Tick Tock!

I went to BYU and they have a strict "no co-eds in your apartment after midnight" policy. My roommates were pretty normal about it but if I was at my boyfriend's apartment after midnight, his roommate would come into the living room and imitate a clock striking midnight by clapping his hands over his head and saying "Tick Tock! It's Midnight! Time to go!" He stood there like that until I left. 

She Doesn't Even Go Here!

    

 I live with one of my best friends and a random girl we don’t know in a house. We thought this girl seemed really cool. She’s several years older than us, but a huge baby. She is the epitome of a bad roommate. One evening after a night on the town, me and my best friend returned home to sleep. As I enter my room, I hear my friend yell from her room. There was a drunken, naked stranger sleeping (and DROOLING WHAT APPEARED TO BE VOMIT) in her bed. Apparently, our roommate had a guest from out of town visit and told her we wouldn't be coming home and that it was okay to sleep in our beds. We tried to wake the girl and tell her to move nicely, but she was plastered and started to curse and yell at us. Our roommate then yelled at us to “quiet down” because she was trying to sleep.

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Get your Tan on

One of my very conservative roommates and I had a class at the same time, and had to walk all the way across campus to get there from our dorms. Since it was summer, I'd roll my sleeves up to get some sun on my shoulders and keep from getting a farmer's tan. One day she asked me why I did that everyday, and I told her. She replied, "I think farmer's tans are sexy...they show you're modest."

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Avoiding the Mess

     I had a disastrously messy and annoying roommate. I tried my hardest to avoid him and his mess at all costs. So when he told me that he would be away for "Hell Week," with his fraternity, I looked forward to the vacation. The moment he walked out the door, I immediately started kicking and shoving his stuff from around the room to under and on top of his bed. I could finally move around my dorm without fear of catching a bacterial infection! In the middle of my cleaning frenzy, he rushed back in to quickly grab something he forgot. I froze. I was caught. He didn't say a word to me, just grabbed what he needed and left. I hope that he would get that his mess pissed me off and he would be a little tidier after that, but he wasn't. 

Keep the Planet Clean (and me out of trouble)

My dorm roommate littered our room and bathroom with his sweaty exercise clothes, which is one thing. But  he left them lying around for weeks and I am not kidding you - weeks! They quite literally began to rot. The smell was sour, putrid. All around me his trash, dirty dishes, and packs of condoms were piled high. I kept quiet until he stashed bottle of whiskey on a shelf. If alcohol was caught in our dorm we'd both be kicked out and I didn't want my good name going down in this mess. After asking him to get rid of it for my sake, he instead hid the bottle under some clothes in his closet. Problem = not solved. 

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