Its funny you made a thread about roommates. I was talking about my roommates that I had at work today. I'm trying to remember how many that I had in a 18 month period before I got sick of it and picked my roommate and moved out.

I started out with me and three others, the places that the college leased apartments from were always made into a 4 bedrooms even though they always only had two bedrooms. So I start with 3 roommates. One I hit it off immediately and the other two seem alright, though one is a little worrisome. The one that I worried about turned out to be bipolar and liked to get drunk as well. So that is never good. The other one looked like they were trying to get out from their parents shadow and live things up. So with a roommate that you never know what's going to happen next and another wanting party. I tried to keep to myself a lot.

Well the bipolar one things only went from bad to worse. It varied from being extremely verbally abusive to anyone around to being almost physically abusive. I found my bed with water or beer poured on it one time. I found myself nearly on the receiving end of a air freshener in the face as one of the other unluckys did. So after having enough of this for like two months months and feeling alone. The roommate that I did get along with great left for closer apartments downtown. So I felt alone and cornered by people I could not get along with. I had enough of their problems and reported them. Well you know how they say it is anonymous, you know that it never works. They always know who it is. So they open the letter and then proceed to punch my laptop twice and then rip out my telephone cord from my laptop with enough force that the connect was left in the port. I then proceed to get the RAs and have him removed from the building. Needless to say I left two days later to the room that my previous roommate was.

I was free for a while. New roommates, two more and one I already know. They were perfectly fine and I had no problems until they graduated and needed to fill the room again. The roommate I had moved a room down to a single and I was forced again to leave with three new roommates. One stole things, stole someone's laptop and hid it in our closet. I get a knock on the door with a police officer, the RA and the person that they stole from. They come searching and I led them to where I saw them drop it off. The roommate was hiding out somewhere else in the building and was eventually arrested trying to escape. I found out later that they also stole food and clothes from other rooms as well.

One roommate came with their parents. The parents looked at the room and left with their kid. I think they said that they were going to get something to eat, but the next morning that promptly removed all of their things that never did get unpacked. And the others were fortunately unmemorable enough for me to recall. But I think that places me around 10 roommates and 3 of which were in a three month span of time.

After that I was fed up with it and moved out of college sponsered living to a single bedroom apartment with that roommate that I got along great with. We lived together for the rest of the term of 18 months and it all worked out great. Was the best roommate I could have possibly asked for. We ended up doing a lot of things together and still keep in contact after college finished. If I ever end up in California I would see about rooming again until I could live on my own.

That was just roommates. When I lived with the bipolar and partier I had to deal with parties almost every weekend. They would always get drunk and do stupid things. I could not stand it especially since it was part my place too. And they were all underage so I was always scared about getting reported even though I was just minding my own business. I hated it when I would see wine and beer in our fridge just knowing that if a RA came by I would never be able to explain it. Fortunately, nothing ever happened. But those parties got out of hand so often. I actually went to one party at the other place just to humor the new roommates and was completely and utterly bored. I think I left 30 minutes or an hour later. I never did understand the point of cramming 50 people into a tiny apartment.