Do your friends/roomates do anything that annoy the hell out of you?

People from other appartments would come over to my appartment and use my computer. They'd occasionally ask first, but they stopped as I kept answering, "Only if you don't install anything." After I found about 3000 different forms of spyware, I reformated the PC and put in a locked down account for them. Then they started complaining that they couldn't install things. I told them tough shit, go to the library. People would also leave their shit all over my computer desk. Food, dishes, popcans, bills, books... anything... I gathered it all up into one pile and threw in the corner on the floor. I told them the next time they leave shit on MY desk (I brought it, it was indeed mine) I'm going to throw it away. One of my roommates went fuckin postal. He threatened that if I ever touched his stuff again, he'd go in to my room and throw my stuff away. His arguement was that he paid rent and that gave him a right to leave his trash on my desk. :roll: I called him a fucking loud mouthed idiot and threw his shit on the floor again. Since I had about 30 pounds and 5 inches on him, he didn't really follow through. When I first moved in, I figured I'd be nice and have my TV in the living room with my entertainment stand and my PS2, PS1, GC and DC. My other roommate had brought a TV and his PS2, but since my tv was bigger, he just left his in a closet. People wouldn't put the movies back in their cases. They'd stack dvds on the player and leave the cases on the floor. They'd have a cow if I was playing a game and they wanted to watch tv. So after a month or two, I said fuck it and moved it all into my room. My other roommate didnt like the beds, so He slept on the couch, leaving me two beds with a giant gaming setup all to myself. I would have brought my computer into my room too, but there just wasnt space. I got a wireless router and just locked myself in my room on my laptop. Someone would buy about a weeks worth of groceries every month. Probably a lot more shit, but I'm happier not remembering.
 
When I was in college one of my my lame roommates called the police on me for having a party that there was *gasp* BEER at!!! He was growing marijuana in the closet though with blacklights and the whole set up and that was OK, I guess. I'm not a dick so I didn't say anything when the cops showed up but jesus that guy was an asshole. He was anti-alcohol to the point of getting violent when talking about it but everything else was OK...
 
I had one who recently, and thank god because I've never been with a person who has pissed me off as much as he has. Instead of blowing his nose like a regular person, he would just sniff the snot right back into his nose every 3 minutes. Then he snored as if he was juggiling chainsaw's while working a bulldozer. I was this close to smoothering him in his sleep.
 
My friends are pretty cool when they come over. They ask to use the pc and pick up after themselves its more a respect thing then anything. If people have respect for you then they wont step on your toes.

However when my sister and her husband come over they leave a fucking mess. Her husband always eats at the computer so when I go into the computer room the keys are greasy, that is why i have a laptop in my room :D. Anyway they always come in my room to say something to me and leave their pop (soda) can, they sit it on something that should not get wet. Then they come back with another can of pop (soda) into my room cause they can't remember were they put their last pop. Also they don't really know how to use the computer and ever though I have shown them hundred's of times how to do stuff (burn a cd, open firefox) they still always call me to help them. When I'm in my room they always ask me stupid stuff like can I use your ebay account to buy this video tape or this shirt. man that felt good to get that off my chest.
 
My first roommate would jerk off to porn while I was in our shared room. Granted, he used a sock or something and our desks weren't facing each other, but it's still disruptive to studying. A friend of mine suggested playing either Indian music or a rendition of "Amazing Grace" to stop it; I chose the latter and it worked wonderfully. He brought girls into the room and tried to get them drunk; while sober he filled everyone's margarita glasses, then looked back and forth between them and the tub of salt, wondering just how you /do/ this.

My second roommate would have a girl spend the night in our shared room, but had enough sense not to have sex with her while I was in the room. So they'd loudly make out for three hours, fall asleep, snore in concert, then have sex once I staggered to my 7:30 Calc class, and deposit the condom in my trash, regardless of how full it was, because he didn't buy his own. He was from Trinidad and could only afford to spend his money on designer clothing. When I later came back into the room to get the rest of my stuff, I noticed he repossessed everything of mine that he hadn't given away, and, judging by a bulletin tossed on my desk, went to Mass on Ash Wednesday.

I then had a Korean roommate, a Bosnian roommate, and some sort of European roommate. The Korean guy turned the heat way up, but he had his own room with a separate thermostat, so I didn't care.

