So, he acted pretty normal today. We were all hanging out, including him and his exgf, and everything went okay. We went to a bar where they have pool tables, but it’s like $10 an hour and we were there for three hours, so one of my friends must spent a pretty good amount of money (on top of $7 cocktails).
Then we all went back to a friend’s house to play beer pong, and he’s a really cool guy apart from the predilection for beer pong. FRIEND was friends with exgf long before exgf even knew my roommate. So, we play a few round of beer pong, and everyone is ready to leave. Roommate really wants to walk exgf home, but FRIEND prevents this by offering that either he or his air force buddy was going to do so. I wasn’t paying too much attention, but apparently roommate really wanted to do so, but I just now realize that even though they were all drunk, they still had the subtext that roommate shouldn’t do that because exgf doesn’t want it. So they argue for a little bit, and exgf’s cute friend (surprisingly good at beer pong) calls the campus walking service and they drive exgf, exgf’s cute friend, Passionfruit, and Passionfruit’s old dorm buddy back their respective locations, while I jog back with roommate.
Passionfruit’s old dorm roommate is crashing in her room, so when roommate and I get back, they’ve already arrived. While we were jogging, roommate talked about how he thinks FRIEND is trying to get with exgf, which is stupid. They’re close, but if it were going to happen, it would have happened by now. Yeah, FRIEND was “all over” exgf, but he was also all over me and a bunch of his other friends because that’s just who he is. He’s a really close guy.
Anyway, I don’t think the jog back calmed him down any because he tried to smash a storefront window with his elbow (didn’t work, life is not like the movies) but he was pretty drunk. When we got back into the building, there were two mostly-empty Heineken bottles from someone else’s party near the front door. I’m like, “hey someone else had a party” and he grabs one, kicks open the building door, and throws it on the ground. He’s a fucking idiot, our apartment building has security cameras everywhere, but I guess drunk enough not to care.
When we came back up, he takes her sunglasses which she left here, and throws them out the window (fifth floor). Passionfruit tries to stop him, and he knocks over her favorite plant (fava bean) while throwing the glasses out the window. I’m in the living room scrambling some eggs because I haven’t had a real meal all day. I also heated up some soup that Nutella made (it was weird, it was incredibly spicy but kind of like ratatouille. But all of the tomatoes and onions tasted they still had a lot of integrity, so she might not have cooked it for a long time. It would have made a good appetizer.) Anyway, roommate just gets more and more pissed, and he slams my half of the door. (We share a room, and it has two sliding doors, and he slammed my half so hard it broke at the bottom.) Then, I rush over to fix it, but I’m still outside the room, and he closes his and latches the room shut. There’s no way to get inside because the latch is a locking mechanism, so I just kind of resignedly say, “oh well, I guess I’ll sleep out here tonight.”
A few minutes later, roommate opens the door for whatever reason, and Passionfruit runs in and gets in his face about how he’s being so inconsiderate. They yell at each other for a few minutes, and she leaves the room, while I’m still at the table eating scrambled eggs and the really spicy soup. Roommate can be heard changing clothes in the room, and he comes out in rain-weather appropriate clothes with his backpack, which he angrily fills with some pretzels and something from the pantry. He then storms out, slamming the door. A minute later he comes back in, grabs his knife, and I see him putting it in his inside pocket as he walks past me again. So he walks out, slams the door, and he’s gone for good.
Rewind back to yesterday. Our former roommate, Archibald (whom I realize that I enjoy because although he can be frustrating, he is one of few people who tells me the truth and is therefore valuable) borrowed my graduation robe/hat because he probably didn’t feel like paying $50 for a set himself. Today he comes back after his graduation (We went to his reception in hopes of seeing him, but he didn’t go to it. The little pastries and stuff were really good there.) and he returns my robe and hat. He also has a lei, which he thinks is stupid and I agree. It’s a waste of flowers. So many flowers. And it’s not like you can just put them in some water and they’ll be okay for a few days, they’re pretty much dead. Anyway, I’ve never had a lei, so I wanted Passionfruit to take a picture of me in one, so while roommate is storming in and out for the knife, I’m posing for a picture. That’s when I notice him with the knife in his inside pocket.
So we tried calling him, and he picks up to tell us to fuck off and then hang up. My call lasted seven seconds. Passionfruit’s lasted a few seconds more. We thought he might be on the roof because I heard noise up there, but he wasn’t up there. Maybe he’s in the forest again.
Whatever. During the jog, I tried talking to him, but he got really combative and it didn’t help at all. I’m glad this retarded shit is happening now that I don’t have to live with him because I really would not elect to live with him again.