well he says he is going out. He returns 4 weeks later (today) (he has come back once to get his cloths and stuff and stayed at his friends house for 4 weeks). He comes back and the second he walks in the door I say, the dishes are waiting for you. He gets mad and stomps off for about 2 hours. He then comes back and says I will not do your ________ dishes. I, being the smart butt that I am say, good then do yours. In the 4 weeks he has been gone I have used the same pan the same plate the same cup and washed them every time I was done. He says I haven't been here for 4 weeks so those dishes had to be yours. I quickly point out what I have done and show him the one plate, the one pan, the one cup, the one fork, the one spoon and all in the dish drainer. He now has walked off maybe gone for another four weeks. I am in the process of throwing all of his dishes in a garbage bag and putting them in his room.

How can someone this immature have ever gotten into college is beyond me.

So can anyone else beat this?

[DaveDog]

I roomed with 3 computer dorks my first year that were totally anal and politically correct liberals. One that I shared a room with was the most annoying, liberal prick you ever came across. I had a difficult time with insomnia at the time and the bastard could fall asleep so easily. He would then continue to snore and make strange sounds all night long. At 7:00 every morning his alarm would go off about an hour after I had fallen asleep and he would sleep through it while I would be rudely awoken. Needless to say, that wasn't about to fly with me so I started keeping a tennis ball by my bed that I would hurl at his head every morning. He got whipped into shape pretty quick, but that was the beginning of the end. Aside from general disrespect and slovenly behavior I couldn't stand being there anymore and left. If I ever see him again I'm going to knock him out.

[Thordic]

I have some great roomate stories, mine was the worst.

I don't think I can tell them on AO, though.

My roomate was dealt with, though, thankfully everyone on my floor hated him as much as I did.

[TigerMan]

Hey Collegeboy, celebrate, you have your own place now! Just go pick up some paper plates and cups and your set.

[Collegeboy]

I wouldn't be so mad if about 2/3 of those dishes were not mine.

Tigerman, do you go to that other school.

[the JoKeR]

Your story sounds almost exactly like mine, except I had two roommates that were useless. I had to keep a plate, bowl, glass, and utensils of my own too. The entire apartment was a mess, except my half of one of the bedrooms. These idiots went away for Xmas break, and I spent a full day cleaning the living room, kitchen, and bathroom up to make it presentable for my girlfriend (who I stole from one of the former roommates by the way). They were mad when I got back because they couldn't find some of their stuff, which I threw in their rooms. I probably spent less than 10 minutes total time talking to these guys during the last half a semester. Oh yeah, I got stuck with the electric bill for the last month and lost my deposit because they left the place such a mess. I got the final word with both of 'em though. I married the "stolen" girlfriend of the one roommate, and a good friend of mine had sex in the other roommate's bed and told me later that he wiped some "junk" on the pillow! Ahhhh, college life!

[MantisMag]

well i only actually brought one dish, one fork, one cup with me. our other roommates in the apartment had full sets of everything, yet my roommate insisted on borrowing mine and then not cleaning it. i really hated that guy. i ended up switching rooms so i would be in the room with the roommate i got along with. then i kept all my stuff in our closet locked the door whenever we were out. also had to keep my fairly expensive pots and pans in there since none of them had any clue around the kitchen and probably would have ruined them.

that's just one story. there's plenty more. and much worse than this minor thing. i'm so glad i don't have to deal with him anymore.

[Koosh]

I think my friend can beat you all...

Ok, I'm going to get some details wrong as he told me this story 4 months ago, and I've probably forgotten alot of it. I'll just make up what I don't know, that way the story will sound cooler My friend goes to Montana State University... apparently its a good school for Architecture, seriously though, why else would you go to Montana ?

Anyway, he gets there, lives in the dorms, and meets his roomate... for the first week, everything was going fine... Just your average college dorm-mate... about 3 weeks into it, though, things started to get weird. First his roomate started disappearing for a week at a time, not giving an explaination of whats going on. Then the police came by, and asked my friend a ton of questions about his roomate. Then the phone calls started. Random phone calls, always asking for his roomate, who was never there... some were very threatening to both my friend (who hadn't done anything), and his roomate.

Finally it just ends. His roomate left one day and hasn't been back. They did find out though that he was running from the police... aparently he was a drug dealer, and people were even out to kill him! with that, my friend immediately switched dorms, and lives in a single now... He told me that everything eventually worked out though, but I never asked exactly what happened to the kid.

Some people... Ah, I'll just blame it on Montana

[animal]

YES! It's a book!

Mine is kindof an opposite. But, I am by no means a slob. I live comfortably, and chores never go more than a day or two undone. The guy I moved in with was a complete clean freak, and would probably put to shame just about any clean freak you know. He was also very particular about just about everything you can think of. Kindof like Rainman... only not retarded.

