A Series of Unfortunate Roommates and Neighbor Part 1: The Roommates

I have the worst luck ever when it comes to roommates and neighbors. My experiences with roommates were just ew. So please read this post and learn to not be that gross roommate.

First off, please don't think I'm completely anal about the smallest things whenever I have roommates. I understand some noise and mess. I'm a horribly messy person. However, my mess stays in my personal areas and I cannot leave a shared area messy. That's rude. End of story. Needless to say, most of my past roommates have one thing in common: they were complete slobs.

 Screenshots of the virtual tour of the dorm. SEU.edu

 For example, I lived in a huge dorm my freshman year of college. It usually was split between 3 people (used to be 4 people) but I got lucky and it was only me and one other girl. We had so much space; it was fantastic. Till she decided to fill that space with everything she owned.

I was visiting my parents one weekend and when I got back I couldn't walk two feet into the room. The worst part is we would have random room inspections each week, so we failed it, which resulted in $100 fine (each). Things between me and her weren't all sunshine and rainbows after that.




Then, when I moved to a different state and transferred schools there was no way I wanted to live in a dorm again. I decided to live off campus and rented a room in an old house that was turned into 3 separate apartments. My floor was shared between 3 people and we each had our own bedrooms and bathrooms. I won't go into too much detail about all of my issues at that place. However, the most annoyingly, awkward part was hearing my roommate have loud intercourse with his not so charming girlfriend, who constantly gave me backhanded compliments.

It was a good day when the dishes weren't
piling above and around the sink.

The worst part was how gross the kitchen would get from my roommates not cleaning up after themselves. At first, I started to clean after them once in a while. But you can't do that or they will treat you like you're the maid. So I stopped. And it got gross. I love cooking. I stopped cooking because there were too many dirty dishes. I lived off of fast food for 6 months. I felt bloated the whole time; it was horrible. There were bugs and the trashcan was overflowing. I couldn't stand it. Of course my last day living there someone finally washed most of the dishes and wiped the counters down a little bit. So I of course took a photo to document the occasion of the huge improvement in the kitchen. Somewhat. There was so much food in the sink that the drains were completely clogged. But you can't tell that in the picture.





So I decided to move. Again. This time to a one bedroom in a typical student dominate apartments. What could go wrong? Nothing too horrible, honestly it's been nice. However, my upstairs neighbor is quite... interesting. She is so interesting that I was going to just clump this all into one post, and then changed my mind to give her a post of her own since I will most likely be adding to it. While I have no idea if she's messy or not, I do know more intimate details about her, slightly comical, life.

 "Part 2: The Neighbor" will be up tomorrow.