So I arrive at about 11 PM to good ol' McVey Hall 2nd Floor, and I set up all my stuff to hang with Bungle, Mike, and Dreu (all of whom are WoW addicts, which I'm not). Laptop set up, sketchpad out, slowly making progress on the current portrait of Sting, and who should walk by but my roommate Pete.
Allow me to give you some background on this guy. I met him at the beginning of the semester, and quickly realized that he wasn't the kind of person I wanted to know. From day one he got on my nerves, from his constant drinking both in and out of the room, his bringing of loud and obnoxious hammered people to my room late in the night, his refusal to allow me to rearrange things on MY side of the room, and the fact that he basically believes that he owns the place. He's supposed to be entering the Marines after this semester, which is hilarious to me considering that he's been spending all his time at UND drinking and watching TV (which he has silently claimed, even though I'm borrowing it from Will).
Right then. Thursday night, roommate waltzes by and announces to me that he'll be having three of his buddies from home up here the entire weekend for some drinking and partying. They'll be staying in our room, blah blah blah. I like how he just kind of proclaims this to me, instead of actually asking me, seeing as how I have to agree for them to be able to stay.
But, I'm reasonable, I don't mind too bad, but I bring up a critical condition; things have to quiet down to whispers by 2:00 AM every night, so that I can get some sleep. I mentioned to him that the beer pong party they had directly outside my room kept me the entire night, and that I really need to sleep at some point in the night. I continue to press this fact; I need my sleep, it needs to be quiet at 2:00 AM, please keep this in mind, kthxbai.
Well, I suppose I pushed him a little too far, because he begins to say that I've now succeeded in making things louder for myself. At this point he's beginning to raise his voice, and he proclaims that I'm inconsiderate, that I'm basically scum, and every other sentence becomes "I want to fucking kick your ass". Well, I've seen this before; he's threatened my life plenty of times over the course of the semester when I'm not doing exactly what he wants, and it's usually (though not always) when he's drunk. Which he also is tonight.
The rest of the guys who are sitting there are just kind of awestruck at just how far he's going with this; he's laying into me about just how much he wants to beat the shit out of me. This loud behavior brings several more people out to see what's going on, including the Resident Assistant, Greg. He quickly stops me from attempting to defend myself, in a hope that the drunken Pete will stop on his own. Even my Christian friends Cory and David come out of their room, and begin asking him to stop, that Pete's not only keeping them up but that they don't appreciate him laying into me. Pete turns on them, telling them it's not their fucking business, that they need to go back to their rooms, and basically attempting to be dictator of McVey Hall 2nd Floor.
After a while Bob, the "voice of reason" who also happens to be a campus enforcer of some sort (I believe it's an official position), attempts to calm him down, and also makes sure that Pete doesn't just lunge over the tables and takes my head. Things slowly die down, Pete goes to his room in rage, and the rest of us begin to wonder what the hell just happened. We discuss this for a while, and Pete walks out again to berate us for talking smack about him behind his back...which we really weren't doing.
The night ends with me exiled from my own room for fear of his wrath in the night, and I stay with Cory and David. Greg, Mike, Bungle and I all go down to the office to write a report of the incident, and then we all go to bed.
I wake up Friday morning and proceed to into my room to find that everything that my shoes, clothes basket, the clothes I had on my bed, and just about anything else that could have been on the floor has been stuffed into my closet. We're talking nicely folded clothes now stuffed between doors, a pair of dirty shoes lodged in my underwear drawer...and that's not all. My Disgaea 2 game has a bunch of new scratches in it, and my Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas disc is MIA.
Oh, I forgot to mention; he woke up up Friday morning at 9:30 AM to tell me "sorry for yelling at you". Which would have been very well and good, but I find it ironic that this entire thing started with the fact that I couldn't sleep, and now here he trying to make amends by waking me up. Way to go, Pete.
It's obvious he's not sorry, though, as I continue to find more and more things either missing or wrecked in my room over the course of Friday. The Disgaea 2 disc goes MIA around this time, and I'm beginning to worry about the rest of my stuff.
Friday night arrives, and Pete's friends have taken up residence in my room, along with a bunch other drunk guys and girls from this and other dorms. I really don't know how, but my room became party central over the course of half a semester. There's all sorts of commotion coming from the room, including the fact that someone evidently shit themselves. Great. All I need to know -.-
Meanwhile, I'm out in the common area with Bungle, Mike, and Dreu, and have engrossed myself in coloring a sketch of Chester Fritz, a new character I designed. This is good, because I'm having a lot of fun with this picture, and it ends up becoming something amazing. Here it is, by the way:
Finishing this and being insanely happy, I decide it'd be a good idea to hit they hay. I go and brush my teeth and such, and proceed into my room; Pete and the rest are gone for now. The place is a mess; there's a beer bong on the floor, my desk has become a collection of beer cans, there's a huge bottle of something alcoholic on the window sill, and there's something very wet soaked through both of my pillows and my bed.
I quickly borrow Dreu's camera, photograph the entire area, and get my blanket out before it too succumbs to whatever wrath Pete can inflict. Which reminds me; I need to get those. ::mental note::
They soon returned from wherever they were, and I decided to take a shower. That went without incident, and I went back into the room to get the rest of the stuff I need. All the while, one of Pete's buddies is sitting there in a drunken stupor throwing Ritz crackers at me, and further contributing to the mess in the room. I can't believe how bad things have gotten. I finish getting all my important documents out; birth certificate, debit card, everything that could be dangerous in someone else's hands. I then vacate the area, and leave the documents, my CD binder, and my clothes bin with Dreu, who was more than happy to house it for me right now. We stayed up until 5:40 AM discussing the events of the last two days, along with anything else that comes to mind, and then I head to bed.
I've found out this morning that the stuff on my pillows and bed is water dumped by one of Pete's drunk girl friends. My room still looks like a mess. I need to make some phone calls, and pick up some stuff for the coming Anime Detour convention (IT'S THIS FRIDAY, YEAH!).
As for my state of mind, I'm in a mode of cautious optimism. On the one hand, a lot of my stuff is wrecked, and I'm an exile from my own room while Pete is still there. On the other, due to all that he's done, there may be a chance that in two weeks or less, I'll have that entire room to myself. Here's to hoping.
-dL
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