Fast forward a year and I get an honors physics student on seven anti-psych drugs. He'd sell his adderall at the local diner when he wasn't crushing and snorting it off of our kitchen table. He also had issues with putting fingerprints on my DVDs. And while this didn't bother so much as baffle me, on several occasions I came home to find The Fellowship of the Ring's opening credits playing on my PS2/TV in our living room ... but no roommate. He'd eventually return a few hours after the movie ended. Eventually when I saw that shit I'd just turn it off; who knew where he went, or why the One Ring told him to go there. He smoked in his bedroom at 5:30 AM without opening the window because he thought I wouldn't smell it. I woke up gagging; hallmates could tell. (non-smoking building)

I would overhear him discussing the implications of the Dark Side with other people in our building. I mean real-life implications of the Dark Side. Not how they corrupted Anakin, but how they affected your diet and social life, this morning. Worse, he'd decide "not to take" this or another drug this week, and would thank me for being such a supportive roommate, compare the therapeutic value of our apartment to when he was in the psych ward, and show me his lighter, and where he burned himself.

He was also into feng shui, which meant he put a giant fucking empty wood bowl in the middle of the table, rendering it ineffective for all except crushing and snorting adderall.

One day he left a mostly empty bottle of newly-refilled tranquilizers on the bathroom counter, tipped over. I spent my saturday filling out police reports and helping them try to track him down. He was home, and defended his behavior by saying "I felt a little flamboyant with my medication today." The resident director told me they really can't do anything to him because of "burden of proof", but they'd be happy to help me move in with two other guys. I cursed the state of higher ed and capitulated.

They were grad students; one was fine. The other would hit the snooze button literally 15 times on a saturday when he didn't have to get up and go anywhere. I asked him not to, and he laughed at me, because I was an undergrad and didn't know anything. I was pre-law, and he, a music performance major, had his bachelor's in singing. But the intelligence fairy doesn't bop you on the head until you finish that last diversity course, or something. He was also hairy and loud and fat. He informed me early on that if I use any of his utensils to eat fish, which I shouldn't be using in the first place, I would have to wash and wash them because he has allergies and it would kill him. This lead to a lot of less-than-edifying fantasies.

That was going nowhere, so after I was informed that the other guy finally had a full manic episode, whatever the hell that means, and had left the university, I moved back into my now empty apartment. A Japanese kid moved in and turned the thermostat up to 87, which was the only temp. regulation in the apartment. We spent the semester fighting over the temperature.

And then you go to class to hear your professor rail against the evils of private property. I love this country.
 
[quote name='diaeresis']My first roommate would jerk off to porn while I was in our shared room. Granted, he used a sock or something and our desks weren't facing each other, but it's still disruptive to studying. A friend of mine suggested playing either Indian music or a rendition of "Amazing Grace" to stop it; I chose the latter and it worked wonderfully. He brought girls into the room and tried to get them drunk; while sober he filled everyone's margarita glasses, then looked back and forth between them and the tub of salt, wondering just how you /do/ this.

My second roommate would have a girl spend the night in our shared room, but had enough sense not to have sex with her while I was in the room. So they'd loudly make out for three hours, fall asleep, snore in concert, then have sex once I staggered to my 7:30 Calc class, and deposit the condom in my trash, regardless of how full it was, because he didn't buy his own. He was from Trinidad and could only afford to spend his money on designer clothing. When I later came back into the room to get the rest of my stuff, I noticed he repossessed everything of mine that he hadn't given away, and, judging by a bulletin tossed on my desk, went to Mass on Ash Wednesday.

I then had a Korean roommate, a Bosnian roommate, and some sort of European roommate. The Korean guy turned the heat way up, but he had his own room with a separate thermostat, so I didn't care.

Fast forward a year and I get an honors physics student on seven anti-psych drugs. He'd sell his adderall at the local diner when he wasn't crushing and snorting it off of our kitchen table. He also had issues with putting fingerprints on my DVDs. And while this didn't bother so much as baffle me, on several occasions I came home to find The Fellowship of the Ring's opening credits playing on my PS2/TV in our living room ... but no roommate. He'd eventually return a few hours after the movie ended. Eventually when I saw that shit I'd just turn it off; who knew where he went, or why the One Ring told him to go there. He smoked in his bedroom at 5:30 AM without opening the window because he thought I wouldn't smell it. I woke up gagging; hallmates could tell. (non-smoking building)

I would overhear him discussing the implications of the Dark Side with other people in our building. I mean real-life implications of the Dark Side. Not how they corrupted Anakin, but how they affected your diet and social life, this morning. Worse, he'd decide "not to take" this or another drug this week, and would thank me for being such a supportive roommate, compare the therapeutic value of our apartment to when he was in the psych ward, and show me his lighter, and where he burned himself.

