I had the odd fortune of having three roommates last year, my freshmen year in college. My first roommate did not show up at all. His name was on the door, but the guy never came, never responded to any of my emails, and none of the RAs or anyone involved with housing knew where this guy was. He was, essentially, a ghost.
I enjoyed having the room to myself; my new friends and I would use the other bed as a couch to watch movies on, but no one can ever really get that lucky. After a weekend visiting home, I returned to find my room completely redecorated, as a new person seemed to have been assigned as my roommate.
You can tell a lot about a person by the way he or she decorates their bedroom. I was able to tell the type of person my new roommate (we will call him Jason for the sake of this story) would be immediately after taking a sweeping glance around the room. From the American Flag Bald Eagle bedspread, to the poster critiquing the qualities of a dutiful woman, but none could com