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Bad Roomies Anonymous 04/14/15 (Tue) 08:41:05 648aa0 No.1869

Story time.
Tell me YOUR shitty room mate stories.

Freshman year, instead of getting into Digipen housing I take a gander at the room mate/apartment housing site.

Find a place.
Fucking ShadowBrook. Don't know it at the time but the place is a mass of mold and crap with a fuckton of children that like to scream at all hours.

Decide to take a look. Price is all-right. Own bedroom. Own bathroom. Basement level, but it looks ok.

Meet roommate. ( We are both female.) We will call her E. E's parents own the apartment.

E is a classic digipenner. Overweight, smells, never washes hair. Wears same outfit every day. Dirty pokemon shirt. Baggy shorts. Never seen without baseball cap.

E's parents pay for her everything. She has a new car, gets a grand a month for 'spending money', all tuition paid for out of pocket.

When I first meet E she seems OK enough. Quiet. Doesn't make eye contact. Sort of awkward but I can deal.

After first week of school, things quickly degrade.

Apartment starts to become messy. It is very clear that E has a bit of a problem.

E has her own room, but absolutely refuses to use it except for sleeping. She is always out in he living room, playing DOTA on her laptop and watching TV.
E has this disgusting armchair recliner that she rots in whenever she is not sleeping or at school.

From 8 AM to 2 AM. DOTA in the armchair.

E eats in this as well, and will not get up to throw away her food/garbage/anything. Starts to pile up in a circle of garbage around her chair. Soda bottles, chip bags, candy wrappers, pints and pints and pints of ice cream.

Two weeks in.

Pile has now spread to sofa. Flies starting to accumulate.
'E maybe you should pick up some of this stuff'
'I will soon'

Never does.

One month in.

You can now audibly hear buzzing in the living room from flies. E pretends not to notice. Will not let me open any windows in the apartment. Including the blinds. I take out the garbage as much as I can. Can see flies crawling over her sometimes while she plays games. She seems not to care. One day, when E is away at school. I clean.

I clean fucking everything. Vacuum. Scrub. Mop.

E comes home.
Global fucking meltdown.
"I HAVE BACKWARDS OCD YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME."

All I threw away were empty food containers.

The rest of the year is her desperately trying to put mess back in the apartment. I will throw away moldy bags of donuts only for her to fish them out of the trash and put them back on the counter claiming she can eat around the mold.

It is E's first time away from her parents and she has no idea how to be an adult.

E's diet has piddled itself down to exactly this.

1.) Moose-Tracks Ice cream, aprox. 1 gallon every two to three days.
2.) Texas toast.
3.) Sausage hot pockets.
4.) Dr.Pepper

E's hair has started to fall out from what I can only assume is a total lack of any physical movement and malnutrition. She drives her car the short walk to school. Little tumbleweeds of greasy hair all around apartment. Keeps wearing baseball hat to cover it up. Can see bald spot whenever she is not wearing it at home. She is barely 20 years old.

E has now started sleeping out in the living room. Catch her masturbating out there multiple times. Pretend not to notice.

E sometimes sneaks into my room to 'pet' my stuffed animals.

Had a short fling with a guy near the end of the semester. E would just knock and knock on my door and try to open it during private time. "WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING IN THERE?"

E was super hard to live with.
It was always a battle keeping her/her mess out of my room.

Moved out as soon as the year was over.

She has failed a few classes since then but I'm not sure if she still goes here.

Maybe ~ I try to avoid her when I can.

Anonymous 04/14/15 (Tue) 09:15:46 23e03a No.1870

>>1869
Holy fucking shit, we've had bad roommate stories posted here in the past but so far I think this one takes the cake.

Anonymous 04/14/15 (Tue) 16:43:35 01c877 No.1878

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what the fuck man.

Anonymous 04/14/15 (Tue) 17:38:49 7a7532 No.1882

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>>1869
Jesus christ.

As an adult man, I have completely forgotten that people like this exist.

I cannot wait to graduate and be out of this place…. simply so that I can interact with humans again.

Anonymous 04/14/15 (Tue) 21:58:51 f740ab No.1885

>>1869
You have my most sincere, heartfelt condolences. Fuck, that's one of the first stories that's been LEAGUES worse than my first roommate.

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 00:08:30 f740ab No.1890

>>1869

I… I… I am so sorry.

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 04:02:56 308500 No.1903

>>1869
Freshman and part of Sophomore year I had an actual manchild for a roommate.

I used the housing finder and got paired up with three other random ass dudes. Two of the three were pretty cool, and the third guy seemed cool at first. We had some fun hanging out for a while, and we were all in the same program so we shared most of our classes/schedules. Good times.

Relatively quickly it became obvious that roommate number 3 had lived his entire life with other people cleaning up his messes and doing all the work. We divided up cleaning chores for the apartment (trash, dishes, vaccuuming etc), but no matter what he was assigned it never happened. He left dishes and trash on the floor/couches and never bothered to pick them up no matter how many times he was asked. It was always "OK," and then he'd never do it. Occasionally he'd respond to someone asking him to pick up his shit with a smug "you realize you asking me over and over is just gonna make me take even longer to do it." A few times we tried taking him at his word, and predictably he didn't do shit anyway.

