Unhappy Wee Thing...

I have been both the giver and receiver of housemate-weirdness.

When I first moved out and into Uni halls, I knew I wouldn’t be in the greatest flat – I’d been housed off campus due to late UCAS decisions and suspected I might be with the less usual kind of students. Well, I was right.

The first night, only one of the four others turned up – another girl of my age who was utterly great – we spent the first night getting trashed and having fun (she had brought wine and one saucepan and not a lot else so this may say something about her). I thought perhaps I’d been mistaken. But silly me, I know I’m always right.

The next day a guy in his late twenties turned up with girlfriend in tow- who he would mostly be visiting in his real life at home and consequently we barely saw him. The other was a guy about 5 years older than us and seemed great at first. Then he became a bit reclusive and only left his room to cook enormous meals in the middle of the night. After which he would return to his room to eat his midnight-fry-ups and put the stereo on full blast to sing along to Coldplay. He was also huge and a bit scary and as it turns out, spiteful.

Finally that leaves us with the 40 year old Turkish man:-

Oo-fuck Tossers.

That’s phonetically spelled. Bless him, he was lovely really, but it was rather too much to take for two naïve, 18 year old girls in their first nest-leaving experience and we fled the flat (and in her case the uni).

Then it was my turn to get a bit (well, a lot actually) melancholic and I became the weird reclusive housemate – oh how the worm turns! During the rest of first year (re-housed) I had a sink in my new room. I used to wee in it. I didn’t really eat, so pooing or venturing into the kitchen were rare horrors for me to face. I did actually go to my lectures and have some functioning friends – I just found the shared living thing totally overwhelming I suppose. Second year wasn’t much better and I had hastily moved in with three boys who seemed pretty cool. They were utterly filthy. One Physics and two engineering students and between them they still didn’t understand that PIECES OF PASTA ARE TOO BIG FOR THE KITCHEN PLUGHOLE! Gaaah!

Due to the skanky, studenty nature of this private rental, I was no longer blessed with a bedroom-wee-sink. I used to do it in a glass and chuck it out my bedroom window Victorian-style into the alleyway behind the house (maybe this explains all pissy alleyways and the tramps aren’t really to blame at all?!). Oh dear. I can’t really believe I engaged in this kind of behaviour without being sectioned.

Glad to announce I’m all better now and (almost) never wee in places I shouldn’t.
(Sinister Carp doesn't mind the gap, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 9:50, 3 replies)

I've been trying to explain this to my flatmate as well
only not just pasta, teabags will NOT fit down the plug hole either.
( fuck shit up the best you never had, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 10:18, closed)

So
What did you do about showering?
(zero.coke, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 12:39, closed)

You lived with
One Physics and two engineering students and all you have to complain about is their pasta in sink habits?
You have been blessed, my child.
And I say that as a physics person.
(tweebianmonkey Should be known as Widget, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 12:51, closed)