I think this is a relevant pearoast, too.
Having described my first experiences of house-sharing at uni in the post below, as well as in a previous QOTW, I had one year of lovely, relaxed, sane housemates the following year, then insane, OCD Bavarian Estella for a neighbour in Switzerland, then Xenia, the best and maddest roommate ever in Pervland (by the time she moved back to Greece she could quote Eddie Izzard verbatim and had a voracious appetite for South Park episodes, having never seen it), then I came back to Canterbury for one last year, and ended up living four doors away from the house I'd lived in with the five freaks in my first year.

While the boys mostly kept themselves to themselves, the girls were another matter. To start with, there was Stupid Neapolitan Bint who I have mentioned before. A shit-stirring, alcoholic, cat-obsessed, backstabbing tart whose favourite pastimes were getting drunk at 1 in the afternoon, going to Ann Summers to buy vibrators and insisting we all saw them, screeching her way in from the Works (anyone who has lived in a student town, or especially Canterbury, knows the kind of people that go to Pop Ya Cherry night, and why anyone with half a brain would hate living with one of them, let alone four) where she had done the fake lesbian thing with her mates all night, at 3am, banging on all the doors in the house and yelling "PENIS!" outside each of them. She annoyed me the most by bitching about me on Facebook and a couple of other student sites (usually for some imagined slight, like she accused me of breaking her phone when she'd dropped it in a glass of rum and coke (WHEN I WAS DRUNK LOL!!) and it had lost all her numbers. It was not, in fact, the clean water that I'd used to clean the circuits, that had buggered it, but the alcohol). In spite of this, she still used to expect me to let her see my French seminar work and wake her up to go to translation class on a Thursday.

However the thing that made me seriously consider moving out (and start tearing off those little "housemate wanted" slips that materialise in student towns when people realise they're missing a housemate or that they're living with mental cases), was the way her and the other two girls ganged up on me, pretty much constantly. Mr Maladicta and I met properly in freshers' week, and started dating pretty much immediately. So far so good, thinks I; he spends a couple of nights at mine, and from then on we pretty much live at his, with me going home to get clean clothes and study and swap books around, and sleeping at his 99% of the time. Girl Housemates did not like this; sure, I'd have a cup of tea with them and catch up with them, but they didn't like me having friends outside the house, or going out with Mr Maladicta when I could be having a "house night out". Bearing in mind that our tastes in music were poles apart (they favoured R&B, house, rap and happy hardcore, whereas I'll listen to anything but and used to have to blare Judas Priest at full volume to drown out Fiddy when I was home), I wasn't really up to getting blind drunk (they believed this was the only way to truly enjoy a night out; get absolutely paralytic at home and then stagger to the club to get more drunk) and spending the night fending off the pervy old men in Baa Bars. So, I used to politely decline, saying I wasn't feeling up to it, or had work to do, or it wasn't my thing, and they never really took no for an answer, and would pester me every ten minutes right up until they left.

*knock knock*
Me: What?
SNB/whoever: We're going to the Works in an hour, are you coming?
Me: Nope. Got 1000 words to write in Italian about renewable energy by 10am tomorrow.
SNB: Boooooooooo! Boring! Come to the Works with us!! You've got just enough time to get ready!!
Me: No, I can't - this counts for 30% of my final grade, and if you think I'm pissing that up the wall to spend a few hours in a fleapit, you can fuck right off.
SNB: Still think you're boring.

(repeat ad nauseam until ten minutes before the taxi arrived)

The three girls had this insane idea in their heads that we should be The Single House (read: The House Of Stupid Whores), and as I was so insanely selfish as to enjoy spending time with Mr Maladicta and to want to carry on spending time with him, I was killing their buzz, or something, and they would regularly sit me down and tell me to dump him for some imagined slight "He took ten seconds too long to answer your text today, you should finish with him!", "He doesn't like us, you should dump him..." and if they had planned a "house dinner" or other house event (anything from another club night to poker), without giving me a lot of notice and then getting stroppy when I already had plans:

Witch #2: MALADICTA! What are you doing Sunday?
Me: Well... it's Mr Maladicta's nan's birthday, so we're going over to Whitstable to see her.
Witch 3#: Oh COME ON! We're all going, don't be so boring!
Me: This has been planned for ages, I've already said I'm going, I've promised him I'll be there, so I'm not backing out. Sorry.

After a few times like this, they took to having a dig every time they organised something "and of course you're invited Maladicta, if you have space in your diary, that is." Of course, I inevitably wouldn't, and spent less and less time there over the course of the months that followed just to get away from the grief I would get for having friends outside the house. I do think if they hadn't forced it so much and let me come and go as I pleased, they would have been OK to live with.

This meant, though, that they concentrated all their grief into the brief time windows when I was home. I'd come home from Mr Maladicta's, lock my door behind me, and would only have to so much as turn on my (quiet) laptop and cough and the first thing I'd find when I logged into Facebook was a message from Witch #3 saying this and never anything more:

"Are you actually home? ;)"

Perhaps I'm just a total misanthrope, but this used to rub me up the wrong way something terrible: she wanted to know if I was around, but wasn't arsed enough to leave her PC and knock, and find out instantaneously if I was home. As it was, with my earphones in, travel kettle boiling for tea, and studying in my own silence, I managed to block it all out and that just about kept me sane. Mr Maladicta didn't believe me at first, till he realised it was very much an ongoing problem and that they really were doing my head in. This meant he spent even less time than before at my place (he also didn't like my bed, which was too short and too narrow for him, plus sponge mattresses are never nice) and wound them up even more "Why does [Mr Maladicta] never come and visit you here? Why do you always go to his?" I literally used to have to sneak ninja-like (silently, making sure no one was about at all) out of the house if I was going anywhere with friends... and even then if someone had seen me go I'd get a text (usually from Witch #3, who was probably the chief pain in the arse) saying "You rushed off today. Where were you going? When will you be back?". Gah.