In addition, a lot of stuff seemed to go missing while he was around. Food, trinkets, a small things mostly. I was playing Magic at the time and found a few of my valuable cards missing after not playing for a few weeks. DS games went missing from the case where I kept them. In a similar vein, when number 3 was returning some library books (from our classes) I asked him to drop off a couple of mine while he was there, and he agreed. He took the books, put them in his car and left. A few months later I got a letter that I owed over $200 in fines from overdue books. When I asked number 3 about it he claimed to have never been asked to return any books, and when I looked in his car they weren't there.

So far, so standard. Passive aggression was his MO, you could always expect some kind of petty retribution for any perceived slight.

Number 3 was the kind of guy who played games in Edison all day, failed all his classes (when he went to them at all), and should have dropped out far sooner than he did. As the months went by and he sucked more and more academically, he got worse and worse at doing his part at the apartment. His job was to take out the recycling, which was supposed to happen weekly but was more likely a monthly job when he was on it. Eventually he stopped doing it entirely, and this is where the fun part begins.

At this point everyone is fed up with his dumb ass, and refuses to lift a finger to do any of his jobs. The pile of recyclables, which sat in bins on the balcony of the apartment, began to grow even more. It overflowed the bins, then covered most of the floor, and then started growing upward. By the time summer rolled around it had gotten to be maybe 2 deep across the entire balcony. I left for the summer, and he was half-assedly promising to finally take care of it now that the semester was over.

I came back in the Fall and it was waist deep across the balcony.

The Fall semester started and for some reason number 3 was still enrolled, but basically never left the apartment. He played games all day, never showed up to classes, and the 'recyclables' pile (read: trash, at this point) was becoming in danger of overflowing the rails of the balcony. He still promised to take care of it regularly when asked.

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 04:03:16 308500 No.1904

>>1903
Side note: Our apartment was decent but had some janky shit, we managed to overload the circuit breaker on a pretty regular basis and our hot water heater was shit, so regularly we'd find ourselves with cold showers or lights going out on us. This started at some point in the summer.

Anyway, as the semester goes on eventually Number 3 just kinda stops being at the apartment. No explanation, but he is there maybe once a week, if that. He is apparently visiting home a lot which is fine with us. A few weeks go by and suddenly he shows up and moves out without notice. His family comes by and helps him take his shit. He cleans nothing and leaves. We just kinda didn't know what to think, but we all knew he was failing so we assumed he was just preparing to drop out.

Nothing really happened for a couple weeks, but eventually we get an angry letter from his mother about how we bullied him, harassing him shutting off the lights/water when he was in the shower, broke his stuff (he left his shit on the ground all the time and everyone ended up tripping over it), and were generally assholes to him. We gave our side, that all we did was ask him to clean up his shit and that the apartment water heater was crap. She decided her best option was to try to bully us into letting him off the lease (immediately and without a replacement). We said we'd let him come off if he cleaned out the trash on the balcony, but he refused, and she continued to berate us to let him off the lease anyway.

Meanwhile his trash pile is still taking up the entirety of the balcony and we have only now resigned ourselves to cleaning up his mess. We went to take care of the pile, now totally sure that he was never going to come back and clean it (something he said he would do even when moving out). Soon we discovered how far his laziness had taken him. Inside the mound of crap we found:

Whole pizzas, molded to all hell
An entire lasagna with a fork stuck in it (silverware from the kitchen, not a plastic fork)
Plates with food on them (again, dishes, not plastic/paper)
More trash than actual recycling

We ended up buying rubber gloves and painters masks just to avoid touching anything or smelling the awful smell that seeped out of the pile. It took a good four hours to haul everything out and spray down the balcony. We didn't even bother with recovering all the silverware and dishes, since they were mostly encrusted with mold and no one felt good about eating off them anymore.

As a final 'fuck you' before he left, we found out a few months later when the lease came up for renewal that he had paid his share of the rent late 8 or 9 times and the apartment, who didn't give a shit about WHO paid late, had blacklisted us. So we couldn't even stay in the apartment which was, aside from Number 3 fucking it up, pretty damn nice and in a great location (Avalon, right across from QFC).

And now I am super careful about roommates. Also holy shit this got long sorry for the text wall.

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 05:10:29 f740ab No.1907

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>>1904
I started reading this story like "Wow this must happen a lot, that sounds almost identical to what happened to me!" But then PLOT TWIST: I was one of the other roommates (I'm Mr R, I'm assuming you're Mr F)

Also there was the time he said we owed him like 3 grand for late utility bills and shit, but when we checked the spreadsheet it was more like 1 grand, due mostly to his incompetence with paying shit on time. That was just swell.

PICTURE RELATED TO THE RECYCLING STORY

Also DUDE you fuckin forgot to tell the BEST FUCKING PARTS OF THE STORY HOW COULD YOU!

So when 3's family came by to help him move out, they just walked in without even saying hello to any of us, each carrying a black garbage bag, and just went around the apartment throwing everything of his (except the trash) into the bags, without saying a word. We had to go to class so we couldn't stay and keep an eye on his shady as fuck family, and when we came back I found a bunch of my kitchen utensils and playstation controllers and shit missing. I knew he stole them on purpose because he never cooked, just me and the other guys did.

