January 21, 200817 yr >2. Playing music on a laptop Add to that roommates who sing along with TV commercial jingles. There are two kinds of roommates -- people you knew ahead of time, either friends or acquaintances, and then total strangers. There are advantages and disadvantages to each. Either way you're saving money and getting free entertainment. Just watching how people watch TV is worth the trouble. The root of much that is bad in this world is people who have gotten to live on their own terms for too long. I knew a guy whose parents bought a house and made him "manager", where he got to impose all his silly rules, and then acted like "managing" this house was sweaty labour. It took him a little longer than most people to figure out what didn't and does matter. The dorms are hilarious because you've got 18 year-olds who wear kids pajamas and are totally unable to handle interactions with other human beings. These people go on to become RA's. They like to order pizza and rent movies and they like routines. Occasionally, if they are paired by some fate with a rowdy, they can be brought kicking and screaming into this world, otherwise they idle like so much wet cardboard. Then there are those guys who play foosball incessantly, thinking that one day some girl waiting for the elevator is actually going to be impressed enough to come over and strike up conversation. Also, at least in my experience, female roommates are slobs or at the very least bizarre. Some display the vagabond ways of the Marianne Faithful variety, but without the doe eyes and cool boyfriend. And most, despite whatever advertised attachments they might have, will eventually sneak attack a male roommate on an inauspicious Tuesday or Wednesday when no one else is about. Confession: When I was a freshman, I made it to *every* 8 o'clock.
January 21, 200817 yr Oh, please give us more insights. I'm seriously loving this because they are so true :) Here are my top pet-peeves -- 1. Newspaper boy delivering my newspapers. Not so bad, until I'm gone for two or three days on one of my random trips and he just begins stuffing the thick Wall Street Journals under my door. I can't open my door most of the time, and ripping them out only mars the front page. Okay, if I haven't picked it up after a day, just lay them off to the side. No one is going to steal my newspapers anyhow. 2. Pot. Okay, I've toted once in my life. But I hate the hippies across the hall from me (and I am a self-professed hippy) who smoke it up all the time and forget to blow it out of their balcony. It filters under their door, into the hallway, and into my door. Every weekend. 3. Sex. Nothing distracts my mind more than having the guy in the apartment next to me fucking every animate object that walks through his door. I can hear the constant screams of "OH YEAH, #@%^ ME HARDER!!!" And the constant sounds of the headboard banging against the wall. Comon, I go to bed pretty early some days for work and I don't want my mind wandering... :P 4. Toilets. Nothing turns me off more than a person that can't flush a toilet. I'm not taking about not flushing after tinkling some minute, clear fluids, but feces. Poop. I was supposed to room with one of my friends, but was turned off by his messy nature. He rarely flushes and his apartment reeks of it. 5. Perfumes and other smelly accessories. A continuation of the above. Because his apartment reeks, he douses himself with Axe. All over. And he gets in my car and I'm forced to roll down the windows to try to negate the smell elsewhere. Then he complains when a waiter sprays Windex on the table next to us. Go figure.
January 21, 200817 yr 3. Sex. Nothing distracts my mind more than having the guy in the apartment next to me fucking every animate object that walks through his door. I can hear the constant screams of "OH YEAH, #@%^ ME HARDER!!!" And the constant sounds of the headboard banging against the wall. Comon, I go to bed pretty early some days for work and I don't want my mind wandering... :P This is especially funny because I have this going on right now. It is slightly more elaborate than just the obvious moaning/groaning. Every night around 11pm or so, it sounds as if all the furniture in the freaking apartment above is being moved around. Once the furniture moving ends it is usually followed by a couple of bangs (i.e. dropping of stuff), and then the fun begins. Combine that with the fact that all night there are people coming and going, with booming music going in their cars as they pull up. As if it's not enough to be running sex-shop out of the above apartment, you have to arrive to your "get-together" in the middle of the freaking night with Gucci Mane blasting?!?!?
January 21, 200817 yr BTW, last night my roommate and I were woken up, at 2am, by the sound of a police officer over a speaker. We woke up at the end of the ordeal, but something odd was going on...man is it great to have a unit right next to the parking lot.
January 21, 200817 yr BTW, last night my roommate and I were woken up, at 2am, by the sound of a police officer over a speaker. I've woken up to the same thing! This is why I don't see the need to pay for cable. I can look out my window and be entertained for hours! ;)
January 21, 200817 yr Occasionally in suburbia, I'll hear a siren in the distance!!!! Growing up in suburbia, I heard sirens every day! We lived 1.5 miles from a hospital, a mile from the fire house, and near some very busy streets. And don't forget the loud noise from the airplanes going to CVG along with the kid across the street playing his drums.
January 21, 200817 yr Occasionally in suburbia, I'll hear a siren in the distance!!!! I'm currently living in suburban Atlanta.
January 21, 200817 yr ^ I know, and he's not very good!!! :wink: :laugh: Fortunately, the parents at one point decided to sound-proof their basement. It was just in time because the drummer joined a band, and they needed a place to practice.
January 21, 200817 yr And you probably don't have the neighbor cutting his grass at 8am either! I can honestly say I rarely hear lawn mowers now! ;)
January 21, 200817 yr And you probably don't have the neighbor cutting his grass at 8am either! Fort Wayne city ordinance lets me start at 7 a.m. I used to have some neighbors who partied hard and loud, late at night. The bass on their speakers came right through the walls of my house and sometimes would actually ripple the water in a glass. When warm weather came, I started working between our houses (about 8 feet apart) with my gas-powered weed trimmer precisely at 7 a.m. on mornings following the late parties. In two months they were gone.
