Douchebag Roommates

I'm sure many of you have had worse than I have, but I've only had one year living in a dorm and I've already got some roommate funtimes under my belt. I had gone through three roommates by the end of the first semester, and the fouth guy is rooming with me again next semester because we've become friends.

First two: my double was, for a time, a forced triple. While neither of them were really anything terrible, they had certainly become friends with each other more than with me. We were all just in different places, they were more athletic, I was far more nerdy. One of them dropped out after two weeks, and the other one was drinking under his parents noses, so they both decided it would be a good idea to bring a drunken party into the room. Bad news, fellas: You live on the school's Chem. Free floor. Roommate 2 left the next day, Roommate 1 was kicked out of the room for having alcohol.

If you look up the word "polyamorous" in a dictionary, Roommate 3 might have his picture next to the word as an example. And he wasn't even attractive. This is the kind of guy that pisses off my friend Eric, who really tries with women and never succeeds. Anyway, I lost track of all fo the women, also lost count, but he seemed to remember all of their names. He left of his own accord because he didn't really 'fit in' on our floor. Final notes: I totally love hearing the same Staind song at least twice every single night. I also love when someone makes a setlist to play on repeat that consists of seven songs total. Especially if one of them is that god-awful Hawthorne Heights single.

How ya doing, buddy?