So we called his mom, since 3 didn't answer his phone or anything anymore, and I basically said, "Look, you stole a bunch of stuff from me, bring back my stuff or I'll call the police. I understand if it's an accident, but bring my stuff back." I tried to be polite but we were all really sick of 3's bullshit and when you have actual adult shit to do like homework and chores, you don't have patience for such crap.

So like twenty minutes later, we get a call from the front office and this dude, the BROEST OF BROS, who I knew and talked to occasionally at the gym and stuff, fuckin calls my cell phone and is all like "Dude, I don't know what's happening but 3's mom just stopped by and she's PISSED. Be careful because she's heading your way." I thank him and sure enough, 30 seconds later 3's mom is banging on our door.

We open up, she storms in, and throws a trashbag of stuff onto the counter. I look through it and make sure she brought back all my belongings. As I do, she starts very emotionally telling us that we can't be bullying her son, and how DARE we call her a "thief" and shit. The three of us very bluntly point out how awful 3 was to live with, how he never communicated any of his concerns to us, and how they technically did steal from us.

At one point (this is my favorite anecdote) she gets very visible irritated and points around the apartment, going "No wonder 3 was so frustrated with you, look at all this trash everywhere!" and we point out that literally all of it is shit that 3 left behind, and we haven't had time to clean up yet because of homework. If the look of defeat on her face was a candy, it would be the sweetest and most salivating of all treats.

So anyway she is on the verge of tears, and after being unable to make us apologize for making her drive back with our belongings (oh the humanity), she locks herself in one of our bathrooms and makes a phone call. We didn't really try to listen in but she was pretty loud and angry, and it was kind of clear that she was trying to see if it was possible for her to finagle a way to have us kicked out of the apartment.

Fortunately for us, that stupid bitch had her name on the lease, whereas we were just tenants or whatever, so technically we could have just walked out and left her to pay the entire rent for the rest of the year, because of her shitty son. She couldn't kick us out unless we did something illegal, and we knew that. So we sat and did homework (because all of this shit was happening during finals) until she comes out of the bathroom, and just storms out the door without saying a word. One of the other roommates jokingly said, "Cya later!" as she slammed the door, and we all laughed pretty hard. We never saw her or her dipshit son again, and life was good.

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 05:57:19 23e03a No.1909

>>1903
>>1904
>>1907
Okay now somebody top this story. This thread is juicy as fuck, keep going.

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 12:15:00 4a27e9 No.1920

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>>1903
>>1904
>>1907
Oh shit I think I know exactly who you're talking about. I'd heard the legends but seeing the whole thing written out is… wow. How did you put up with that shit for so long? I have a small story about 3 but its not roommate related. Why didn't you mention the aversion to shirts and guests?

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 16:35:07 8adaf1 No.1924

One time one of my roommates farted

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 17:20:21 7a7532 No.1927

OP Here.

Wow, E and 3 should date. They would be perfect for each other.

Diverging from the room-mate theme, the short fling guy actually got pretty crazy scary and stalker-ish after a while. I could tell yall about that.

Digipen at its finest.

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 20:28:17 93472f No.1936

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>>1907
That's quite the carbon foot print my friend. May we rejoice in his expulsion from the apartment, hoo-ray!

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 22:33:59 b829c5 No.1946

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>>1927
Stalker stories are solid. I could go into a few that happened to an ex of mine. Autistic kids getting aggressively touchy can be a terrible thing…

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 22:38:40 7a7532 No.1947

>>1869
>>1903

I will never complain about my roommates not washing the dishes again.

Anonymous 04/15/15 (Wed) 22:42:03 820d3c No.1949

>>1947
This

Anonymous 04/16/15 (Thu) 01:15:49 f740ab No.1955

>>1920
I don't give a fuck if it's not roommate related and I don't think anyone else does. Please share this shit! I had no idea anyone else knew about the guy at all, I thought it was just the three (four including him) of us.

Also FUCK you're right! The way he never wore a fucking shirt around the house. Also I just realized both myself and the poster before me forgot a really important note, and another really great story.

3 only slept in his bed like 50% of the time. Very often, he'd lie on the couch (complete with blanket) and watch TV until he fell asleep literally in a pile of old food and shit. It was astoundingly goony. The rest of us would pack up and head to school and he'd just be lying on the couch with the TV on and fast food containers across his blanket.

Also, the aversion to guests thing. I totally forgot. The one time I brought a girl back to the apartment, he was so fucking awkward and weird around her. Not like full on autism virgin, but just really quiet and couldn't hold a conversation. It sucked because all the trash he left around also, obviously, made our place look like shit which killed the mood. I never made that mistake twice.

>>1903 Hey dude, do you remember any stories about his weird girlfriend that would come and hang out? All I remember is that she was messy and introverted like him, and that they'd sit on the couch just shit talking everyone who they worked with while watching TV. Like that's all they would do together. I thought I remember more stuff happening but it's been a while.

Anonymous 04/16/15 (Thu) 01:43:21 648aa0 No.1958

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Alright lets go.

So nearing the midpoint of my first Digipen semester. E brings over this guy. Solid 6/10. Not terrible but he seems pretty funny and charismatic and that counts for a lot of points in my book. We will call him R.

