Doolittle Hall South Wing
I had a number of interesting neighbors in th e dorms during my year at uni. Among them:

Jeff: My own roommate, one of the biggest potheads I've ever met. Several times a day, he and his friends would drive around town in a Volvo, filling it with smoke. He was decent enough to live with, as he was rarely around.

Lou: My next-door neighbor, a stereotypical Italian-American from Chicago. Claimed to have relatives in the Mafia. Wore sunglasses 24/7. He'd memorized every line in Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction, and could recite them on command. He used to sit out in the hall with his telephone at all hours, talking to his girlfriend*, often fighting (which consisted of her yelling, him yelling, her hanging up, and calling him back several minutes later). If he had to visit the loo or whatever while on the phone with her, he'd bang on my door and make me come talk to her until he finished. He stole a girl I fancied, who had just gotten out of an abusive relationship. I told her not to get involved with him, as he was abusive, but she didn't listen... and he broke her heart. Cunt.

The first girls' room: 2 hot young girls, who slept with just about every guy on campus, except for any of the guys in South Wing, who they would barely even acknowledge.

The second girls' room: Consisted of Lisa, and her roommate (whose name I fail to remember atm). Lisa's roommate was a seething bitch, with a nasty temper. Lisa was the quiet type, borderline anti-social. I dated her briefly. I was her first boyfriend... and her last. Turns out she was a lesbian. Not the greatest ego boost for me.

Jeremy: The craziest, most fun guy around. He would do almost anything, drink almost anything, and was always the life of the party.

Oliver: Stereotypical white guy from Alabama. As we were not allowed to have alcohol in our dorm rooms, we generally kept it quiet when we got some. Oliver, however, decided to go for a run one night after several shots of Southern Comfort. He bolted out the back door of the hall, in his skivvies, and hauled ass around the entire building 1 1/2 times, with half a dozen or so of us chasing him. Eventually we corralled him back into his room. 5 minutes after that, he decided he was thirsty and wanted to pay a visit to the water fountain in the hall. Thinking he was going to run again, we followed him... just in time to see him giving himself a black eye on the water fountain's spout, and passing out on the floor.

The Eastern Europeans: lived in the room directly next to mine, and spent all day, all night blaring speed metal to where I could hear it through the concrete wall. Finally one day, I got tired of it. I plugged both my guitar amps into my stereo, put all the speakers against the common wall, cranked them up and put in my Snoop Doggy Dogg CD. They were much quieter after that.

Apologies for length, etc.
(WillF http://www.flickr.com/photos/silverfischdotnet/, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 4:24, Reply)