>>2907
>I didn't come here straight out of high school
Biggest fucking protip that everyone should know before enrolling. Imagine how much better the school would be if you had to be at least 21 to attend or something, holy shit.
THAT SAID…
I started DigiPen at 22, my first roommate in DigiPen housing was also 22, and a total sack of shit regardless.
He would play Assassin's Creed IV while drinking rum and wearing sunglasses (??????) at midnight.
One time he was drunk and kept playing with a knife to the point where another roommate had to seriously tell him to stop because it was freaking him out.
He spent all of his money on Kraken rum and, from what I could tell, subsisted solely on that and instant mashed potatoes.
Every night, he would get super drunk, lie on his back in bed at night with his laptop on his fat belly, and just browse the internet for hours at a time… or so I thought at first! I always slept with my back to him because the dim light of the laptop would keep me up, a little bit. I often have trouble falling asleep immediately upon lying down in bed, and I learned pretty early on that this fucking assclown would wait about five minutes after I got in bed, assume I was asleep, and begin blatantly masturbating. I'm assuming this happened about every single night, because I caught him so many damn times.
I began my second semester by waking up for the first day of our shared early class (while he slept in) by stepping into the shower, only to find it covered in pubes, because apparently he decided to shave his dick the previous night, and, presumably due to how drunk he was (or maybe just because he was such a horrible person), he left his goddamn pubes there, in the shower.
But that's not even the worst of it.
Before first semester started, our other two roommates were staying with their parents at a hotel. Nightmare Douchebag Roommate got drunk watching anime by himself and passed out on the couch, snoring loudly. I was on my PC in the "dining room" and just sat there, in awe of how shitty someone could be…
…then he started vomiting in his sleep. He stumbled off the couch, barfing everywhere, and ended up on the floor in a puddle of his own puke. At this point, I was freaking out, thinking to myself, "holy fucking shit, I've seen fucking Breaking Bad, I know how this shit goes, he's going to fucking die right here, choking on his own vomit, and fucking… goddammit, now I have to deal with this."
I had to roll his fat fucking ass over so he was lying on his belly and not killing himself by inhaling his fucking puke. I have minimal training with like, saving lives, and really I should've just called 911 at this point, but after he got the rest of his rum-puke out of his system, he just fell asleep there, on the fucking carpet, snoring like a big fat dumbass.
I took a washcloth and wiped the puke from around his face and cleaned it up in the immediate vicinity around his face and head, and left it there for him to deal with the next day.
(Thinking back on this, how was I so fucking stupid? He could have died, and even though it would've been his own damn fault, I probably should've called 911 or something, ANYTHING. Just imagining waking up the next morning to find his stupid fat body, dead on the apartment floor, covered in puke, before the semester even began… that would have fucked me up, there would've been legal proceedings… Jesus Christ, I'm so lucky it didn't turn out any worse than it did.)
He didn't remember a damn thing the next day, and assumed that his drunk ass must've got the washcloth. When he asked me about what had happened, I kind of glossed over it because I thought, since I didn't know him yet very well, this SURELY must have been a weird outlier and not a grim sign of things to come.
I was super wrong!
Thankfully he was terrified of programming, despite being a BSGD, and dropped the fuck out shortly after second semester began.
I haven't always been the best roommate, but compared to that stupid gross fat fuck, I think I've been pretty alright.