She brought him over for some assignment where they had to watch a movie together. Alien. Early FLM homework were simple.
I love Alien, so I decided to shove aside some of the trash on the couch and watch with them. I figured, what the hell, I'm in college, why not have a fling or two, now is the time!

Turn on flirt mode.

By the end of the night we end up in the back of his car. He only lives maybe 5 minutes away. That apartment complex attached to Shadowbrook. Awesome. Not far to go.

Shit from the get-go.
I don't want to go to into detail for you all, but lets just say that this guy absolutely COULD NOT get it up without the aid of porn. Hardcore lesbian orgy porn.

No matter what we would try or do, nothing.

After an hour, I'm feeling the need to go home to Netflix. Back is killing me, car isn't comfortable. This was a bust.
R is desperately trying to work anything out, damn near crying/pleading with me as I slide out of the back of his car.

For some reason I agree to keep giving it a shot.

This would happen every time we would meet or try anything. He was very sweet, but just …
I don't know what it was, maybe a medical issue, but the guy has a serious porn addiction that had ruined him. It made the times I did agree to more extremely awkward, and on top of that I hadn't realized how inexperience he was.

Totally awful despite my attempts at direction. Essentially, he was convinced 'porn moves' were going to work in bed.

ProTip for men: THEY ABSOLUTELY DO NOT.

After two weeks of terrible not-sex he assumes we are dating.
I start trying to put a little distance between him and myself to make him get the hint.
R does not get the hint.
No. Friends sure. Not dating.
R does not compute. Tells everyone I am his girlfriend.

R will now follow me from class to class, wait outside my classes, try to eat lunch/dinner/breakfast with me.
Offers me rides to school. Sometimes I accept to be polite. I was walking in that direction anyways. Keep all the conversations formal.
R starts trying to vie for sex again. Turn him away. He starts talking about things we might try to help his 'issues'.

We should try role-play, he says. Rape role-play.
Punchthosefuckingbreaks.

Laugh nervously. No. Nononono. Lord No.

One last car-ride back home. Look down at my feet. Sketchbook. I have never seen R's art. Pick it up. Full of badly drawn pictures of anime girls getting raped by different things. Full of it. Cover to cover.

Whatthefuck.jpg

Try to cut off all communication with R after that. I am thoroughly freaked out. Decline any more carpool rides.
R lives 5 minutes away walking, I am on the basement level. Window is right at ground level.

R doesn't like that I'm not paying attention to him anymore.

Starts doing weirdly sweet things for me. Cooking me food and bringing it over almost every day. ( E loves this and eats almost all of them.) Starts writing me weird love poems and leaving them on my door/window. Still tries waiting outside my classes.

What have I gotten myself into.

At this point any sane person would get the hint I am really very not interested. R does not.

R starts getting even more obsessive. Overhears me telling a friend how shit E is, jumps in. "COME LIVE WITH ME. I'LL TAKE SUCH GOOD CARE OF YOU."
"ARE YOU COMING DOWN TO MY HOUSE FOR CHRISTMAS. I WILL PAY TO FLY YOU THERE."

Things escalate even more.
Whenever he gets wind that I like anything, he will go out and buy anything related to that thing for me. Leave it on my doorstep with more love notes or flowers.

He starts coming over and knocking on my ground level window almost every night. Keeps trying to pull it open while I'm sleeping. Sometimes I look up from my bed which was right under the window, and I can just see him standing outside. Back-lit by the shitty streetlamps.

( He had gotten this acid-wash denim fedora/trench-coat combo for Christmas and was convinced it was the coolest shit. Wore it everywhere. Imagine that pretty picture.)

Anonymous 04/16/15 (Thu) 01:44:38 648aa0 No.1959

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Ok. Fuck this.

Eventually, he comes over again, and instead of pretending I'm not home, I sit R down and tell him we are NOT in a relationship. He starts sobbing. Falls to the floor crying. Wailing and moaning and rolling around telling me hes going to die.

Somehow, I got him out of the house.

Bless the Maker ( haha I have been playing Dragon Age.) he finally seems to sort of get it.
I get a few flowers and love notes every now and again but he stops waiting outside my classes and knocking on my window.

I think it is over.
I start seeing another guy who I like much better.
His one last gesture was for Valentines Day, a few months later, he sent me a huge bouquet of flowers and some awkward hand-made gits with one last letter telling me I was the best girlfriend he ever had.

( made it sorta awkward for my current BF.)

After that, R dropped out. His second time doing so. I have not seen him since.

Thank god,

( Sorry that turned into a bit of a text wall.)

Anonymous 04/16/15 (Thu) 02:08:02 f740ab No.1960

>>1959
Sweet fuckin jesus, never again will I say that women have an easier time dating at DP than men. That was a wild ride.

Anonymous 04/16/15 (Thu) 02:37:45 7a7532 No.1961

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>>1958
My god.

I sort got wind of this when I first started here. Like this weird inkling as I walked in on my first day and thought:
>"Wait a minute… this is a school that totes itself as a "video game college"… What sort of teenagers would aim for something like this…"

I never really knew people like this when I was younger. Suffice to say I've been -sufficiently- caught off guard.

