Funky...and NOT in the good way.
About 7 years ago, I was in the Job Corps program here in the States; it's basically like trade school, plus room and board...all for free! It's a pretty good program, but for the most part it seemed like most of my peers who were there with me were in it for the freebies and causing drama and screwing like rabbits on the sly after the class day was done...but I digress...

We all had to be paired up with roommates (same sex) while living on campus--you'd have anywhere from one other roommate living with you to 3 other folks. Most of the roommates I had were alright, I got along with them fine...except for a few little things that bugged me with some of them:

-- The girl who had some sorta problem with keeping up with her personal hygiene. Instead of washing her clothes she'd spray--no, drown all her clothes with Febreze and think everything would be hunky-dory with the rest of us in the dorm room. HELL NO. Her ass-and-foot rot was so bad the smell would permeate the entire room and everyone else's belongings. I think she got kicked out of Job Corps after a while for something she did, to the relief of everyone in the room.

-- Another girl in my room...she was alright, but she had the shittiest taste in music. In the 7 or so months I lived in that room, my roommates and I had to be subjected to hearing her Savage Garden CD played. On repeat. Night after night after friggin' night. I should've hidden that shit somewhere...

-- This next example wasn't in the room I stayed in, but in another room a few doors down: there was a fairly large number of Bosnian refugees who were on campus and taking classes along with the rest of us Amurricans. There were 4 Bosnian girls who lived in the same dorm as me...they were all pretty cool and kept to themselves for the most part. But fer fuck's sake, they would stay on the pay phone in the lounge for what seemed like forever, talking to their loved ones back home. There was a time limit for phone calls, but they were pretty nonchalant about it and they'd get into arguments with some of the other girls in the dorm for their phone-hogginess.

I could think of more examples of house--err, dorm mates from hell but I honestly can't think of anymore.


Shuddup about the length--you know that you love every single inch of it and you're secretly begging for more. ;)
( svnynne damn near forgot she was here on, Wed 11 Apr 2007, 0:25, Reply)