After a crummy orientation week, college has been fantastic. I've been having a really great time. But as my blog title proclaimed, man, is my roommate a weirdo.
When I met Adam? in late August, he asked if I had a roommate or not. I do, and he said that sucks. At the time I didn't think much of it, my roommate seemed ok, albeit a little dorky. I don't have a problem with being dorky.
The first thing he did that was a little off putting happened in September after he had been sick. He asked me to do some food shopping for him, which I did. A few days later, I was sick with the same thing and he had gotten better. I asked if he could go to the store to get me some ginger ale. He said yes, but then he never went. He got someone else to do it. Maybe I'm being silly on this one, but I'm a little ticked he couldn't be bothered to get off his lazy ass and go down to the store for a bottle of ginger ale after I had shopped for him.
In October, he one day asked me if I could leave the room so he could Skype his girlfriend. Uhh...Sure, why not? It's not really my business what they do in there on their own time. But it soon became a pattern. At least once a week he'd kick me out so he could flog his carrot with his girlfriend. We had a short break from classes in the middle of October, and he went home. The day after he got back, he kicks me out again. Seriously? You just had the past number of days to do things with your girlfriend, and now you're kicking me out the day after? It got me a bit peeved.
Oh yeah, remember how I said it's not my business what they do in there together? He seems to think it is, cuz he shows people on the floor the kinds of things he and his girlfriend watch while his ham is being rammed. Without going into too many details, it's really weird stuff. Like, really weird stuff. Some of it isn't even human. Everyone seeing it has the same wtf? reaction, but he keeps showing it to us. Still not weird enough? There's more.
I mentioned that my roommate is dorky, he's also incredibly white. Everything from the way he acts, to the way he dresses, to the way he talks screams nerdy white kid. Again, I don't have a problem with this. What bothers me about it is the fact the he seems convinced that he's a brotha from da hood. He always watches gang documentaries on his computer and drinks it all in with a goofy smirk on his face. He also bought some durags and a number of flat brimmed baseball caps. He absolutely cannot pull of the look and looks like a complete retard wearing them. Here's a photo of him wearing them. One of his hats is a Cleveland Indians cap which he said he bought because, "the ironic racism in the logo is funny." He also throws lots of "Yee," "Word," "Aight," "That be chill," and other "ghetto" phrases into his speech to sound cool...or something.
The main thing that bugs me about him trying to act black is how fake it makes him seem. He's the biggest poindexter I've ever met, but he thinks he's black. His personality and actions are such a weird mixture of those two things that it turns into the worst of both worlds. It's almost like he's a terrible comic relief character from a movie that a director created by pulling ideas out of his ass but he falls flat on his face in terms of funniness. He's kinda like Jar Jar Binks in that regard.
I'll cut the rant short here, because it seems like this is entering tl;dr territory. There's more stuff to tell, but maybe that will be in a different blog entry. Outside of my roommate, college is pretty darn cool. Not that I had a weight problem anyway, but my "Freshman 15" is more like a Freshman -5, and I've grown an inch or two. My classes are pretty enjoyable, although some of them are getting stale after a semester.
P.S. My bad, Adam?, Clarke Tower is filled above the fifth floor. The sophomores hadn't moved in yet when I misinformed you.