This shit is like a god damn horror story. Again, I can't wait to return to the normal world and associate with adults.

Also
>Addicted to lesbian porn to the point of not being able to actually have sex.
>The irony.
>O i am laffin.

Anonymous 04/16/15 (Thu) 08:22:59 c9ec3f No.1968

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>>1869
>reverse OCD

Anonymous 04/16/15 (Thu) 08:29:04 c9ec3f No.1969

>>1907
hahaha hholy shit

it's too juicy that two separate roomies are browsing the same obscure 8chan board

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 04:18:55 2cb392 No.1980

>>1959
Whoa, couldn't you like, report him to Digipen for harassment or something? I've had friends do that for way less crazy shit.

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 05:31:37 fe1387 No.1985

Upper classmen here. Digipen definitely brings in a lions share of mentally imbalanced people (most likely shipped off by parents not wanting to deal with them). Everyone has the duty of reporting crazy-ass behavior, we need to thin their ranks (although there is a noticeable decline of crazies the longer you stay in, freshman-sophomore year are the worst).

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 05:53:15 820d3c No.1989

>>1985
Not really parents not wanting to deal with them. Video games are yet another niche thing, and autistic folks tend to home in on it.

I don't want to say spectrum kids shouldn't attend college, but I can't deny that it'd make that a whole lot fucking easier. Oh well, I guess that's just something that has to be dealt with in adulthood, that you'll have to coexist with the mentally challenged.

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 10:25:11 60e6c4 No.2000

I'm hesitant to tell my shitty roommate story considering I am autistic and a couple fragments of said story has to do with said shitty roommate being confused and offended at me not being good at picking up (nearly invisible) "signals" he was supposedly sending me even though I warned him like the day I moved in that I have a lot of trouble reading people.

On the other hand this guy is pretty infamous in the BFA circle and a lot of people hate his guts so I guess I'll just infodump it tomorrow, because some parts are pretty juicy.

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 21:09:14 4d4f6e No.2019

>>2000
We are looking forward to it

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 21:10:42 23e03a No.2020

>>2000
You got post >>2000, you're legally bound to telling it now.

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 23:21:18 7a7532 No.2028

>>2000
Alright, here I go. I'm not 100% clear on the timeline so some of this stuff is kind of unclear. A is the main problem dude who roomed in the other room in my apt, R is my actual roommate.
So I was rooming with this guy in Shadowbrook for my Freshman year (thankfully I was able to move out for Sophomore year into another place). To his credit he did help out while I was moving in and seemed nice and reasonable at first; my dad and I took him to Ikea to buy me a shitty bed (I'm out of state) because he'd apparently never been to Ikea before and wanted to see it and afterwards we set up my bed and furniture together. It was around this time that I told him I was autistic and not great at picking up on social cues so if I was ever rambling without realizing it I was fine with him telling me to be quiet; I pretty much bluntly told him I was terrible at reading any kind of vagueness and ambiguity and if he had any problems in the future I'd appreciate being told directly about them rather than letting them build up behind my back. This wasn't so much a "laying down the law" on my part, just a "full disclosure" kind of thing to avoid any issues in the future. Then again, this guy wouldn't be the guy I would be rooming with (I was rooming with someone else) so I figured none of these issues would even come up.

Speaking of full disclosure, I wasn't the best roommate. It was my first time out of the house, living with other people, so I made some mistakes. I didn't ever muck up the common areas or leave rotting food around (holy shit, that first story) and I tried to do my fair share of chores (sometimes had some trouble because as a Freshman BFA I was pulling a lot of all-nighters), sometimes my half of the living space (which consisted of a bed and a table) got a little messy, but overall I checked in regularly with my actual roommate to make sure I wasn't bothering him or infringing on his space. This will come in later. R was perfectly nice to room with but very monotone and again, hard to read. The fact of the matter is anyone I have difficulty reading kind of makes me nervous and I'm constantly worrying if I'm making them mad over something (this is both an aspie and anxiety thing, I guess). That will come in later.

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 23:21:27 7a7532 No.2029

>>2028
So couple weeks in I start hearing people talk about A. Not huge stuff, just stuff like "A is pretentious, I don't like him", etc. I also notice that sometimes when I see A working at our apt (he's also a BFA) he'll be tracing work (he did this all the way into Sophomore year, after which he dropped out) or copying it otherwise. It wasn't my business, so I didn't snitch on him, but yeah, just a detail. I actually try to defend A by saying I room with him and he seems nice, et cetera. It isn't until a couple weeks after that when I hear A having a huge conversation with his parents about someone he seems to be having a problem with while we're both at the apartment. He's talking to them over skype about how this mystery person never cleans up after themselves, that they're immature because it's their first time away from home (keep in mind, from my POV I have no idea who he's talking about and I'm not eavesdropping on this, I'm in the living room on my computer). After he gets off the phone I'm like "Hey A, are you having problems with someone?" He sighs dramatically and is like "yeah, we should talk about that." So it turns out he was talking about me, while I was in the room with him, to his parents, after having not brought up anything to me for like the first few months. Feels pretty crappy.
So the conversation mostly consists of me just agreeing to clean up more (even though, like I said, it's not like I leave anything anywhere in the common areas, I don't really use the kitchen save for one dish that I bring back and forth into my room and wash myself, I pretty much try to be as unobtrusive as possible) or do whatever else he wants me to do to make him comfortable because I'm really embarrassed that he apparently had all these issues with me. When I remind him that he hasn't really brought any of this up he sighs again and is like "well, I sort of hoped you would pick up on the fact that I wasn't happy". So, even though I asked him to explicitly tell me if he's having issues, he didn't really do that. He also, as I found out later, talked shit about me behind my back to mutual friends of ours about how I "wasn't picking up on signals he was sending out constantly", so you sort of see how these issues started developing.

