Urgh
When at Uni, I had a proper schizo as a housemate - mad as a large box of frogs.

Let's call her, er, Hilly. Ahem.

Anyhoo.

When I moved in to this house in Sheffield, it was a nice, big house - 6 people were to live here. Most of whom I knew through my best mate Steve. Hilly, however, I'd not met.

I was on placement and would be home at random points in the day - she worked at Alton Towers and would call the house for a chat and inevitably get me. We got on really well on the phone which was great - as she was due to move in, I figured we'd get on like a house on fire.

Fire it was.

She moved in and initially, all was well. But it turned out she had a hair trigger temper. She'd go off on one quickly, but settle down quickly too - however, the settling down started to take longer and longer...

Inevitably we fell out over something (probably the washing up - or her moron boyfriend) and we'd argue.

Well, argue would understate it, more like raise the kind of hell the Gods on Olympus would be proud of - we'd shout and scream in each other's face and God only knows how we never came to blows.

Unfortunately, we began to really, really dislike each other to the point where we'd barely acknowledge each others presence.

Needless to say, this took its toll on the housemates. Steve was my best friend and Hilly's friend - Steve was good friends with the other house mates - Micheal (who was the one person who moved in even though he knew noone) sided with me and, unfortunately, we baited Hilly sometimes (usually drink fuelled).

Over time, the house split down 2 lines with Steve in the middle, me and Michael - and Hilly and the other 2. Relations were strained and arguments would break out over nothing resulting in much shouting.

My room was above Hilly's and, sometimes, I'd play my music a tad loud. Sometimes with the powered subwoofer face down to give "added love" she'd repay me by banging on my door and arguments would ensue.

Under normal circumstances, this might have been classes as sexual tension, but she was attractive as a Rotherham born crocodillypig with a personality to match.

Her boyfriend was a c*nt of the highest order, but that's another story.

Steve's still friends with her and she married the boyfriend. She's not changed, from what I hear, and her baby... Well, I've seen more attractive swamp-donkeys.
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Thu 26 Feb 2009, 15:23, Reply)