Welcome to the page that describes my dorm life. I lived in the dorms my freshman year, then moved promptly out. Here, you can read about all the fun roommates I had. Oh, the picture is the only one I have scanned in from dorm times, more later, although it seems I wasn't taking too many pictures at the time. :( I've learned my lesson, now I always have a camera. Well, almost always. The picture is of Rich Walsh and his old girlfriend, he lived across the hall from me when I moved to fargo quad. He almost moved into Gehenna but he went to RPI. the next year, where he seems to be happy.

First I lived with Jim and Warren on the 3rd floor of Wilkeson quad in the ellicot complex. Jim Darling was a big guy, Warren was weird and had odd habits. I mostly talk about Warren. He worships Genesis, the band, Phil Collins, and Peter Gabriel. Jim and I put one of his posters next to his bed and he attempted to have sexual relations with it. Warren had every related music cd, including bootlegs, totaling over 50. He listened to it day and night, over and over and over. Things didn't go well between us, and ended when he performed some ritual while I was in bed, him next to me dancing and pouring cologne on the floor then lighting it on fire and screaming at me.

Next I moved to Fargo quad, floor, uhm, 6 I think, in the big tall building, although I believe the shorter building was called the tower for some odd reason. I could see much farther from there. I walked in to meet my new roommate, this would still be first semester, and I greeted a skinny older guy with long black hair, leather, a bra on the wall, along with a picture of Erika Eleniak slightly naked, or maybe all so, can't remember. Also there were Guns and Roses posters, and both beds were next to each other. He had to move them so I would have a place to sleep, and that was good. He was an extremely Catholic, heavy metal head, slightly satanist (admittedly), drug dealing guy who had just broken up with his fiancee who happened to be at least raised Unitarian Universalist. His name was Shannon, and he was a supersenior, so he graduated at the end of fall semester. Yes, it was an interesting combination. He was probably the best roommate I had that year.

Spring semester Dan moved in. He was basically a mac addict, drum player, not in the room, in the orchestra or something, turned his stereo on with the bass and treble all the way up (apparently a music major that didn't understand the concept of clarity versus distortion, or just liked it that way), extremely fat (stretch lines), smelly (worse after shower), lazy (came in room, turned on tv, turned on computer, fell like a whale out of the sky onto bed, opened blinds or left them closed and used his fingers to prop two open so he could ->, lie there for hours watching I presume girls across the quad in their respective rooms), freak. You could tell if he was on the floor or not when you got off the elevator just by the stench. The whole floor wanted him gone. In addition to that he was a local (from Buffalo) and went home every day for food and cases of snackwells cookies (they don't help you lose weight if you eat a bunch and lay there, sorry). He didn't really have any reason to live away from home, other than to ruin my life. One day I told him he smelled (the incense and candles and good smelling stuff I put all over the room didn't seem to give him the clue) and he left.

Another interesting thing happened one weekend when Dan happened to be home. The hicks down the hall had a little bear bash, and well, I was invited. I went in and was offered a beer, so being the polite guy I am, accepted. I was going back and forth to my room because Kevin, from a different room on the floor, was doing something odd on my computer. Also at one point Faisal, who I believe is now the current head of the Islamic Student Union, attempted to convert me to Islam. It hasn't worked yet. So, on my travellings back and forth I didn't talk to those hicks much, because well, they aren't much fun to me. But I chatted a bit and had some more brewskies. Later though, when they were much drunker, they decided that somebody had stolen their beer, and it must have been me. Apparently there was one bottle less than there should have been, like they could count after 4 or 5 cases among 6 people. So they ranted and raved and toilet papered my door, laid a garbage pale on it, then peed on it too, lots of fun I guess. They were banned from campus the next day.

I suppose I could also tell you how I supplied the UB athlete of the year with pornography, or how many times the toilet was stolen, or who knows what else, but that will have to wait for later.

That is my dorm story. So I found friends and the next year moved off campus. That would be Gehenna then my new house.

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