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 23:22:19 7a7532 No.2030

>>2029
One other thing he did early on was threaten to call my parents (???) over forgetting to send in R's rent check to the front office resulting in a late fee (which I agreed to pay, even though we'd both been tasked with giving his check to the office on time when it came in the mail(he was on vacation)-I took it as my fuckup and took responsibility). So not only did he insert himself into my business but also pretty much infantalized me over something I had the capabilities of taking care of myself and was taking care of myself. This condescending attitude became more apparent in general over time up until I moved out.

I tolerated him for most of the rest of the semester (mostly because I was too stressed doing the BFA assignments to bring up any grievances with him). At some point we have some fight over something I don't even remember and he starts giving me the silent treatment and essentially talking to me through one of our mutual friends. I almost immediately shut this down, because what the fuck, we're not five years old. I try not to let this bother me (even though I hate the guy, having one of my roommates pretty much refuse to talk to me over some problem I have no idea what I did makes me kind of miserable because I'm going to be stuck with him until summer) until at one point we're in the cafeteria as a group discussing a final assignment and he pretty much a) starts talking to everyone but me about something the teacher told him and b) completely ignores me, in front of everyone, when I ask him for what kind of clarification he got. I guess this was my breaking point because I cursed him out and stalked out of the cafeteria in tears. He never apologized for this or any of his previous behavior.

I think the only other big fight happened over the summer when one of our mutual friends came over for a little moving away hangout party because she was moving to another part of Shadowbrook (silly but we never really had many friends over that often due to business). I think we just played some video games/watched some movies or something but she left a few things on the table in the living room. It was probably just a few papers and like a misc. item like a notebook and a cup, I don't remember exactly. After a while I actually thought the pile was from someone else in the apartment so I didn't move it anywhere, since it wasn't really in the way or taking up much of the table.

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 23:23:28 7a7532 No.2031

>>2030
One day I come home from summer class to see this pile of stuff (and a bunch more garbage and some plates) piled in front of the door of my room. I ask A if he put them there and he blithely responds "your friend, your stuff". At this point I'm pretty pissed because he must have told me to move them once and half the stuff he put there has nothing to do with me, but I start to clean it up anyway while snapping at him to just tell me like a normal person next time. He whines "you KNOW it bothers me!" and I'm like "well you know playing your music through your speakers and humming bothers me but you still do it so why should I respect your pet peeves if you don't even respect mine?" (he has a habit of humming so loud from the living room I could hear it through the wall, out of tune, and every time I asked him politely to stop he would start up again a few minutes later and while I was working this started getting grating really fucking fast) and he's like "well it's not a big deal if I hum". We bicker back and forth like this and finally I kind of explode and tell him everyone of my cohort hates him and he should probably get an attitude adjustment. Yeah, shouldn't have blown up like that but I was pissed.

A couple times while living with him he brought girlfriends over (I'm assuming from his LARP'ing group or something). All I remember from this is one time I overheard them discussing this person's husband and mentally disabled child very loudly. The woman he'd brought over was talking about how if "her husband could use more than 10% of his brain he would be easier to live with" and complaining about how hard her son was to handle. Of course I could have misheard this shit but it sticks out to me.

Other non-roommate related tidbits about the guy worth mentioning are the fact that he believed in weird pseudoscience and red pill MRA bullshit. While I was facebook friends with A he would post articles about supposed alien babies, complain about friendzoning, etc. Every time I or others engaged him his family would dogpile on people and defend him until people gave up trying to discuss anything. He also had a habit while at school to insert himself into conversations about, say, feminism in gaming and play devil's advocate until he was shut down with hard facts and left with his tail between his legs (this didn't happen to me but it happened to some of my friends). He would constantly talk back to/argue with teachers as well: in Sophomore year he pretty much copied a picture for art 300 from a googlemaps image and then argued with a teacher about an awkward looking stopsign (because of course, if you're supposed to copy a picture from life using an image from googlemaps is going to look pretty fucking weird and obvious).

Anonymous 04/17/15 (Fri) 23:24:20 7a7532 No.2032

>>2031
On his animation teams he did no work and then, during the BFA town meeting, argued with Jasno about how hard the animation classes are and about how he "tried his best" in them and still failed (even though by his own team's admission he barely did any work).

He had issues with depression (as did I during Sophomore year) and although I never try to play armchair psychologist or try to deduce how legitimate someone else's mental illness is, because that's fucked up, there were a couple occasions where he would lie to his parents about how well he was doing over skype calls or say he was doing homework to get out of talking to them, then go play Titanfall until late at night.