He was also into feng shui, which meant he put a giant fucking empty wood bowl in the middle of the table, rendering it ineffective for all except crushing and snorting adderall.

One day he left a mostly empty bottle of newly-refilled tranquilizers on the bathroom counter, tipped over. I spent my saturday filling out police reports and helping them try to track him down. He was home, and defended his behavior by saying "I felt a little flamboyant with my medication today." The resident director told me they really can't do anything to him because of "burden of proof", but they'd be happy to help me move in with two other guys. I cursed the state of higher ed and capitulated.

They were grad students; one was fine. The other would hit the snooze button literally 15 times on a saturday when he didn't have to get up and go anywhere. I asked him not to, and he laughed at me, because I was an undergrad and didn't know anything. I was pre-law, and he, a music performance major, had his bachelor's in singing. But the intelligence fairy doesn't bop you on the head until you finish that last diversity course, or something. He was also hairy and loud and fat. He informed me early on that if I use any of his utensils to eat fish, which I shouldn't be using in the first place, I would have to wash and wash them because he has allergies and it would kill him. This lead to a lot of less-than-edifying fantasies.

That was going nowhere, so after I was informed that the other guy finally had a full manic episode, whatever the hell that means, and had left the university, I moved back into my now empty apartment. A Japanese kid moved in and turned the thermostat up to 87, which was the only temp. regulation in the apartment. We spent the semester fighting over the temperature.

And then you go to class to hear your professor rail against the evils of private property. I love this country.[/QUOTE]

Wow. Thats quite the story. I'm glad I never experienced anything like that in college. So your one roomate would sit there and masturbate while you studied?
 
[quote name='diaeresis']My first roommate would jerk off to porn while I was in our shared room. Granted, he used a sock or something and our desks weren't facing each other, but it's still disruptive to studying. A friend of mine suggested playing either Indian music or a rendition of "Amazing Grace" to stop it; I chose the latter and it worked wonderfully. He brought girls into the room and tried to get them drunk; while sober he filled everyone's margarita glasses, then looked back and forth between them and the tub of salt, wondering just how you /do/ this.

My second roommate would have a girl spend the night in our shared room, but had enough sense not to have sex with her while I was in the room. So they'd loudly make out for three hours, fall asleep, snore in concert, then have sex once I staggered to my 7:30 Calc class, and deposit the condom in my trash, regardless of how full it was, because he didn't buy his own. He was from Trinidad and could only afford to spend his money on designer clothing. When I later came back into the room to get the rest of my stuff, I noticed he repossessed everything of mine that he hadn't given away, and, judging by a bulletin tossed on my desk, went to Mass on Ash Wednesday.

I then had a Korean roommate, a Bosnian roommate, and some sort of European roommate. The Korean guy turned the heat way up, but he had his own room with a separate thermostat, so I didn't care.

Fast forward a year and I get an honors physics student on seven anti-psych drugs. He'd sell his adderall at the local diner when he wasn't crushing and snorting it off of our kitchen table. He also had issues with putting fingerprints on my DVDs. And while this didn't bother so much as baffle me, on several occasions I came home to find The Fellowship of the Ring's opening credits playing on my PS2/TV in our living room ... but no roommate. He'd eventually return a few hours after the movie ended. Eventually when I saw that shit I'd just turn it off; who knew where he went, or why the One Ring told him to go there. He smoked in his bedroom at 5:30 AM without opening the window because he thought I wouldn't smell it. I woke up gagging; hallmates could tell. (non-smoking building)

I would overhear him discussing the implications of the Dark Side with other people in our building. I mean real-life implications of the Dark Side. Not how they corrupted Anakin, but how they affected your diet and social life, this morning. Worse, he'd decide "not to take" this or another drug this week, and would thank me for being such a supportive roommate, compare the therapeutic value of our apartment to when he was in the psych ward, and show me his lighter, and where he burned himself.

He was also into feng shui, which meant he put a giant fucking empty wood bowl in the middle of the table, rendering it ineffective for all except crushing and snorting adderall.

One day he left a mostly empty bottle of newly-refilled tranquilizers on the bathroom counter, tipped over. I spent my saturday filling out police reports and helping them try to track him down. He was home, and defended his behavior by saying "I felt a little flamboyant with my medication today." The resident director told me they really can't do anything to him because of "burden of proof", but they'd be happy to help me move in with two other guys. I cursed the state of higher ed and capitulated.

