Allie posted all my junk from my PC but here's the skinny.

My room mate last year was very hard to live with because he had no sense of volume control. He was a loud breather and snored sometimes but that's pretty human, and even his extra loud sighs were bearable. What was unbearable was how much noise he'd make in every day things without regard for me being there, mostly while I slept. Constantly the door was slammed, drawers were slammed, shoes were dropped making a loud SLAP when they hit, and it's going to take me a long time to get over my hatred of Guitar Hero he spawned from the clickclickclickclickclickclick while I studied. The semester when I got up before him, I was as quiet as possible and could usually slip out the door without him stirring, but when it swapped and he got up every day before me I just about went crazy from him waking me up with things that could've easily been avoided (I'm pretty sure I even asked him to quiet it down, something which he disregarded after about two days). Also his girlfriend was extremely annoying and they very rarely could take a hint to gtfo because I needed to sleep or study.

It also drove me nuts how he could put so little work into most of his classes, not studying or skipping lectures, and seem to do well (I'm pretty sure he had a 4.0 both semesters doing basically the same classes I was but with higher level maths). That tends to drive me nuts with most people though. It was just an extra thing for me to hold against him.

Oh. And he borrowed stuff a lot, which I didn't clearly define when we started the year so he felt at liberty to. So like he used my PS2 controller at a friend's room (he asked and I was okay with this) but then he also let the friend borrow it without my permission (he did not ask and I was not okay with this). He also used about all of my duct tape and seemed to have no problem reaching into my drawers on my desk while I was sitting right there, without asking, to use it. I also had a belt disappear for a day once and didn't know he had taken it until I noticed it was in a messed up place in my closet.

He was nice but I wouldn't ever live with him again. My room mate this coming year is probably going to be pretty awesome, we get along very well and of the two in his room last year he was the cleaner of them. I made sure to discuss ground rules for the room so we don't want to kill each other. It should go well.

(As I typed that last paragraph I kept remembering things he did that I hated so I kept going back and expanding. I really hated living with this guy.)