Way way later when I was for sure moving out the person that was moving in to replace me (We'll call him C) and I went on a Trader Joes run. He told me that not only had A called him privileged for having a lawyer and dentist for parents (C was a self-learned musician and had actually pretty much self taught himself everything he was working on, from what he told me) but had also ranted about how "childish" I was and talked more shit about me behind my back even though I hadn't engaged with him for months at this point and was pretty much just trying to avoid him now. A had a real chip on his shoulder and continuously liked to play this game of Oppression Olympics for reasons I cannot discern.

The last thing I have to say about him is that he used to have a long, gross braid (it had to do with him thinking he was 12% Cherokee or fucking whatever) and I heard that after I moved out he chopped it off and literally hung it on his wall because he thought it was a Native American thing. Yeah. Nasty.

tl;dr guy with a chip on his shoulder blamed me for not being fucking psychic. This guy was so infamously lazy and pretentious that my entire BFA cohort STILL brings up what an ass he was to this day.

Anonymous 04/18/15 (Sat) 01:26:55 f740ab No.2033

>>2032
>On his animation teams he did no work and then, during the BFA town meeting, argued with Jasno about how hard the animation classes are and about how he "tried his best" in them and still failed (even though by his own team's admission he barely did any work).

Holy shit, I know who this is. I was his teammate in that class you're talking about (to be clear, "barely did any work" is giving him a very generous share of credit). I was also dumb/gullible/forgiving enough to actually be his buddy for a semester, until I learned what a cunt he was. I can say, from my experiences with him, that he is even more lazy and mean than most people understand, honestly.

Anonymous 04/18/15 (Sat) 01:34:47 7a7532 No.2036

>>2033
Yeah, as far as first-time roommates go after reading the other replies in this thread I feel lucky by comparison, but lazy and mean sums it up pretty well. Every time I think I've heard the last story about him someone brings up something else I'd never heard about before. Like apparently once we both fell asleep in art history class and the teacher called him out, then he snitched on me, which…while that's not like a huge big deal or anything, is sort of indicative of the kind of jerk he is.

He really seemed to like the 'idea' of being an artist more than being an actual artist. I actually forgot to mention this but he would always wear a beret and a duster coat and, on outings, carry around a huge poster tube he didn't use. I once I came home to see him taking a picture for his okcupid profile in the kitchen, wearing just an apron and pretending to cook/paint something at the same time.

But yeah anon, I barely heard anything about the animation team so please dump stories if you've got any.

Anonymous 04/18/15 (Sat) 10:11:24 f740ab No.2039

>>2036
>he would always wear a beret
DAMNIT. I was gonna tell that story. Also thanks for confirming that he fucking faked those OKCupid pictures he took. Those were so fucking stupid and fake, god damn.

I'm about to go to bed but I'll post one story for now. In that animation class, we'd have critiques of people's work, right? Like we'd put up our stuff on the board and run animations and stuff, and the class would say "Yeah this is clear and it makes sense" or "No I can't tell what's happening." Usually the class was pretty unanimous as to whether an animation was working or not, and then the student would write down notes and we'd continue. Not A. I think a good 9/10 animations, he would interrupt whoever was talking and say, in the most dismissive and derogatory way possible towards the student, "No, I don't get it. The drawings aren't clear and the story doesn't make sense." He must have been fucking retarded because he claimed to not understand every god damned animation, even with the entirety of the class telling him to shut up. The professor (who I won't name, but who is known for being a very friendly and rarely sarcastic person) finally said something like "Okay mister A, we get that you don't understand the animation." I wish I could remember exactly what the professor said.

It was kind of amazing, honestly. He'd sit up front and just give the worst goddamn feedback. We had people (and the professor) actively correcting and disagreeing with the feedback he was giving because it was usually straight up shit. I think he was one of those people who thought they already knew everything, so they actively refused to take in new information or something. Like his brain just refused to learn or adapt, or consider the possibility that he could have been wrong or mistaken ever.

Anonymous 04/18/15 (Sat) 10:18:19 60e6c4 No.2040

>>2039
Haha, I know exactly which teacher you're talking about and yeah, that sounds exactly like something he'd do. And then on the flipside I bet he argued with the teacher (in every class I had with him he got defense at the barest hint of criticism).
I dropped him from my FB friendlist but people have told me he posts the same shitty Zbrush sculpts of alien spaceships and shitty paintings from the new fine arts college he's going to.

Anonymous 04/18/15 (Sat) 10:23:05 60e6c4 No.2041

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>>2040
Hope these are ok to post.
Prime A right here.

Anonymous 04/19/15 (Sun) 05:33:50 2cb392 No.2061

>>2041
It is 2015 and we are now crowdfunding skulls.

Anonymous 04/19/15 (Sun) 09:33:05 60e6c4 No.2066

>>2061
Yeah, seriously.
The Aristotle quote really makes it. He's like the caricature of a reddit Libertarian in the flesh. Also that mishmash on the left is supposed to be his "artwork" I guess.

Anonymous 04/19/15 (Sun) 10:47:32 648aa0 No.2067

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Oh my goodness.

Hehe, OK Cupid Profile? Really?
I didn't even know why some men at our school do the things they do.
Or some of the females for that matter.

