On moving out with Roommates...

I am currently a sophomore and my current roommate and I get along alright. I'm in an apartment so we have our own rooms and bathrooms, thankfully. However, I try to be healthy and workout everyday, she does not. I have early classes and do not drink or party, she does. During the school week I don't have people over late, she does. And lastly, I always get left with the dirty dishes and taking out the trash, even if I didn't use them. Besides these, she's really nice.

My roommate freshman year was nice, but she would always stay out late or come in in the middle of the night drunk, turn on all the lights and be extremely loud...while I had 8 AM classes.

This weekend, my roommate is gone, and I am definitely enjoying being alone with my cat. However, I'm nervous about next week because I have four tests, a paper and a presentation, all within four days, and I have a feeling I will not be able to concentrate with what she normally does...

I am sadly NOT out of the "roommate years." During undergrad I lived with the same person (plus a couple others) all 4 years, we were best friends, and for the most part everything was perfect.

Now that I'm doing my grad year, I have a different roommate who essentially ignores me unless I do something around the apartment she doesn't like. She frequently complains that I make too much noise in the kitchen (even though I make a HUGE effort to close cabinets slowly, etc...), that I wake her up when I leave for my early morning runs, and tonight she yelled at me for running the dishwasher when "there was still room for a couple of plates." Also, she's constantly having visitors over and they usually end up sleeping on my couch that my grandmother gave me.

I am already sooo ready for this year to be over (but I have to stick it out til May '12! Gah!)

My room mate and I got drunk a lot and then got into fist fights with each other. Needless to say, after the six month lease we both split.

Unfortunately, after being divorced, I've returned to roommate years. I thought that buying a house and having roommates to help pay the mortgage would be a good idea, since I couldn't really afford it on my own. It's worse as an adult than it ever was in college.

I've had a roommate who was plastered for a month straight, only getting out of bed to go to the liquor store and Wendy's. He always passed out before he even got half way through his meal. He stole money from me and my other roommate to support his addiction. When I made him move out, I discovered that he had pissed the bed on numerous occasions. :ohwell:

I've watched 40 year old working men spend almost ALL of their waking hours (other than their jobs) playing video games. It ruled their lives. It got to the point that it literally made me feel ill when I would come home from work and walk into the living room to the same scene day after day. Get a life! :yawn:

I found a used condom on the coffee table one morning. Yum. :noway:

Had a roommate with 10' and 12' Burmese Pythons. Creepy, but I now understand Mowgli's trance in the Jungle Book. I was mesmerized by that thing looking at me. I kind of got used to the snakes until one of them died... and the guy didn't remove it from the enclosure. It stunk to high heaven. :sick:

I've had money, guitars, tons of DVDs, a mountain bike, and I don't even know what else stolen by people who split without notice. :grumble:

And worst of all, this week I had to clean out the room of a roommate who killed himself last weekend.

I'm thinking that living under a bridge doesn't sound too bad. :drinker:

These weren't my roommates, thank god, but they WERE my renters. I'm not sure what's worse, actually.

I get a call from the neighbor of our rental house. "Hey - you know how you asked me to watch your house? Well, I thought you should know that there are police officers with guns drawn walking around on the property and peeking in the windows."

Awesome.

Come to find out they were looking for a guy who attacked another guy with an ax and nearly killed him. They heard that this guy was staying at my rental house - he wasn't one of my renters but, as I found out later, our renters were VERY generous with who they let stay at the house. As the police were staking out the place, they looked in the window and saw drugs and paraphernalia all over, so they got a warrant and went in. I had arrived at that point and they let me go in with them. I have never in my life seen such a disgusting living environment. Not to mention, they found a pretty sophisticated pot growing operation in the entire back of the house.

The only person I have lived with that wasn't a boyfriend WAS my best friend and now due to living together we are no longer friends and its been about 10 years ago, I have never lived with another friend or roommate since. Started fine but slowly she began stealing my mail, nothing big just magazines but all she had to do was ask and I always let her look and read them as well. One day she took a Cosmo from the mail and when I questioned her she scrabbled to get it out of a stack of HER stuff and as I looked at it I realized there were pages torn out!! Then I started realizing things were moved in my room (yes I am one of those who can see the smallest change in their room). Another time looking for a necklace couldn't find it, so when she wasn't home I walked into her room and opened her jewelry box and surprise there it was! But the straw came when I ordered something in the mail and was awaiting it on backorder. I told her to keep an eye out for it (it was a holiday so I was visiting my family) when I got back I asked if it came she said no. After emailing the company and getting another sent, I was throwing something in the trash and low and behold there was packaging thrown away, so I picked it out of the trash and conveniently only the name but not the address and sender was CUT out of the envelope. I went straight to her room and opened her drawers and fold my item with a hole in it and already faded from all the wash and wear she had done!!!! I was more than angry. Plus during all this time at some point she tried to sleep with my bf (now an ex). Needless to say I moved out without notice and we have not spoken since.

Freshman year at IU - two roommates. One was a ho and one was nuts. Never quite knew who or what I was walking into. Crazy one would cry all the effing time. Just cry, drama, cry, drama.... kill me.
Summer - moved in with the boyfriend. He turned out to be the biggest control freak of all time. Wanted his clothes color coordinated with his hangers and in some stupid order I could never remember. And he used to flush my birth control pills down the toilet. He was a giant homophobe and a lot of my friends were gay. He would climb out windows to get away from them when one would come by. Why on earth I put up with this stuff I have NO idea.
Next up was Amy and she was actually great. Infact, I was probably the bad roommate in this situation. She was super responsible and tidy and well.... I wasnt. haha
Que another control freak boyfriend (which I eventually married)
now I have these 3 adorable little roomies. Theyre loud, messy and they never pay rent. But I love em so much

my roommate would steal my things....she stole my curling iron once and swore up and down it was hers....I thought it was awful funny that she started locking her stuff up after that....I lost a $50 JC Penney gift card not long after she started locking her stuff as well. I HATE roommates! I loved living on my own after that. I've had nothing but bad experiences with them roommates!:grumble:

My college roomate my junior year was nuts! The only thing I can say I liked about her was her boyfriend. He was a hunk, and I believe that there must be something wrong with him to have ended up with her. They would constantly fight about ridiculous things, that she would most of the time come up with. She was just a disgusting slob of a mess. One time while sleeping, I awoke at 5am to him crying and her yelling. All I could say was shut the **** up, and I went back to sleep.

Whoa...he was crying?? She must have been one hot mess!