How’s it going guys? I came across an article that talks about how to tell if you’re a bad roommate. Luckily, none of the things it talks about describe me. Wouldn’t that be funny if I was writing a blog all about bad roommates and it turned out that I was actually the bad roommate? Anyway, I’ve compiled a list of some of the things they discuss in the article:
• You’re a gamer. Not only do you hog the TV, but you yell commands through your headset. Give your roommate a chance to catch up on a TV show or just have some peace and quiet.
How’s it going, guys? Let’s talk about my current roommate for a little bit. We’ll call him George for privacy reasons. Yep, I live with a guy and he’s not my boyfriend. He’s a friend of a friend of a friend’s cousin, or something like that. He bought an old house and was looking for a roommate to help pay for some of the renovations he wanted to do to the house, I was looking for a place to live, and that’s how we ended up living together.
I hung out with him in a group setting several times before deciding to move in with him. I hadn’t lived with someone I didn’t know since my freshman year in college. (You can read about my freshman roommate here) I’ve been living in George’s house for about 6 months now. I don’t see him that often because I try to stay out of the house as much as possible.
How’s it going, everyone? Things have been a little hectic the past few days and I haven’t been able to get to my computer. I have been super busy at work and have been working long hours to get everything accomplished there. My cousin got married this past weekend and a lot of family members were in town that I got to catch up with. I came home Friday to find that half of the roof had a huge hole in it.
Apparently, my roommate decided to get up on the roof to “inspect” it and his foot went straight through. I’m glad he didn’t fall through and that he’s ok, but I’m pretty annoyed that he felt like he could just climb up there and automatically be an expert in roofs. Thankfully he had a roofer come out the next morning to assess the damage, and thankfully it didn’t rain over the weekend.
How’s it going, everyone? So in my last post I told you about my first experiences with my first roommate in college. I really thought that she was just getting used to living away from home and that maybe she just dealt with stress in a strange way. I did my best to try and include her in things that I did on campus because she didn’t seem to be making any friends (or at least I didn’t know of any) but she always turned down my invitations. She went to class I think, but would always come back to the room and play that game on her laptop. We barely spoke to each other, not because I didn’t try. I really did try to get to know her. She just kept to herself and kept her earphones in her ears listening to who knows what.
So a few weeks into school, a couple of my friends walked back to my dorm room with me after class. I just needed to change clothes and then we were going to go hiking at Oak Mountain, a state park about 30 minutes from school. I opened the door to the room, expecting Lindsey to be there at her desk, but she was nowhere to be found. I knew it wasn’t time for her to be in class, but I didn’t really think too much about it, except that I was glad she was out doing something instead of being holed up in the room. My friends sat down on my bed while I ran into the bathroom to change.
Let’s go back to the summer before my freshman year in college. I was working part time, trying to save up as much money as I could before I left for school. My mom kept nagging me to take care of things like pick out new bedding materials and make a list of all the different things I would need in my dorm room. Like I had any idea what I needed. I got a letter from the college with my dorm assignment, my new roommates name (I had chosen to go with the random roommate for my first year), and a bunch of other information I can’t remember. I immediately pulled up my social media accounts and began to search for “Lindsey McWilliams” (name changed for privacy reasons) to see if I could get any hints as to what type of person she was.
I figured everyone is pretty transparent on their personal social media pages, so I could at least see what her interests were and what types of things she posted about. I really don’t judge people, so don’t think I was conjuring up this whole image of her in my head while I was looking for her. It was just a simple peek at her life before I got to know her myself. Think about it, I was about to live with this girl for an entire year, so I was curious.