HEY I WAS PROMISED SOME CRAZY DATING/EX/WHATEVER STORIES.

WHERE ARE MY CRAZY STORIES.

I can dole out a lions share of men acting funny, but it's rare that I hear tales of ladies freaking out. I do enjoy them. Though I will take anything anyone has to offer.

Anonymous 04/19/15 (Sun) 11:50:08 fd424c No.2068

Oh hoooh my… I get annoyed with my room mates for being lax on their shit from time to time. I think I'm going to stop complaining; yeah.

Anonymous 04/19/15 (Sun) 15:29:40 4a27e9 No.2069

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Alright, I will post that small side story about 3 that I promised earlier. If you guys want I can also post a non-digipen roommate story later as well (its not as good as the other stories though).

So one sunday evening a year or two ago I was heading into school to get some work done. Wasn't really expecting to be there that long, just gonna take advantage of some school software I didn't have before the building closed up at eight. I walk into the building and 3 is right there, messing around with his stuff. Now, at this point I was a little familiar with 3 and had talked to them before on a few occasions. Previous to this I don't think I had much of particular opinion of him either way but that was about to change. As I walk by to head for the stairs he utters a greeting to which I reply with "hey whats up." Big mistake. He starts talking to me about a bunch of stuff I mostly can't remember. Very general conversation stuff, probably about the weather, what they were working on, their classes etc. I'm not in a big rush and I'm somewhat social so I don't mind talking to them for a little while, expecting it to wrap up in less than 10 minutes. Nope. Around 15 minutes later he's still talking and I'm trying to wiggle out of the conversation. Keep in mind I was overly polite and didn't have much experience with excessive talkers back then so I stuck around far longer than I should have. Several times I make an excuse to leave or he says something like "well I should let you go" to which I expressly agreed only for him to immediately launch straight into talking about despicable me 2, and at this point he was just talking at me, I couldn't even get a word in. After warning him a few times that I needed to get going I just ended up turning around and walking away while he continued to talk at me about cartoons. Then the stairwell door slammed shut and I couldn't hear if he was still going on.

After what turned out to be a 35+ minute ramble session I avoided 3 in fear of being drawn into another long "chat" (aka me just listening to him talk about whatever popped into his head). I also eventually learned to just breaking off long conversations as 3 wasn't the only person at digipen who did this. I can't remember specifics but 3 eventually got in trouble for constantly seeking out this other student and either just constantly talking to them or possibly hitting on them.

Anonymous 04/19/15 (Sun) 19:35:46 470b97 No.2070

I really want to tell my crazy and abusive ex-boyfriend story but he probably reads this board. If he caught wind that I posted something about him, he wouldn't hesitate to come find me and beat me up.

But I have so many text screenshots saved up. They're all fantastic. I'd love to share but I fear for my safety.

Anonymous 04/19/15 (Sun) 22:04:42 f740ab No.2074

>>2070

This is a bit off topic but you should probably get pepper spray or a taser gun if you're that worried about an insane ex finding you and beating you up.

Anonymous 04/20/15 (Mon) 02:56:19 2cb392 No.2078

>>2070

If your ex uses this board hopefully he's smart enough to know nobody can guess who he is since we're all anonymous and if people can it's because he fucked up somewhere.

If you fear for your safety there are probably bigger issues that need to be taken care of.

Regardless, you posted you have a story and now I'm interested so..

Anonymous 04/20/15 (Mon) 07:24:00 b829c5 No.2079

I'll throw down an -old- room mate story.

Not from Digipen, but I think it might rank in there.

So my first bout through college, I lived in an apartment with 6 guys. As this isn't about any digipen students, I'll go ahead and use names.

Fuck.

Derick.

This god damn kid. Didn't know him before moving in, but he was a friend of a friend, so I went into it assuming he'd be fine. He ended up getting the room across the hall from mine.

He:

>would listen to some sort of electronic metal music at all hours of the night. Turns out when you're on a combination of hydro and dxm you can apparently "see the music".

>Would disappear for days at a time. Eventually he'd turn up. Usually skulking back in the middle of the night so people would wake up to all-of-the-sudden-derick, covered in cuts and scratches, in his briefs, drifting to the bathroom.

>He would get "lost in whiskey swamp" as he called it. Aka, trash out of his mind, yell racial slurs at girls that would visit our apartment, and at one point had to be pinned town while brandishing a knife.

>Most directly irritating to me, he'd steal my damn lab equipment. I was taking an organic chem class that year. All of the guys had stopped by the lab at one point or another early in the year to grab keys or hang out or whatever. After he knew which station was mine, he more than once must have snatched my keys and gone in to take the micro distillery equipment. Because he apparently though 20 micro grams of caffeine were gonna do fuck all? I was lucky that shit in that class was easily replaceable.

>Last but not least, the last day I ever saw this asshole. He's done with his "finals" (art history was not a difficult major there…) and I'm off to a micro final or something. While I'm gone, he clears out -all- of the nice ceramic plates I'd brought from home (this was freshmen or sophmore year or something. Just shit from my parents), and leaves he's crappy plastic plates behind. Moved out. 10/10 vanished with all of my kitchenware.

Fuck Derick. Never saw him again after that year, but good riddance.