They were grad students; one was fine. The other would hit the snooze button literally 15 times on a saturday when he didn't have to get up and go anywhere. I asked him not to, and he laughed at me, because I was an undergrad and didn't know anything. I was pre-law, and he, a music performance major, had his bachelor's in singing. But the intelligence fairy doesn't bop you on the head until you finish that last diversity course, or something. He was also hairy and loud and fat. He informed me early on that if I use any of his utensils to eat fish, which I shouldn't be using in the first place, I would have to wash and wash them because he has allergies and it would kill him. This lead to a lot of less-than-edifying fantasies.

That was going nowhere, so after I was informed that the other guy finally had a full manic episode, whatever the hell that means, and had left the university, I moved back into my now empty apartment. A Japanese kid moved in and turned the thermostat up to 87, which was the only temp. regulation in the apartment. We spent the semester fighting over the temperature.

And then you go to class to hear your professor rail against the evils of private property. I love this country.[/QUOTE]

My condolences. And tell your professor that the 60s are over and he should join us in the new millenium. Oh yeah! Also tell him communism wouldn't work on a massive scale simple due to humanity's intrinsic nature - selfishness. :lol:
 
One of my high school buddies (I'm in college now, been 3 years since I graduated) IMs me on AIM every week or so to discuss stuff. I usually have no problems with this but he justs talks about his life and the stuff that happens to him and doesnt care how I'm doing.
 
[quote name='megaseadramon']I had one who recently, and thank god because I've never been with a person who has pissed me off as much as he has. Instead of blowing his nose like a regular person, he would just sniff the snot right back into his nose every 3 minutes. Then he snored as if he was juggiling chainsaw's while working a bulldozer. I was this close to smoothering him in his sleep.[/QUOTE]

Oh my God I know exactly what you mean. My parents bought my snoring roommate prescription pills to stop it, but he refused to take them. This guy ... oh my God. I would sit there on my comuter staring at this screen shining in the dark while he is snoring next to me and I literally thought I was going to go insane. It's the closest I ever came to losing it. I actually had the pillow over his head once and I caught myself because someone instant messaged me.

Snorers are the worst. Jesus Christ I hope I never see that guy again.
 
[quote name='the_gloaming']Oh my God I know exactly what you mean. My parents bought my snoring roommate prescription pills to stop it, but he refused to take them. This guy ... oh my God. I would sit there on my comuter staring at this screen shining in the dark while he is snoring next to me and I literally thought I was going to go insane. It's the closest I ever came to losing it. I actually had the pillow over his head once and I caught myself because someone instant messaged me.

Snorers are the worst. Jesus Christ I hope I never see that guy again.[/QUOTE]

Record him on a digicam or webcam and whenever he brings girls over, make it a point to 'accidentally' play it on the tv or computer monitor. When the girls embarass him after laughing at his gargling ass, I think he'll change his mind about those pills. :lol:
 
There's two of them. Neither are friends, they just hang around like they think they are. THe first one is named Thomas.

Thomas is a mormon. A bad one. He's the type of mormon who curses, drinks caffinated drinks and doesn't attend seminary. Anyway, he's decent at designing 3D models in 3dsmax and shit like that, so he thinks he's welcome in our nerdy group. This kid is the king of moronic comments and actions. THe other day, when I was in the computer lab reviewing computer parts that I'll be ordering next month, he sat there, staring at my monitor. For five minutes. So, I turned the monitor away from him, but, unsuprisingly, he leaned over, pushing into me to see what I was doing. I made ready to punch him in the face, so he got the hint and sat straight. After a few more minutes pass, I'm on the graphics card page. 'ATI' is clearly displayed on the card, and on the page. What does this shitcock say? 'So, you buying a new power supply?' #-o 'No.' 'Well, don't buy one from Seagate. Their case blew up my motherboard. But they sent me a new one.' let me point out that this is when he does his hand shake. He does this constantly. Every time he talks. Except it just looks like he's jerking someone off over his shoulder. God, it rages me. And everyone else. Anyway, I ask him what the fuck he's talking about, because Seagate doesn't make cases. He can't answer.

