I swear this was my roommate sophomore year............
So I went to ISU after JUCO and even though I had a bunch of HS friends down there, I decided late and figured it'd be okay to live in Freddy and meet some new people. I met a few, a couple girls, but my roomates were something else. All four were engineer students. Not like the smart cool ones who you couldn't figure out how they partied like that and still managed an engineering curriculum. These were the types who would play video games all the way through the night when they first came out. One was actually a really good dude who you could talk to about sports and he'd have friends over and was pretty normal. The other two rarely had any friends at our place. One of those guys was a really passive aggressive ****. The other was a nice guy but we had nothing in common. If a girl stayed at our place I got a look and to this day I don't know if it was a look saying "You're a heathen" or "you're a God." Likely heathen since it wasn't exactly Jessica Simpson we're talking about here.
Anyway, we all brought a few plates and silverware and what have you. I figure we all share a kitchen, I do basically everyone's dishes, it makes sense that we don't really segregate dishware. So for a couple weeks, I'm just using whatever not paying attention. Well, one day, about a third of it has moved. Now, this guy has already been a condescending jerk to me so I use his plate and a fork. The next day, I come back to the room, go to eat something and open the cabinet to see a note that says, "XXXXXXs stuff, no touchy." The good thing was, since I hate passive aggressiveness, threw his stuff in his room with a note that said "The common areas of the apartment are not for private items" I also had to do that with dirty dishes because he evidently was real worried about our germs but not stuff growing on dirty dishes. I also suspect he's the ******* that would always turn the thermostat to 75 but I was never able to catch him. The other 3 of us complained about it so it had to be him. About halfway through the year I spent every weekend on a buddies futon. What kind of 20 year old says "no touchy?"