Ugh.. This reminds me of my first college room-mate.. I lived on residence.. The door had "Welcome Bryan (me) and Muhammid"... 3 weeks goes by, no room-mate.. So, naturally I took all of "his" furniture and made it accomadate me (the desk, chairs, table, tv, etc).. So I was out doing laundry on a Sunday (had a huuuge party, 80+ people, in my room the night before), and when I got back, there was this guy moving his stuff in. I figured "hey cool, I got a room-mate." The guy's dad was ****** about having a huuuuuuuge load of beer cans (weren't allowed to have [single-serve-glass bottles]), which totalled out to about $200 in empties.. Anyways, he didn't like that, or the fact there WERE some beer bottles in the room.. AND that everythign was moved around. I had calmly and civily basically said "since he's here now, I'll move all the stuff back to its appropriate spots" .. Which I did..
The guy that moved in was not the Muhammid guy, but still an East-Indian guy named Garren... He seemed like an alright guy.. My entire stay there of 4 months, he did nothing but go to class, come home and watch retarded shows like Gilmore Girls, Smallville, Sabrina the Teenage Witch and the like... I hate TV in the first place... He would always crank it up abnormally loud till 3.. 4AM.. I mean, having the TV on that late doesn't bug me.. But having it loud when I have my Cisco-Data Communications/Networking class at 8am the next morning... F that idea...
Anyways.. Apart from the TV issue.. Since he was East-Indian (nothing against them), he also brought a lot of curry with him.. Now don't getm e wrong, I love curry and spicy food.. But I'm sure most of you know that when it's being cooked.. It flippin' STINKS!.. he left one weekend.. My clothes smelled so terrible, I had to throw some out. No matter how much I washed my clothes, I couldn't get the smell out.
And to top it all off.. The dude would not talk to me hardly at all.. It was a very "uncomfortable" situation I guess you could say. I'd ask him if he'd want to hang out with me and my friends, or if we were going to the bar or whatever, he'd just say no and watch his Gilmore Girls (i f#$%ing HATE this show).. He had some of his friends come down for the weekend one time, and one of his friends was VERY Polish.. And once he got the majority of a 40oz of Vodka into him.. He wasn't so pleasant.. I was ready to seriously lay it to this guy.
in "appoligies" if you even want to call it that, my room-mate gave me the OTHER, un-opened 40oz of Vodka that they didn't drink.. Thanks, but I don't drink vodka, it makes me angry and hurt people (similar to a lot of people when they drink rye/whiskey). Plus, I hate the taste of it, so I don't drink it anyways..
So once the first semester was finished, I bailed out of school in December. (Who honestly wants to take advanced computer-systems technology anyways, when video game design screams your name on it?).
I even tried talking to my school about getting a room-mate change with a friend of mine down the hall who was in a similar 'sitch as me, but they said no, YET, a lot of the other peopel I knew were moving around rooms no problem.. Another thing that ticked me off..
Anyways, I'm almost enrolled into a semi-private (I guess?) school in Toronto for video game design/developement!