EDIT: The other thing they did that convinced me they were insane was try to persuade me to finish with Mr Maladicta and go out with Creepy Dave instead, saying he was "better for you".

It got to the stage that, if they did have plans to do something and I'd feigned ignorance, I would switch off my phone, hide offline on MSN and take the laptop under the duvet just to get some peace and quiet to actually study as everything I said or did in their eyes was wrong and not how I should be acting in my final year at all (excuse me for wanting to do well and have a healthy relationship, which tends to mean spending time with the one you love). They all finished their finals before me, and spent the weeks that followed while I was trying to cram the names of Italian Camorra bosses into my head, running back and forth under my window and screeching that they were going to "get" each other with water pistols and winding me up even more.

At first, I didn't think I knew enough about them to dislike them, but the constant nagging me to finish with someone I was happy with for their own selfish ideal really makes me angry. I defriended them all on Facebook about a month ago - not long after the split - because I knew they'd be the first to comment on it and I was right; SNB jumped all over it the minute she realised. Apparently unfriending them wasn't enough, though, since Witch #3 sent me a message a couple of days ago asking "how I was ;)". Needless to say, all five of them are blocked now.
( Maladicta, Sun 17 May 2009, 16:57, 10 replies)

I am sorry
and I am sure it is not correct but, this post makes you sound like an up tight, fun stealing, anti-social, miserable cow.
(bad_advice QOTW survivor from the first trollocost!, Mon 18 May 2009, 8:29, closed)

Depends how she went about it
I mean it sounds like she wanted to actually do some work and get good grades- there's nothing in the story about her going out then deciding she wanted a quiet night in 10 minutes after they'd arrived.

There's a difference between being perpetually drunk and being happy (just learning that one myself!)

Edit: Also, water pistol fights can be saboutaged by hiding water-soluble paint or other dyes in the ammo canister. Or bleach if you really don't like them / their hair colour / them having the power of sight. And don't mind being locked up for a while.
( uberdeity Wondered why Owen Lars knew of the term "hell" on, Mon 18 May 2009, 11:10, closed)

This is exactly how it was.
I know it may read like me being a total misanthrope, but when they pestered you every night you were home to get drunk with them and the year before I'd fucked up and badly needed to get my grades back to the right level. They knew this, and they kept on at me, and called me boring to my face and behind my back because I wanted to work and spend time with other people. I genuinely did need to work, but I will admit I would rather have eaten my own head than gone out with them, since the one time I did they got me wasted and then laughed when I threw up "soooo funny you drunkard!!!" and then brought it up every time they suggested going out for the rest of the year. Anyone whose sense of humour consists entirely of "stupid things people do when they're drunk AND THEY THROW UP LOL!" is a fucking retard.

Epilogue: Bar Witch #3, who is some kind of genius, they all got 2.2s and Thirds.
( Maladicta, Mon 18 May 2009, 18:56, closed)

To me it
Makes the rest of them sound like the worst kind of irritating imbeciles you see getting fingered behind a club at 4am. It’s those kinds of people that make me glad I was too lazy to finish uni, because unis are full of them, and they’re nearly as bad as the uneducated, chavvy versions.

I’m with Maladicta; there’s enjoying life, having a fun time at uni, and there’s the relentless, retchworthy bollocks that people do, night after night, in the name of ‘fun’. It’s not for the same reasons as Maladicta, but I have an unreserved hatred for people like this, and would happily cull the lot of them.
( Rookie You'll have to speak up, I'm wearing a towel, Mon 18 May 2009, 15:34, closed)

^ This.
If they hadn't acted like I was some kind of freak when I told them I wasn't coming to the Works with them every single time and when I said I'd quit drinking didn't look at me like I'd grown a second head, they'd have been bearable. It didn't stop them trying to ply me with alcohol constantly and try and talk me into coming out with them every night of the week. Even if I said "I hate clubs, OK? Let it go," they'd still keep on at me and call me boring.
( Maladicta, Wed 20 May 2009, 0:36, closed)

Have click
Just for your hatred of The Works. What a hole that place is.
( Anthropos Was making beer on, Mon 18 May 2009, 11:59, closed)

^ This.
It needs nuking.
( Maladicta, Mon 18 May 2009, 18:57, closed)

Every trace of it needs to be removed from this earth.
Sadly going to school in Canterbury than going to Uni at UKC a few years later means I have been there a few times.
( Anthropos Was making beer on, Mon 18 May 2009, 21:27, closed)

hmm
I can see how relentless pestering is annoying, but it was hardly bullying. Sounds like they just wanted to be friends to me.
(jennymnemonic, Tue 19 May 2009, 16:56, closed)

That's what I thought at first
but the way they reacted to me having other friends was what annoyed me: I was only allowed to socialise with them and their friends, who were all exactly like them. That, and them wanting me to finish with my boyfriend so we could all be single together, and not for any real reason.
( Maladicta, Tue 19 May 2009, 18:42, closed)