Second is Greggers. Greggers is in my P.E. class, and is one of those kids who refuses to run at the beginning of class, even when Coach hollers at him. He has the mentality that he shouldn't give a shit about anything, and has a knack for pissing people off. He's pretty much made himself an enemy of everyone in the class. :lol: His antics are actually pretty funny, but not to him. When we were playing football, he got pissed at the girls who were trying to explain the rules to each other, so he hollered at them 'YOU WOMEN ARE SUCH fuckING ANIMALS'. #-oAbout every girl on the field turns around and goes '... Animals?!' Needless to day, we were making jokes about how the only women he'll ever know are his mother and a telephone line. :lol:

[quote name='jaykrue']Record him on a digicam or webcam and whenever he brings girls over, make it a point to 'accidentally' play it on the tv or computer monitor. When the girls embarass him after laughing at his gargling ass, I think he'll change his mind about those pills. :lol:[/QUOTE]

My step-dad is a fucking snorer, too. You can hear that freak from down the hall. it's like fucking semi trucks downshifting on the interstate. :bomb:
 
[quote name='Tiphireth']My step-dad is a fucking snorer, too. You can hear that freak from down the hall. it's like fucking semi trucks downshifting on the interstate. :bomb:[/QUOTE]

Tell'em to start sleepin on his side or get surgery or take those previously mentioned pills. You'll go deaf hearing that shit night after night. :lol:
 
I don't feel like typing any stories out, but I'll just say most roommates are horrible. Good luck to those of you just entering college. Maybe you'll end up lucky, but more likely than not you'll get an annoying or dumb roommate. That's just how it is.
 
[quote name='jaykrue']Tell'em to start sleepin on his side or get surgery or take those previously mentioned pills. You'll go deaf hearing that shit night after night. :lol:[/QUOTE]

No shitting. That old fucker could break glass. :bomb:
 
Luckily I have got good roommates and have had a little luck the past few years. I have a roommate now who is a compulsive cleaner. It is awesome.
 
My roommate and I hate each other; we never talk to each other at all. I think it's been at least a month since we last said "hi" to each other and I'm not even exaggerating. She told me that I'm gonna burn in hell (oh well). She won't let me keep my desk lamp on when she goes to sleep but when I go to sleep earlier than her, she talks on her cell phone. My typing keeps her up at night. Oh, and I'm not allowed to play games with the sound turned all the way down while she's studying cuz the flashing screen distracts her. Finally, she told me a couple months ago that she was trying to get me kicked out of the dorms by talking to the residential director; I wonder how that's going.

I'm currently looking for an apartment right now.


[quote name='varsitygamer']one of my roomates PACES incessantly.

I can't stand it... he will stand up from his computer, walk feverishly across the room as though he has to get something from the fridge, stop, turn around, and walk back... turn around, walk back... etc. I never knew someone doing something so harmless could be so annoying. Maybe it's because he typically paces like that for an HOUR or so at a time. I don't even want to try and get up from my computer and get something from across the room while he's up... i fear he won't stop and he'll just walk through me.[/QUOTE]

Haha, I did the same thing last year in my tiny dorm room and annoyed the hell out of my last year's roommates. This year, to avoid further complaints from my new bitchy roommate, I pace outside for around 45 minutes everyday between 1 and 3 AM. My friends think I'm weird, hehe.

[quote name='guardian_owl']My neighbor in the dorms my last year was a heavy sleeper, so several times his alarm would go off, and he wouldn't wake up to shut it off. So often it would wake me up and I would sit there waiting for him to wake up and turn it off, but didn't. Often I would have to get up, walk down to his door and beat on it to wake him up. Other times he would leave for the weekend and forget to turn off the alarm so I have to get an RCA from down in the lobby to call the RA on duty to key into is room to shut it off.[/QUOTE]

Haha, last year, one of my roommates was like this. She'd set her phone to go off cuz she eventually turned off her alarm clock in the morning and went back to sleep without realizing it. She got used to her cell phone too so on days when she had an 8 AM class and my other roommate and I got to sleep in, we'd lay there counting how many times her phone goes off. When it goes off for the 10th time, one of us threw something at her. Too bad that didn't always wake her up, hehe.

This same roommate had a habit of sleep-glaring. When she went to bed earlier than us, she'd suddenly sit up and glare at us for a few minutes and then go back to sleep. She never remembers it the next morning either. We (well, I...) got around to taking pictures of her while she did this and now that she locks her room in her apartment when she sleeps. She won't let anyone be around while she sleeps, haha.
 
I fucking hate people who borrow dvd's without fucking asking. So I come home yesterday and decide I want to watch part of my stewie griffin dvd. I grab the slip case off my shelf and it folds under my hand. The only way that could happen is if the dvd is not present. So I call my sister and ask her, do you have my stewie griffin dvd. No we should not oh wait here it is. YOU JUS BORROWED IT TWO fucking weeks ago and scratched the shit out of it. WHY IN THE fuck D YUOU NEED IT AIKNOA AHH I HATE YOU.
 
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