Really, the only positive side to living with roommates is the stories I get from it, because some of these people are just plain weird….so let’s run down a quick list:
1. Julie: aka “the bitch.” We hit it off at first, then she transferred to another college, became an alcoholic, and her true bitchiness came out. I’d known she liked to make drama with her other friends, but feeling it firsthand was not so much fun. Last I hear, she had failed two classes critical to her major….yet still had enough time to party every weekend….
2. Rainey: I just liked her “American” name lol. She was Asian and never there, so I don’t have much to say, though the fact that she was never there made it really, really annoying on the few nights she was.
3. Frances: My first roommate in NYC. She’s a model, you can check out her work here. We got along well after I got past my initial transition shock (I had not expected to be in NYC until mid-August, yet here I was at the beginning with only a few day’s notice….), and bonded over our mutual troubles. We both had only a few weeks to find new places and we both needed jobs. It’s amazing how emotional distress can bring two girls together lol. I have two fav memories of Frances: when she was strutting up and down the creaky hallway in a bathing suit and heels to prepare for a shoot, and when she dragged me up to Harlem at 10:30 at night to look at a bed she wanted to buy lol
4. Sunshine: Yet another Asian roommate I only mention because I liked her name 😉
5. Kitchen Sponge Girl: I honestly forget what this girl’s name was, but I def remember her annoying habits. As the name I gave her suggests, she was obsessed with the kitchen sponges. She walked in on me cleaning up a drop of milk I had spilled on the floor with the corner of a sponges, and immediately pointed out that “the green one’s for the dishes, the yellow one’s for the counters and floors.” I rolled my eyes in my head and basically ignored her. I mean, it’s not like I was mopping the floor with the sponge, and the stuff on the dishes isn’t really any cleaner than the stuff on the counter and floor….. oh, and she sent an email about this about a week later. Another thing I remember is when I was in the shower and heard a knock on the door. I was annoyed, because I had literally just gotten in there, and I couldn’t hear what she was saying through the door, so I had to get out. I thought maybe she was sick or something (which would have been fine) but no. She was standing there with her shower stuff and was like “umm…are you going to be done soon?” Me:”I just got in here.” Her: “Well, I’ve been waiting a while, are you going to be done soon? I need a shower.” Me: “I don’t know, I’ll be done in a little bit.” Then I shut the door and went back to it. I actually took longer than I needed because I was annoyed, then went back to my room and saw that I had literally rolled out of bed 15 minutes before, she she couldn’t have been “waiting for a while” since she knocked within the first minute or two of my shower….. I wasn’t sad when she moved…..
Hande: A Turkish chick I don’t really talk to, but whose annoying voice I have to listen to through our shared bedroom wall. Idk if she’s whining all the time or if that’s just what Turkish sounds like, but it’s, well, annoying.
Stephanie She’s not too bad, except that she and her bf like to monopolize the living room by always staying down at her desk rather than going to her room. She seems like the whipped one in the relationship, but to each her own.
Jessica: The one who inspired this post. She’s….yeah. For one thing, she’s an alcoholic. She and her bf used to have parties all the time with a couple friends, and in the morning there would be two full trash bags of empty beer cans and liquor bottles. What makes this even more sad is that she’s mid-late 20s and should be over this phase. Actually, what prompted me to write this was that when I came downstairs at 7:30 am Friday morning, she and her bf were down there drinking whiskey. Maybe they’d never gone to sleep from the night before, but still….. Oh, and then tonight she’s hanging around the house in tight jeans, five inch heels, and a clubbing-type shirt. But her bf’s not here and she still is….I guess she could be going out later, but why be all dressed up now? Like I said, weird…..
PS: You know what else is weird? Literally 10 minutes after I posted the Mitford Sister’s post, there was a comment from a random person telling me that Nancy was actually more well-known for another novel, not her memoir. Um, that’s your opinion, and so what? Does that really change anything? Weird…..oh well 🙂