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Hahah gaaawd I love this comm. I have too many stories. ^_^
I have even MORE of the guy we live with, now.
My first two years of university, I lived in a one-person bachelor dorm, which was SWEET, but the place was pretty shitty. So for my third year I decided to move to the new dorm they had just built, which had two rooms per dorm.
My first roomate was an exchange student from France who was only there for one semester. Despite her accent being pretty hard to friggin understand (even if I am French Canadian), and she didn't know was a "télévision" was, ("Umm, the umm... the box with the channels?" "OH, a telly??") she was pretty nice.
Anyways, what happened was, a friend of mine was supposed to move into the two-room dorm with me, but finally decided not to but never cancelled her application, so I got there and I had the dorm to myself! It had a room with the toilet and another room with the shower, and a kitchen. Anyways, I went to see my friends in another dorm one night, and when I came back, HELLO, SOMEONE WAS IN MY DORM. Well no one ever gave me any kind of warning that she was moving in. I didn't care, but I was super embarassed because I had like, completely taken over the whole dorm.
Anyways, this chick was pretty nice but stayed in the toilet room for at least 45 minutes in the morning. After learning the hard way I had to actually pee in the public toilet on our floor and do my makeup in my room. She did this at 8 until 8:45, when I had a class at 8:30 and hers was at ten. This was in the room with only a TOILET and a SINK. Don't ask me what the hell she was doing in there, because I have no idea.
I was sick once with the flu, and after having visited the toilet a few times and nothing came of, I was lying down in my room on my bed to try and relax. Well, she came home intoxicated after a night out and stayed, as usual, in the toilet room forever. Surprise! Comes time for me to throw up. RIGHT NOW. I had to throw up in a bag and I prayed to God it had no holes in it. I don't really blame her for this incident though, since she couldn't really know I was sick, but y'know. It just sucked.
So the first girl finishes her international thing and so another one moves in. She never did tell me where she was from. I had asked but she mumbled so quietly and I dared not ask her to repeat herself 5 times. I am guessing Africa or Haiti or something. She was very nice but oh man...
At first everything went great, she sweeped and everything, took the garbage out, did the dishes, whatnot.
The first few days she didn't have an alarm clock so I had to wake her up at 7:30 even though I didn't have class that early. Which was fine, I mean, whatever. Then my boyfriend had an old alarm clock he didn't want anymore so we gave that to her and she was very grateful. Then her laptop wouldn't work, and my boyfriend, being Internet savvy, fixed it for her. Again, she was very grateful.
Now I don't know what the hell happened, but the place turned into a complete and total mess. She was in the same bachelor's as I was, but in first year. So I know what it's like, and it's really not so bad. Classes aren't all that demanding, etc. Third year, however, I was spending whole nights at the library doing research, studying, projects, etc. If I wasn't there, I was eating or sleeping or spending time with the boyfriend. So pardon me if I didn't have that much time to sweep up or clean the toilet or something. She NEVER did this after awhile and after having studied an entire night until like midnight, I had to clean the apartment because it was the only time I could, and she obviously wouldn't. She never cleaned the toilet or shower. EVER. I mostly ended up showering at my boyfriend's somehow, and one day I showered there: disgusting. There was buildup all over the place... my cleaning products were displayed proudly on shelves and I had told her she could use whatever she needed.
OH. I figured, for the toilet paper, that we could split it: I put on a roll, she puts one on, etc. Well when it was her turn, I noticed that it had been re-rolled. I ignored the first roll. When the second roll came the same way, I was sort of suspicious. Until my boyfriend told me, "You know what she's doing, don't you? It's two-ply toilet paper. She's seperating the two plies, and just rolling back the one-ply on the roll." WTF, AMIRITE???
She would also put things to cook, like home-made fries in a bunch of oil or boiling meat, and just leave it there unattended.
I would leave to go to my boyfriend's for the weekend and when I'd come back, she hadn't taken the garbage out. Once, even, I left for an entire week, the garbage bag was almost full so I took it out thinking she'd fill the rest and take it out. She did fill it up but didn't take it out. She also filled another bag and didn't take that one out, either.
Near the end of the semester, the first of April, in fact (and I did wonder if it was an April Fool's joke, though it did not appear to be), she brought like ten bags full of groceries, placed them on the kitchen floor and left. Now I don't snoop in other people's shit, but she'd been gone 45 minutes, and I was thinking... if there is anything in there that needs to be in the fridge, it will go bad. Nice as I was, I checked, and sure enough, lots of stuff to go in the fridge. Now, this was not a regular-sized fridge, just a bit smaller, and I had some stuff in there too since I don't go to the cafeteria. In her grocery bags, she had:
-Four cartons of a dozen eggs
-Four 2L juice cartons
-Chicken
-Three bread loaves
-One 2L milk carton
-Other assorted shit I don't remember.
FOUR CARTONS OF A DOZEN EGGS? FOUR 2L JUICE CARTONS AND A 2L MILK CARTON? REALLY????
