Sharing old roommate war stories…

I was talking to my friend’s kid, man I feel old for saying that,  a few weeks ago about my college roommate experiences, which wasn’t bad compared to other people’s horror stories. Partly because I was almost never home because I helped run and held office in 2 college school clubs, which dealing with 100-200 people in each club, as I worked and when to college full time.

Most of my experience where good. Told her to have a roommate contract, a monthly amount for things you need to buy for the unit, and how you guys will divided up for chores, was the best way to go. Communicate, communicate, communicate, and communicate.  You guys were all raised different, with different values and ideas now living together for a year. I’ve learned and grown up so much with my roommates and great adventures with them. My bad weren’t crazy bad stories.

When I was in the dorms my freshman year, we had a two bedroom apartment with two roommates in each room.  One roommate in the other room, lived like ten min from the school and only got a room because it was paid for.  She came in when nobody was there and put her sheets on, then we didn’t meet her till a month later.  It sort of freak us out a little bit, because she had the same black sheets with the cult in SD that did a mass suicide but it turns out that was her older brother’s old college bed sheets.

She told her roommate, who was a very privilege OC girl, that she shopped lifted once when she was younger for fun. So her roommate overrated and cleared out her stuff, then demand to move rooms. She would only sleep there if she wasn’t there, and then slept in other people’s dorms. I had a class with her and I told her that we all know she hid all her stuff in the closet in the living room.  She freaked out and kept on causing so much drama. Was so glad she moved, and I was able to move in my other friend to replace her.

That friend that replaced the OC roommate, was from Hawai’i and from an all girls school. I didn’t realize how spoiled she was. When she came to my mother’s house, she came two hours late, then walk in without stopping going to my mother’ fridge and helped her self to food. I was so shocked. She asked my roommate to use her car to buy a loaf of bread. She had her friend over with her, and they didn’t come back for 6 hours because after getting bread they drove across LA to USC for a party for her to chase after a guy. She did’t even refill the tank after all that.

Living off campus after my freshman year, I had a roommate for a one year leave that didn’t get me a 30 day notice because she thought the lease end and decide that I can keep her part of security deposit instead of paying me her last month of rent.  After she moved out, she knew I wasn’t home during the weekend, and came back staying there during the weekend. The apartment manager caught her a month later, and I had to pay to change the locks on top of everything.

The summer before she moved out,  she decide to save money by renting out our living room. She told me that her friend need a place to crash for a month during summer school, which tuned into 2 months. I didn’t realize that she rent it out. This “friend” of her’s also set the pot on fire and I had to put it out. Lucky the apartment manager caught on and gave us a notice that she couldn’t stay with us anymore because she wasn’t on the lease.

I had anther roommate that replaced her, that had a “rich” boyfriend that sort of moved in. He lived in NYC and was going to NYU, some how he came to visit her during the summer for a month, that end up for 3 months. I kept on asking her why isn’t he going back to NYC, she didn’t know why he was still there either. What was awarded is we had a one bedroom, so they slept in the living room. It was never clear why he was still there when the fall semester started but my feeling is that he was kicked out of school because he never when back.

There were a few more stories but it wasn’t anything major. A lot of things is communication and nip it before it becomes drama. It’s something you need to learn to do with practice, practice, practice, like everything in life.


Rebooting back into my own life.

Hard to believe it’s been almost been over 1.5 years since I had to take care of my family obligations. Need to shift out of survivor’s mode. It’s not over but within the next month, the worse of it should be over.  I know it’s going to be a small challege to get out of survivor’s mode, and back into my own skin. 

I am so grateful that to my friends, my chosen family, my blood family, and the random people who have supported me along the way. Really don’t know how I made it without completely breaking down but I’m so greatful for people I never expected to step up and be there for me. I’m greatful for my dance, and WordPress communities for being there.

Need to get back to coding and working on building my web development skills. Not sure where I’m head with it but till I figure out where my niche is, I’m going to keep on truckin till I figure it out.  Right now, I’m working on web strategy and teaching people one on one when I’m not building sites. Working on my CSS, SASS, and going to start teaching myself JavaScript.

A few of my friends have mention that I cralwed into my shell/cave about 2 years ago around the time I starting getting sick again and reinjured my ankle.  I realize that I gotten really serious, tucked away my humor and personalty while put on a safer verson of myself.  One of my major strugles is not being able to be as active as I was before my ankle sugery. It had an effect on my self esteem.  I’ve always been indepent and the one taking care of other people.  Had to learn to ask people for help because I can not phyically do things and still learning to let it go with the flow.

Would love to meet a guy that can make me laugh and put a smile on my face when I see him. Have mini adventures with me exploring for road trips, urban landmarks, explore nature with me, and take a day trip with me. Will be game once in a blue moon, when I want to grab a donut, on the way to the ocean or desert at 1am to stare at the stars. I’m a huge foodie, so somebody who is open to trying new places and foods to eat, and put up with my photographing my food. Be dorky enough with me to go on picnics in random places, comikaze, art walk/event, swing/salsa dancing, live shows, go watch movies/shows in the park, etc.