Love In The Asylum

Things I Do Not Understand About My Roommate:

1. Why she felt the need to cover the sink and the kitchen counters with a layer of paper towels. Wasteful AND deeply baffling.

2. Why she needed to get out seven bottles of vodka for three people. And yes, I counted, because every surface not covered in paper towels is covered in bottles.

3. WHY SHE BROUGHT HER FRIENDS BACK TO AFTER-PARTY AT 2AM ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT.

The sad thing is, this still doesn't top Freshman Roommate having sex with her boyfriend while I was in the room. But it's coming close. I don't think anyone who's ever had a flatshare could blame me for contemplating homicide right now.

I have a new roommate! Well, a new future roommate; I don't think Freshman Roommate is going anywhere in the next few days. But come September she will be off to Crothers (with, uh, every single other freshman in my dorm, I swear), and I will have a new roommate, hereby known as Apartment Roommate. Because we are sharing an apartment!

Playing Roommate Roulette is always a bit risky, but at least drawing into an apartment gives me a little more margin of error - since I have my own room (OMG), I'm willing to excuse a lot, so as long as she isn't growing alien lifeforms in the bath or scheduling drunken orgies without telling me, we'll probably be able to work things out. She seems nice, though!

Ha, I'm really embarrassingly excited about the prospect of having a bedroom all to myself, and a bathroom I don't have to share with an entire floor and all their drunken friends, and a kitchen. YOU GUYS I GET MY OWN KITCHEN JUST LIKE A REAL GROWN-UP. My dad even said he would let me take the bread machine back to school with me, since he never uses it when I'm not home. I have plans for some seriously Epic Baking next year. :D

 
1. I have no class on Fridays.
2. Because it is the first week back, I have no sections on Friday.
3. Because it is the first week back, tonight was the only shift I had to work for the week.
4. Because it is Snow Trip, all the freshmen will be gone all weekend. Including my freshman roommate. (It is weird rooming with a freshman, but she is a total sweetie so I'm not complaining.)

If I manage to put pants on at some point in the next three days, I will be very impressed with myself. I have serious plans for this weekend, and most of them are horrendously self-indulgent. (Hint: they involve several Sherlock Holmes novels, Due South season three, and ice cream) I figure the rest of the quarter is going to be insane, so I might as well get in my lazing around now while I still have the chance. Right? Right.

Okay, so before my roommate left for New York for the week, she gave me a mini-lecture about taking the trash out at some point while was she was gone. Which, alright, I'll give her that one. I'm pretty lazy and terrible about remembering to do things like that, she's almost always the one to take our trash out. I could use a little prodding, and it's not fair to assume that she'll always do it. Nothing wrong there, even if the lecture was a bit eye-rollingly condecending.

EXCEPT. When she left for the airport, she left a tray of half-eaten food on the FLOOR. What the fucking hell? That's beyond lazy into just DISGUSTING. And after she told me off about taking the trash out, I'm kind of pissed off about it.

I just have to keep telling myself: ONE MORE WEEK AND I WILL NEVER SEE HER AGAIN.

HEY GUYS I HAS A ROOMMATE.

Well, I mean, I have a roommate now - in fact she's sleeping four feet away, which is why I am typing in the dark - but now I have a roommate for next year.

I missed my in-house draw last year because I stop checking my email when I'm stressed and thus didn't know when it was until two hours after it was over, so I wasn't really sure what to expect with this one. And since I draw by myself, I didn't have a roommate already lined up, and was just banking on meeting someone at the draw I didn't hate on sight.

Basically, I figured it would be an exercise in Watch masterofmidgets  Be Socially Awkward - I mean, when we do group projects in class, I'm always the one who the teacher has to pair off at the end because god forbid I actually talk to another person without making an idiot out of myself or having a panic attack. But it went well! The person standing right next to me when we started was also lacking a roommate, and we hit it off pretty quick. More or less compatible sleep schedules, which is a big deal in a one-room double, and she seems quite nice and funny. And she's an Obama campaigning IR major, which is a big plus. I really hope this works out well. *fingers crossed*

Got a decent room, too, despite my draw number being on the low side of God Awful. I mean, the doubles in Cardenal are all pretty uniformly Tiny and Square, but we got one that is close to the laundry room and the showers, and it's on the first floor, THANK GOD. So you know, I'm decently happy about that.

