Worst. Roommate. Ever.

Cohabitation frustration

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San Diego is the second priciest metropolitan area to live in the United States, says interest.com.

The average apartment goes for $1905. In order to keep up with our sunshine tax, cohabitation is a must for many San Diegans. But co-existing with a roomie can be rough, as these San Diegans will tell you.

Alan Lingol

Alan Lingol

  • Alan Lingol, 51 (pictured at 18)
  • General contractor
  • Clairemont

As soon as I turned 18 I moved out of my mom’s house into my first apartment. I was excited to have freedom. My first roommate was a friend of mine from high school. After a month he had to bail because he had instant financial problems. He suggested that a friend of his move in, in his place. I knew the guy but wasn’t really best friends with him or anything. About two months after he moved in his girlfriend broke up with him. He got really drunk one night because he was really depressed over being dumped. So, I was sleeping and I woke up to a noise. I didn’t know what it was. Greg comes flying into my room. He throws my door open. He has his hands over his face. His entire face is just covered in blood. He had attempted to kill himself with a .22 rifle over a girl. He had the rifle pointed directly at his forehead so the bullet never penetrated his skull. It ricocheted off and went straight up to the ceiling. He told me right away what happened. I freaked out and called 911. I had to clean up the blood. Actually there wasn’t much blood on the ground and stuff. It was mostly on him. He had to go to a 30-day place where they send you when you try to kill yourself. It was crazy. That was freaky. He had to move out, obviously. That is when I had to move back into my mom’s house. But it was only for a couple months and then I moved back out on my own.

Christie Woodruff

Christie Woodruff

  • Christie Woodruff, 19
  • Public Health major
  • SDSU

I had a roommate my freshman year in the dorms. She was a nice girl. We just had really different preferences. She would wake up at, like, 5 a.m. to go running and go to sleep at 9 p.m. I would have to be really quiet at night so as not to wake her up. She was super into Korean culture. She was studying Korean business. She studied all the time, but her one guilty pleasure was watching Korean soap operas on her phone every night before bed. Then she would sleep-talk all night about the Korean soap operas sometimes in Korean. She was Mexican, so it was kind of strange. Another thing, she was physically allergic to the sun. She was like a vampire. The blinds always had to be closed. Basically we lived in a cave. It was weird so I moved out.

Taylor Rodriguez

Taylor Rodriguez

  • Taylor Rodriguez, 19
  • Kinesiology major
  • SDSU

I had a roommate that frequently went out at night and consumed massive amounts of alcohol. One night she came home...well, she didn’t come home on her own, two freshmen brought her home because they found her on the side of the road, lying in the gutter. When she got home, she fell asleep for a little bit and then got up in the middle of the night. She peed on the carpet and in her laundry basket. Our other roommate that shared a bedroom with her was yelling, “Carly, you are not a dog! Use the toilet!” She moved out unceremoniously. She came to us and said, “I have a surprise for you. I am moving out tomorrow!” The next day she was gone. We never really talked to her anyway. She was never home and when she was she was peeing on stuff.

Alex Morales

Alex Morales

  • Alex Morales, 25
  • Writer, student
  • UCSD

Freshman year at Berkeley I had a roommate — let’s call her Sharon — who kept to herself. She studied a lot. She did a lot of interesting things like, kept milk in our dorm room even though we didn’t have a fridge. That was a red flag. On the weekends she never really went out. She was either in the library or studying. On the last night before we all went home for summer our freshman year, we had a floor party. I found out at the floor party that Sharon loved to drink, maybe a little too much. She had so much to drink that she got a little crazy. She came back into our room. She had this look on her face like she was a totally different person. She tried to climb up to her top bunk and she almost fell off. My other roommate and I were really concerned for her. We were, like, This is not the Sharon we know. The next morning I woke up kind of early. Her bed was right above my desk. I looked at my laptop and I thought, Huh, that is crazy, something is wrong. The room smelled really bad. Sharon had thrown up directly on my laptop, from the bunk above — waterfall effect. It was bad. I mean, it was a really hectic morning. She was moving out and I was moving out the next day. She ended up leaving and not apologizing, coming back and getting locked out. I was just so appalled and shocked. It was so unexpected and gross. She left a bunch of change in her dresser, a bunch of quarters, so I used it to take the Bart to go see MIA that evening. I was, like, That should be the least I get for someone throwing up on my laptop!

  • Amanda J., 18
  • Student
  • SDSU

At the beginning of this year I was super stoked over my roommate assignment. She had a boyfriend. I figured I wouldn’t get sexed out of my dorm room often. They broke up two weeks into school. She went crazy. My roommate — let’s call her Lisa — started getting way too drunk and bringing home a different guy every weekend — sometimes two in one night. She got checked for STDs. She’s clean, but, Lord knows how! Every single weekend I had to have a back-up room to sleep in. We had another roommate for a while. Our other roommate moved out because Lisa fell out of bed one night and peed all over her stuff. Afterward, Lisa just curled up on the floor crying. We were, like, ‘Are you okay? Do you need anything? Do you need to go to the bathroom?’ She was completely naked and started crawling into my other roommate’s bed. We were, like, ‘That is not the bathroom!’ I had to get out of bed, put clothes on her, and drag her to the bathroom. She puked all over me.

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