do you hate your room/flat mate?

my brother is my roomate, and he is a good brother so therefore he is a good roomate.

One of my roomates is an annoying nerd. He is always right, and never cleans up after himself. But he is a good student, and so he helps me remember when I have exams, and gets me to do the homework. And he pays 1/3 of the rent, so I guess I can put up with him.

I live in an apartment at school with 6 other people, 5 of which are hardcore Jesus lovers. Luckily, they don't know I'm an atheist yet. But whatever, here's some annoying shit they do.

- The christian kids have a group meal plan that they do, so they're supposed to clean their own dishes and garbage, at one point, nothing of theirs was cleaned for over two weeks, there was garbage on the floor, dirty dishes were covering the counter, stove, and table, and they had used up all of my silverware and dishes. It smelled like ass in there, to the point that I could no longer enter. When they finally cleaned it up at my insistance, they grumbled about it and wanted me to help.

- I buy really expensive lunch meats for my super killer sandwiches, stuff like roast beef at 11 dollars a pound. The first time I bought all my sandwich stuff (30+ dollars), they went through it in a couple of days. I yelled my fucking head off, nobody admitted to touching it, but they said I could have some of their stuff in return. I was scolded for using two slices of bread the other day. This applies to all of my food, really, they eat all of it.

- They are naive to the extreme. These kids are 20 years old, but they have had, on several occasions, discussions where they try to figure out what kind of drunk they would be, or why poor people are poor, what girls are like, yadda yadda. They also find everything to be offensive, even the blandest of jokes on Family Guy sets them off.

- They think homosexuality is a filthy sin, and is brought about by the devil twisting your mind to his will.

- Not a single one of them has any manners. It's pretty much a guarantee that if I sit down to watch a movie, one of them will walk in, sit down next to me, start playing with poker chips loudly, then just start talking while eating something like a dog.

- My shower drain is constantly clogged with one of the guy's hair. It's disgusting, because the shower is already broken, so if it runs for too long, it spills out onto the floor, so there have been times where I've come in, and found his hair all over the floor of the bathroom.

- One of them is the most lifeless and rude bastards I've ever met, he doesn't realize that there's anything wrong with walking in on someone watching a movie, standing in front of the tv, then talking about a big trade he just made in fantasty football.

Fuck it, that's enough ranting, I should have just summed it up and said, "I live with a bunch of fucking eight year olds."

On many occasions I have compaired my housemate to a poltergiest. You never see the guy but the evidence that he lives here is painfully obvious. I can't really complain though. He's an old friend and I'm paying next to nothing in rent.

[Edited on Oct 06, 2004 by handle]

i've really opened a can of worms here haven't i?

anyway, new potential flatmate dumb blonde (who thinks shes from essex geez) i hate to the end of time and then some.
really, i've met so many 18 year old girls who are as dumb as fucking shit,, how the fuck did they get to uni; if they ain't the centre of attention they arent interested.
kind of difficult when you're talking about school experiences and yours totally out do them coz you went to a school of fuckheads (and yes i do include myself in that group, but thats for another thread...

Hold on....we live together?

My roommate is King Awesome. He doesn't mind that I'm always a broke-ass student, he goes out of town ALL the time (currently in China 'til Thanksgiving).

Unfortunately his ugly girlfriend is moving in December 1, so I've gotta find a new place.

Mine turns the ringer off on the phone, so you can't tell when someone's ringing you. Then 4 hours later you see there's a message on the machine, but how can that be ? I've been in all day and....the....phone....never...rang.....

Snap

Roomed with two friends, seperate occasions.

First one, guy, had men issues... namely wanting to be everyones dad.

Second one, ex-gf's younger sister... had problems with being a fucking whiner, and dirty.

Beh. I prefer to live on my own now, unless it's living with a SigOther.

I was the annoying roommate in college. I sometimes yell or make police car noises in my sleep. Nothing like waking up to yourself going "WOOOOOOOOOO!" at 3am then getting hit with pillows.

I hate the drunk ass bags that my roommate lets sleep on our couch.

Yaaaaaayyyyyyy bible belt.

When I graduated I decided I'd move home for a bit to help my childish parents with some stuff. Neither work but for some reason yesterday they came to me at 7:30 a.m. asking me to help clean the freezer. When I explained I was leaving for work they just threw half my food away. After that they went back to bed.

Ha! I had the housemate from HELL in my second year of university. One of those people that are fine superficially, as friends or whatever, but when you live with them you discover they are completely flipping mental.

She used to shout at us daily about cleaning, washing up and noise, whilst never touching her own dirty plates, tidying anything, and coming in and crashing about the place at 4am when people had morning lectures/exams. She used to steal my food. She's do things like, eat my heinz beans, then try to replace it with ASDA 9p baked beans (Yeah but you get so much more for your money. "Look love, if I enjoyed eating hard beans swimming in red water, Id buy that in the first place") She used to shag her boyfriend LOUDLY and she was in the room above mine and complain if my music was on at 11am on a saturday morning. (Our house was ex-council and the walls were paper thin) She went home for a weekend and programmed her stereo to come on at full blast at 6am, and locked her door so noone could shut it off till the CD finished. She threw out a load of other people's food for no reason, to make room for her own in our tiny fridge. She threw out a load of our cooking utensils because she couldn't be bothered to wash them up on the rare time she's do her job. She threw out this washing liquid dispenser thing I hd, because it "annoyed her". After we had an argument she went and smashed one of my plates, telling everyone she had to break something of mine or she might "break my face." I'm 6ft tall, she was about 5'2. Mind you she was a psychotic little fucker who pushed a hoover down the stairs at her sister when she was 5 and the sister was a baby, and laughed as they took her to casualty. We argued the most because I was the only one in the house who actually argued back, everyone else just kept ther mouths shut. Whe we were talking, she's constantly bitch about every other person in the house, and you knew perfectly well she bitched about you to all the others too. The last I heard of her, she was living with a poor first year student in a 2 bedroom house, and had scared the girl so much she'd got a restraining order on her (she said she was going to get her Dad's bruiser friends to come round and kill her) and they had to pretend to evict the both of them so she's move out but the other girl was actaully gonna stay
This, along with the fact that the houses I've lived in have been so awful I've had to resort to keeping my own pots and pans in my room so i actually had something clean to eat off. My last house was so bad, when I went on holiday for a week over summer, I came back, this lasagne dish that had been used before i left was still there. Last year was the hottest summer we've ever had in england. I can't even tell you the smell as i went in the kitchen

Anyway, rant over. I decided then and there I would never share with anyone ever again.

Used to live with a mate I went to school with, things started to get tense when he never cleared up after himself like leaving dirty plates and glasses and stuff wherever he'd used them.

Eventually he moved out and bought a house and now has a guy living there and he said to me the other day:

"He really winds me up, never puts his plates and glasses away!"

Isn't is strange how things turn out?

ok, today i've found out that my flatmate does not know what:
1) a blow job is
2) gravy granules are
3) how long to cook pasta (it's been on the hob for 1/2 hour, just boiling away)


i swear he's taking the piss. he must sneak out at night taking the piss outta me.
actually, it's me that does the sneaking out, just can't bear the thought of him latching on to me all night. aand i'm not being irrational, he follows me about everywhere
went to sign up for a few societies, and he signed up for the exact same ones as me, and i had to lose him to sign up to one that i really wanted to join.