MY ROOMMATE INFECTED MY FOOD -- Chilly Roommates Part 1/Transcript


 * Chilly: So one of the things that make up your college experience are the roommates you live with. When you live in the dorms, you're usually matched up with a random roommate that can either make or break your year. Freshman year I lived at home, because my university's only a 30 to 40-minute drive away, and it seemed like a more convenient and cheaper option at the time. BUT it ended up not being not so convenient at all, so sophomore year I decided to live on campus. Since I was a sophomore, I could've just moved to an apartment but DAMN IT, I wanted to have a dorm experience. Random roommate, small enclosed space, shared bathroom with 10 other people, and all of it. I got matched with a girl who was going to be a senior at the time. We will call her Regina. Let me just make a few changes here though, OK good. So Regina was my first roommate, and let me say I never knew how much I value personal space until I started living with her. The room was a decently sized bedroom with two of everything and a huge walk in closet for the both of us. NOW I was excited for the whole dorm roommate thing because in my head, it played off the same way it did in books and movies. It was going to be this amazing experience and I was going to make a new best friend, we have movie nights, make dinner together, go out, having our own little groovy dance parties, and all that other stuff. But I was so wrong. Now I don't normally use this word about too many people but Regina was really self-absorbed, which I guess is good in some situations, but when you're living with someone else in a small enclosed space, it's really not a good trait to have. I will say though Regina was lucky to have a roommate like me. I avoid conflict as much as I can. Some of you might call me a pushover which I guess I was for the most part, but I will say that I was rewarded for my patience. My roommate was Indian and if you didn't know, their food is very heavily spiced. It's really strong in terms of taste and smell. So our floor had a shared kitchen that was used by around 30 to 50 people, so it was more convenient to eat at the cafeteria downstairs or eat out. Her parents would drive over sometimes and bring her like 5 to 10 plastic bags full of Indian food for her, which was also another option if your parents live nearby, although hers lived a 5-hour drive away. She would stash these bags in our tiny mini-fridge and would end up taking more than her own space. I didn't say anything about it though because it wasn't like I could tell her parents to stop making a 5-hour over here to bring her daughter food. Plus I wasn't using all of my space anyways because I usually eat at the cafeteria. One day I was making myself a turkey sandwich for lunch. Got a good amount of turkey on there, some lettuce and mayonnaise. I sat on my futon with my sandwich in one hand and a glass of milk in another. I took the first bite out of my sandwich and chewed happily for a couple of seconds UNTIL.. I tasted something off. I chewed slower this time AND... immediately figured out what had happened, my detective instincts tingling. The food from the plastic bags were so strong that they somehow injected their taste into my food! And I have a very low tolerance for spicy foods so that was not pleasant. When I took a sip out of my milk to wash out the taste, I almost had a mental breakdown right there. My gallon of milk was infected too! And you can mess with me, you can mess with my food, but DO NOT TOUCH MY MILK! Do you know what I did next?! I ended up buying my own mini-fridge. Yeah like I said, I was a real pushover, but there were advantages to it. I can easily store my milk without having to worry about any weird tastes getting injected into it, and I didn't have to hear her complain about me taking up my own freaking space. She called her mom the first week we moved in to complain about me buying a gallon of milk and putting it in my side of the fridge because apparently there wasn't room for her stuff. I couldn't figure out if I should be more annoyed by the fact that she had the nerve to complain about me using my own space in the fridge or the fact that she had called her mother IN FRONT OF ME to complain about it. And that....was just the beginning.

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 * Chilly: Hey guys, thanks for watching my first video! YAY! This is gonna be a part of a series where I talk about all the roommates I've had so far. So we'll call it "Chilly Roommates". Let me know in the comments below if you ever had a terrible roommate, I'd love to read those stories. Also I'm still kinda new to animating, so if you have any advice or suggestions for me, feel free to write those in the comments too. I have a ton of ideas and wanna use this channel as a way to improve my animations. Subscribe if you wanna hear more about Regina and my other roommates, and I'll see you guys next time!