My freshman year roommate glued straw hats to the walls.

tommy still wins.

So, if I say this Lennon Sisters bit is queer, you understand that I'm imagining how Varla Jean, Lypsinka, Lady Bunny, and RuPaul would do it?

Worst thing that I remember from mine was when my roommate and another of the suitemates (2 doubles and 2 singles on a little hallwway) decided to decorate the walls of the hallway. At 2 am. Using an industrial stapler. On the wall to the room where I'd just fallen asleep.

Next morning they told me I was scary and really really quiet when I was mad.

I had pretty decent housing experiences. Stayed in that room for 2 years, half without a roomate, one semester in student apartments and then had an apartment off campus the last year, to save money.

I won't talk about my suitemate abroad nor the manburger guy. Both found unwashed dishes in their beds.

Happy birthdays to Noah and Grace!

Both found unwashed dishes in their beds.

ah, we're seperated at birth.

I just got an itty bitty raise. I would have preferred and increase of vacation days, but that is an impossibility. I feel lucky to get what I got.

When I was in grad school in Greensboro I had a couple of just out of undergrad guys living in the apartment below mine (it was a house split into two apartments). They were nice guys but they worked at restaurants and would occassionally bring their work friends home and party loudly in the middle of the week. One time I had to go down with a hammer to knock loudly enough on the door so that they could hear me so I could tell them to turn down the music. To their credit, they did turn it down and really cut back on the partying at home after that.

I switched roommates about 6 weeks into my freshman year. (Roomie #1 wanted to move in with her new best friend. Roomie #2 turned out to be completely awesome and we're still good friends to this day!)

Then I moved off campus because people kept stealing my dishes from the dorm kitchen. Which made NO SENSE because even if you were going to use someone else's skillet, WHY WOULDN'T YOU JUST LEAVE IT IN THE KITCHEN WHEN YOU WERE DONE????

I don't remember which year it was, but one roomie was, well, a slut who didn't seem to understand that happily acknowledging that she'd sleep with just about anybody did not mesh well with plastering the campus with "Hi, I'm starting a project on X! Please call me at Y!" We had to take the phone off the hook every night because of all the obscene phone calls. I was bored on Saturday night and talked to one obscene phone caller for three hours. He wasn't that obscene, just trying to get a girl to come to his apartment.

I drew the line one night when I came home one night to find her and guy-of-the-day at it in her bed. Our dorm rooms were rooms. 12x12 with two beds and desks. I yelled, they stopped, he was too drunk to figure out how to leave, I waited two hours, then muttered and went to bed. A few minutes later I wake up to someone nudging my arm. It's Guy-of-the-day. "She's asleep," he whispers. I stare at him in disbelief: "So???" "Can I get in there with you?" "No!!" He slunk back to her bed.

It could have been a whole lot worse, I know, if he hasn't taken no for an answer etc., but I think the righteous outrage combined with all the beer clued him in to his position.

The next morning he was gone and I asked her why she'd brought him back to the dorm. "I thought we were in a motel." "Does this look like a motel?" "Well, yeah." "Do you even know his name?" "Um . . ."

She'd bring these guys over before heading off to somewhere else. To their credit, more than half of them got a look at me glaring at her and looked apologetic. She kept trying to hit on my boyfriend, but I don't think he was willing to lay a finger on her without a hazmat suit. She didn't believe in birth control because she was a good Catholic, and every month was an adventure. One guy she brought over tried to tell her she'd be very pretty if she toned down the makeup and clothes, and he compared me favorably to her. She hustled him out of there and I never saw him again.

A few minutes later I wake up to someone nudging my arm. It's Guy-of-the-day. "She's asleep," he whispers. I stare at him in disbelief: "So???" "Can I get in there with you?" "No!!" He slunk back to her bed.

!!!

Damn. I know beer makes ya stupid, but I don't think it explains this level of stupidity....

She didn't believe in birth control because she was a good Catholic, and every month was an adventure

You'd think that adding a "Oh, and I used birth control" to the end of her confession wouldn't be all that bad. Sort of like confessing you didn't refill the tank after totaling your friend's car.

You'd think that adding a "Oh, and I used birth control" to the end of her confession would be all that bad.

This was my sister's sophomore year roommate, only she was an Orthodox Jew who would have sex with her boyfriend and then immediately schedule a mikvah. (She also left her cell phone on auto-answer on the Sabbath so she could recieve calls without *technically* turning anything on. Her definition of "observant" was, shall we say, flexible.)