The first time I had experience with roommates was at the age of 29 when I lived in my first college dorm apartment.

Before I even got to meet my first roommates, I decided that I wasn't staying in the first apartment. IT WAS DESTROYED. And to serve as commentary on the state of things in that apartment, the fish was living in a coffee pot. Hahahah.

So, my family and I went to my Academic Advisor and she placed me in a nicer, newer apartment complex with brand new roommates.

The roommate that I shared my room with for the next year, we'll call her A, was an amazing friend. She became my adopted sister, considering she was at least 11 years younger than me. :)

Our first two roommates in our first apartment, L and N, were nightmares and annoying sluts, respectively.

This really doesn't matter, but both L and N were American Indians. A and I were considered White by society's standards even though she is Mexican and I'm Portuguese. Just to get that out of the way..

Right from the beginning, L was a nightmare. She had left a note on her door saying that she had to go home for a family emergency and would be back Monday, when classes were starting.

Bull shit.

So, there are two rooms left now. The two remaining rooms had one twin bed in each of the rooms, so A and I figured we got lucky and are paying the double room cost for a single room. Great.

The next day or so N arrived.

What????

We had no freaking clue as to where she was going to go. She claimed that she was supposed to have a private room.

So, L gets back from whatever family emergency that she made up (I think, so as not to have socialize with us lowly crackers) and has two beds in her room.

Keep in mind that L knew that she had a private room PLUS she locked the door, which is one of the things you are not supposed to do.

Also, be aware that the room she was in was an AWESOME room if you're by yourself. It had huge walk in closets, its own bathroom, and a private balcony. It was clearly the double room. But, in her mind, since they told her she could choose the room she wanted, then she was going to have that room.

L wouldn't talk directly to us. She talked down on us through N. She was determined to win her princess bedroom and refused to take the tiny room that A and I were now sharing.

L was also a HUGE baby. Daddy had bought her a brand new truck, but she was afraid to drive it. She also rode the bus up to Northern Arizona and let her stupid truck stay in the parking lot.

The next week was a serious battle between our families and the Indian Princess (it turns out her daddy was some bigwig on their reservation and was rich as fuck). She was determined to keep that stupid room.

Guess what? She was forced to leave the room. A and I got the comfortable room. Not even days later, L was gone. It turns out that Daddy bought paid for her own apartment.

In my next installment, I will talk about N's sexual adventures and her inability to see why no one wants to marry her.