I've heard rumors of people who have somehow manage to go their entire lives without having to share their living space with another person and if they do in fact exist, they should not be allowed to vote because of their general lack of perspective when it comes to life.
Having a roommate is one of those things that seems normal until you taste the other side and realize sacrifices you were forced to make in college (and the ones you made after graduating and realizing your degree didn't come with all of the money you were promised as a a kid).
In the best case scenario, you live with someone you know you get along with who's been vetted for quirks that make you irrationally angry.
In the worst case scenario, you understand how it the real Ned Schneebly felt in "School of Rock."
I've been just unsuccessful enough to have the chance to cohabitate with a number of people over the years, so I've gotten to experience a range of colorful personalities -- like the exchange student who practiced the same violin piece for two hours a night for almost three straight months.
You might be shocked to learn that particular individual wasn't a big partier, but the same can't be said for many of the people I've lived with since bonding with my freshman roommate over our love of the Dave Matthews Band.
Even if I didn't spend the night out with those people, I learned that there are certain signs you can look for in the morning to figure out how drunk they got the night before.
In most of these pictures, I'm assuming the answer to that query is "very."