Obviously the fridge was packed and I have no idea why the hell she had all that shit.
I have even MORE of the guy we live with, now.
My first two years of university, I lived in a one-person bachelor dorm, which was SWEET, but the place was pretty shitty. So for my third year I decided to move to the new dorm they had just built, which had two rooms per dorm.
My first roomate was an exchange student from France who was only there for one semester. Despite her accent being pretty hard to friggin understand (even if I am French Canadian), and she didn't know was a "télévision" was, ("Umm, the umm... the box with the channels?" "OH, a telly??") she was pretty nice.
Anyways, what happened was, a friend of mine was supposed to move into the two-room dorm with me, but finally decided not to but never cancelled her application, so I got there and I had the dorm to myself! It had a room with the toilet and another room with the shower, and a kitchen. Anyways, I went to see my friends in another dorm one night, and when I came back, HELLO, SOMEONE WAS IN MY DORM. Well no one ever gave me any kind of warning that she was moving in. I didn't care, but I was super embarassed because I had like, completely taken over the whole dorm.
Anyways, this chick was pretty nice but stayed in the toilet room for at least 45 minutes in the morning. After learning the hard way I had to actually pee in the public toilet on our floor and do my makeup in my room. She did this at 8 until 8:45, when I had a class at 8:30 and hers was at ten. This was in the room with only a TOILET and a SINK. Don't ask me what the hell she was doing in there, because I have no idea.
I was sick once with the flu, and after having visited the toilet a few times and nothing came of, I was lying down in my room on my bed to try and relax. Well, she came home intoxicated after a night out and stayed, as usual, in the toilet room forever. Surprise! Comes time for me to throw up. RIGHT NOW. I had to throw up in a bag and I prayed to God it had no holes in it. I don't really blame her for this incident though, since she couldn't really know I was sick, but y'know. It just sucked.
So the first girl finishes her international thing and so another one moves in. She never did tell me where she was from. I had asked but she mumbled so quietly and I dared not ask her to repeat herself 5 times. I am guessing Africa or Haiti or something. She was very nice but oh man...
At first everything went great, she sweeped and everything, took the garbage out, did the dishes, whatnot.
The first few days she didn't have an alarm clock so I had to wake her up at 7:30 even though I didn't have class that early. Which was fine, I mean, whatever. Then my boyfriend had an old alarm clock he didn't want anymore so we gave that to her and she was very grateful. Then her laptop wouldn't work, and my boyfriend, being Internet savvy, fixed it for her. Again, she was very grateful.
Now I don't know what the hell happened, but the place turned into a complete and total mess. She was in the same bachelor's as I was, but in first year. So I know what it's like, and it's really not so bad. Classes aren't all that demanding, etc. Third year, however, I was spending whole nights at the library doing research, studying, projects, etc. If I wasn't there, I was eating or sleeping or spending time with the boyfriend. So pardon me if I didn't have that much time to sweep up or clean the toilet or something. She NEVER did this after awhile and after having studied an entire night until like midnight, I had to clean the apartment because it was the only time I could, and she obviously wouldn't. She never cleaned the toilet or shower. EVER. I mostly ended up showering at my boyfriend's somehow, and one day I showered there: disgusting. There was buildup all over the place... my cleaning products were displayed proudly on shelves and I had told her she could use whatever she needed.
OH. I figured, for the toilet paper, that we could split it: I put on a roll, she puts one on, etc. Well when it was her turn, I noticed that it had been re-rolled. I ignored the first roll. When the second roll came the same way, I was sort of suspicious. Until my boyfriend told me, "You know what she's doing, don't you? It's two-ply toilet paper. She's seperating the two plies, and just rolling back the one-ply on the roll." WTF, AMIRITE???
She would also put things to cook, like home-made fries in a bunch of oil or boiling meat, and just leave it there unattended.
I would leave to go to my boyfriend's for the weekend and when I'd come back, she hadn't taken the garbage out. Once, even, I left for an entire week, the garbage bag was almost full so I took it out thinking she'd fill the rest and take it out. She did fill it up but didn't take it out. She also filled another bag and didn't take that one out, either.
Near the end of the semester, the first of April, in fact (and I did wonder if it was an April Fool's joke, though it did not appear to be), she brought like ten bags full of groceries, placed them on the kitchen floor and left. Now I don't snoop in other people's shit, but she'd been gone 45 minutes, and I was thinking... if there is anything in there that needs to be in the fridge, it will go bad. Nice as I was, I checked, and sure enough, lots of stuff to go in the fridge. Now, this was not a regular-sized fridge, just a bit smaller, and I had some stuff in there too since I don't go to the cafeteria. In her grocery bags, she had:
-Four cartons of a dozen eggs
-Four 2L juice cartons
-Chicken
-Three bread loaves
-One 2L milk carton
-Other assorted shit I don't remember.
FOUR CARTONS OF A DOZEN EGGS? FOUR 2L JUICE CARTONS AND A 2L MILK CARTON? REALLY????
Obviously the fridge was packed and I have no idea why the hell she had all that shit.