First day we moved in, I thought I saw the funniest thing I had ever seen. His mom comes in and scrubs and lysols out every single drawer in the dresser. Which I thought was hilarious that his mom is doing this.... but then he grabs the rag away from her because, apparently, she wasn't doing a good enough job on the drawer where he was to keep socks.

Next... A few weeks before we moved in, I call him and say, I think we need to make lofts to give us more room. He is completely against this thought, and says he'll take the bottom bunk of a bunk bed, so we could use it as a couch. Ok fine. So time comes around, he leaves for the first weekend, and I have some new friends in the room for a little party. Nothing wild, nothing crazy or loud, people are sitting on the "couch", having a good time. He comes back on sunday night, and accuses me of having someone sleep in his bed. I said, no dude, it was used as a couch, like we talked about. Apparently this was completely unacceptable, so the very next weekend, his dad arrives with two loft beds, and he tells me that no one is to go in his bed. Fine, who the heck wants to use a loft as a couch anyways?

I come home from swim practice one night to find him crying on the phone to his mom. Apparently the noises my computer would make prevent him from concentrating or something. At this time I must explain that he never stayed there for one weekend the whole semester. He'd drive the 15 minutes home and stay there. Clockwork, he left at 8:40 after his class every friday, and came back at 7:30 every sunday night. Upon arriving, he'd hang all his clothes on hangars... ALL his clothes save socks. Jeans were even put on pants hangars like they were a pair of slacks... this would also include boxers. As soon as that was done, he'd spend about a half hour with scotts liquid gold on his dorm desk. Now keep in mind this is not a 100 year old oak desk, this is a crappy 20 year old formica crappy desk with things scratched into the surface. He'd then shine his brass lamp,and dust the entire area, except for mine... because I wouldn't let him. I knew it drove him nuts. But back to the story, he was wiping away thee tears trying to tell me that I wouldn't ever let him stay for the weekend because there were people stopping over. So I told him, to study in the library if he wanted quiet time, and to stay on the weekends and be loud and crazy for one weekend in his life... he never did.

He went to bed every night at 9:30pm... in college.

Another thing I always mention is his bed. He changed the matress pad, sheets, and comforter every day. The lofts had a post that ran right next to the mattress making it hard for a comforter to lay level. So each one, he'd cut the appropriate sized slot in the comforter, and re-sew it so that when he made his bed, it looked nice wrapped around the post. He hand sewed a computer cover, a monitor cover, a printer cover, a keyboard cover, a cover for his speakers, and a MOUSE cover. Who covers their mouse? It was all neatly done in denim of course, since, based on the hanging jeans, denim is on the same level as a nice suit.

He pretty much hated me the rest of the semester, and we didn't talk much. But then for some reason, he did everything he could to not let me sign the roommate move-out form... as if I wanted him to stay or something.

That's about all I have to say. I could probably write a book on the first semester of my college life just because of this dude. He drove me crazy, but I did everything in my power to be the opposite of him. I had to at least make the room balance factor, that of a normal person

[aaron_mag]

Got along with all my roommates. It is a give and take relationship. Takes some compromising in all relationships to make it work. The roommate relationship is no different...

[gimp]

I had a single last year, but I've got a roomate this year. It's great. I prefer to have a roomate. We did have one small problem the other day though...it was in the morning. He threw a shoe at me while I was sleeping, just to wake me up. He said that I woke him up because I was farting really loudly. Then we laughed for a long time and skipped class cause I was tryin to light farts.

[buck 50]

The only semester I had a roommate was my first semester at college. We had bunk beds and I had the top bed. One night as I drifted off to sleep I heard a clicking sound and a scratching sound. I looked down under me and there was my roommate with a zippo lighter lit and held up to my mattress.

[Collegeboy]

[MantisMag]

my roommate liked to call apartment meetings about how important it was that we keep the apartment clean. his "friends" were making fun of the smell. he told me there was something wrong with me cause i didn't care what his friends thought of our apartment. (personally i didn't smell much except him and the general funk around the building) then he would draw up a plan for chores around the apartment. he stressed many times the importance that we do our jobs and follow the rules about cleaning up after ourselves. one of the rules he wanted was that the dishes be cleaned after every meal. fine i had no problem with that. but he wanted the drying rack cleared as well. i wasn't going to lie just to smooth things over. i told him straight out that wasn't going to happen since i cooked almost every single meal. there was always going to be something in there. it's clean though so i don't really see why there's a problem. by the time it dries i'll put it in the cabinet for an hour or two before it comes out again. yeah that's not a waste of effort. he didn't see my point. and he wasn't willing to compromise. i let him write his rule. but i followed my own. in the end he didn't even follow the rules that he drew up. i hate hypocrites.

[giblit]

im moving out next summer, i hope i get some intresting roommate, make it fun. most likely ill be that weird roommate.