January 21, 200817 yr I used to have some neighbors who partied hard and loud, late at night. The bass on their speakers came right through the walls of my house and sometimes would actually ripple the water in a glass. When warm weather came, I started working between our houses (about 8 feet apart) with my gas-powered weed trimmer precisely at 7 a.m. on mornings following the late parties. In two months they were gone. Well played...
January 21, 200817 yr Occasionally in suburbia, I'll hear a siren in the distance!!!! But only to warn the populace of an approaching immigrant or homosexual.
January 21, 200817 yr Occasionally in suburbia, I'll hear a siren in the distance!!!! But only to warn the populace of an approaching immigrant or homosexual. I choked on my tea when I read this. Well played!
January 22, 200817 yr It's currently 3:47 a.m and my housemates are playing Call of Duty 4 outside my bedroom. Our living room is equipped with surround sound. Gunshots and explosives ring out. I can't sleep. Fortunately class doesn't start till 1:00 pm tomorrow, but I'm tired.
January 22, 200817 yr Occasionally in suburbia, I'll hear a siren in the distance!!!! But only to warn the populace of an approaching immigrant or homosexual. Yeah ... or someone that's gay.
January 22, 200817 yr Are you suggesting we line our borders with braided belts and pleated khakis? It'd certainly be enough to scare them off. Better yet, we could be more cost effective by using Steve & Barrys apparel.
January 22, 200817 yr H#ll, pleated khakis scare ME off! clevelandskyscrapers.com Cleveland Skyscrapers on Instagram
January 22, 200817 yr What are pleates, but pompous wrinkles? I hope this thread never dies. Successories? LOL
January 22, 200817 yr H#ll, pleated khakis scare ME off! You'll get a second amen from the choir on that! What about cell phone belt-clips? Golf shirts? Successories? All "no-no's" in my book!
January 22, 200817 yr Come on MTS you know you try on a nice pair of Gap pleates khakis in front of the mirror when no one else is looking. I dip my fries in ranch dressing when no one's looking. We all have our vices.
January 22, 200817 yr What about cell phone belt-clips? Golf shirts? Successories? You're talking that "boring white guy" language... :weird: clevelandskyscrapers.com Cleveland Skyscrapers on Instagram
January 22, 200817 yr Come on MTS you know you try on a nice pair of Gap pleates khakis in front of the mirror when no one else is looking. I dip my fries in ranch dressing when no one's looking. We all have our vices. Honey, "Me (mts)", "the gap" and "khakis" don't belong in the same sentence!
January 22, 200817 yr So you're more of a Banana Republican Sweetie, you've got me pegged all wrong. Take the sordid details to PM, okay guys?
January 22, 200817 yr First you guys hit me with this one... Are you suggesting we line our borders with braided belts and pleated khakis? It'd certainly be enough to scare them off. Better yet, we could be more cost effective by using Steve & Barrys apparel. Then there is this classic: What about cell phone belt-clips? Golf shirts? Successories? And finally to top it all off: Come on MTS you know you try on a nice pair of Gap pleates khakis in front of the mirror when no one else is looking. I dip my fries in ranch dressing when no one's looking. We all have our vices. Amazing everyone...amazing!
January 22, 200817 yr So you're more of a Banana Republican Sweetie, you've got me pegged all wrong. Take the sordid details to PM, okay guys? ok hbicolumbus light! lol
January 22, 200817 yr Come on MTS you know you try on a nice pair of Gap pleates khakis in front of the mirror when no one else is looking. I dip my fries in ranch dressing when no one's looking. We all have our vices. they put gravy on french fries up here in Canada
January 22, 200817 yr they put gravy on french fries up here in Canada They do that at Pleasant Ridge Chili in Cincinnati. If Humana knew about the place, they'd be raising insurance premiums in one of my old neighborhoods.
January 22, 200817 yr they put gravy on french fries up here in Canada Funny... I was going to ask David if he was Canadian. They also love to dip them in mayonnaise.
January 23, 200817 yr Come on MTS you know you try on a nice pair of Gap pleates khakis in front of the mirror when no one else is looking. I dip my fries in ranch dressing when no one's looking. We all have our vices. Honey, "Me (mts)", "the gap" and "khakis" don't belong in the same sentence! funny. I thought the pleats would get you.
January 23, 200817 yr they put gravy on french fries up here in Canada Funny... I was going to ask David if he was Canadian. They also love to dip them in mayonnaise. when we used to ask for gravy on the fries in the lunch line in the dorms at bgsu the older lunch ladies would all say, "you're from lorain!" i guess that was a local quirk at the time. of course, the little lorain stores all accepted canadian money too, even tho it was only worth like 3/4 of usa money back when i lived there.
January 23, 200817 yr What about cell phone belt-clips? Golf shirts? Successories? HEY! Cell phone belt clips are practical! And so are pleated khakis, for that matter. So roomy.... And I never wear golf shirts... unless they have lots of patterns on them, like stripes, or paisley!! I don't know what these successories are that you speak of...but I desperately crave them now. That, and a bone colored business card. Look at that subtle off-white coloring. The tasteful thickness of it. Oh my God, it even has a watermark....
January 23, 200817 yr ... when we used to ask for gravy on the fries in the lunch line in the dorms at bgsu the older lunch ladies would all say, "you're from lorain!" i guess that was a local quirk at the time. Once in the cafeteria at the railroad hotel in Bellevue, I expected the usual open-faced roast beef sandwich with mashed potatoes and gravy, but I got it with greasy home fries buried in gravy. Tasted heavenly (I was famished), went down smooth as silk, kept me up all night!
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