IN UNRELATED NEWS: I really hate that the only time I am motivated to write is when I have a fuckton of work to do, but things are what they are, and there doesn't seem to be much I can do about it. So here, have a ficlet.

 

( I can't believe the first Due South story I'm writing is Huey/Louie. *headdesks* )

 

I think my roommate and I have been sharing a room for too long. I mean, judging by the fact that right now I want to strangle her merely for the fact of her existence. There she is, sitting in her chair, breathing air and doing her homework! How dare she!

This is mostly because I am still sick (yes, still, wtf body) and want to wallow in my pathetic-ness without her being around to see it, but still it remains that the last month or so, a lot of really tiny stuff she does has been driving me up the wall. Not even the normal annoying stuff, like bringing her loud friends over late or vacuuming at 2am or being a drama queen with her boyfriend. Just stuff like...turning the lights on when I want them off, or leaving the windows open, or playing bad tv when I'm reading. Normal things that I know didn't bother me a few months ago, but now mean I want to kill her ALL THE TIME.

I think 9 months is just too long to live with a stranger in a room the size of a shoebox. She's nice enough, but we're not friends - we don't run in the same circles, we aren't studying the same things, we don't share any interests, and we are just very, very different people. So we've got along alright, but we've never clicked as more than just roommates, and now I am so ready to NOT BE ROOMMATES ANYMORE GOD.

I hope I get a single next year.  And when I get home for the summer, I am locking myself in my room for a week and not talking to ANYONE.

Roommate's philosophy major friend is over (my only friday class was cancelled, or I would be seriously annoyed about this), and man...they are both perfectly nice people, they really are, but sometimes it makes me actually physically uncomfortable to listen to them talk.

It's not that they are shallow and kind of boring - they are, but hey, I know the stuff I'm into is really boring to them too - it's that they are SO FUCKING PRIVILEGED. I mean, they are both very upper middle class girls from Asian countries going to an Ivy League level school, you do the math. They are self-centered and immature and really entitled. They spend their vacations going on cruises and book fancy hotel rooms for weekend trips to the city and anything they ever wanted their parents have bought for them. I don't think either of them have ever really had to go without something they needed. And what is perhaps more irritating, they think that they are so hard-off, that their lives are so difficult. And I just...I think about doing my homework in the dark because our electricity got shut off, eating peanut butter sandwiches every day for a week because there's nothing else in the house, going to school in the same clothes as the day before because my mom's boyfriend threw me out of the house - and I just want to grab them and shake them because I do not understand how they can so epically NOT GET IT.

It does not help that I had to listen to a long rant from roommate about her interview trying to get a job RA-ing next year which mostly consisted of her bitching about how haaaaard it is to want to go into investment banking because everyone thinks they are crooks and the industry has such a bad reputation now and they just want to kill investment banking because it doesn't make anything 'real' and they didn't do anything wrong, you guys, it was all a misunderstanding!

*headdesks*

Roommate (to boyfriend, while she does her make-up): I just don't think any of the people you have guy-crushes on will be there.

Roommate's Boyfriend: that's because they're into more the hippity-hoppity stuff. Kids these days like what they call hip-hop.

Me: *dies laughing*

I HAS AN EXCHANGE STUDENT.

I don't really mind my roommate not bothering to tell me that she was taking in a hamster, but I really wish she had told me we were going to have an exchange student shwoing up today! I was very boggled when she showed up at our door with her suitcase, especially as roommate was not here at the time. Why am I always the last person to know that there will be random people living in my room?

She seems very nice - her name is Kaoru, she's from Japan, obviously, although I missed the name of her city. Her English is about on par with my Japanese, which should make for some interesting conversations. I think she's only going to be here for a week or so, which is probably a good thing as I am not big on intrusions into my space, nice as she may be, but it should be fun for that long. I've been showing her around the dorm a little, and then she's going out with her friends in the program.

BUT. This has nothing to do with roommate but how can I be appalled at anything when: BAAAAAAAAAART!!!! Not dead! Not a grown-up anymore! Not dead! OMFGYAY!

...If DC does bad things to him, people will seriously hurt them.

So now we have a hamster.

Like, I haven't seen my roommate in three days, and then out of nowhere she comes home and is all "HEY WE CAN HAS HAMSTER PLZ?" and while I'm blinking and being boggled she and her boyfriend were already on the floor putting the cage together.

The slightly less baffling version of this story is: her boyfriend lives on campus and has a bunch of pets, including at least one cat I know of and several hamsters. But one of the hamsters started killing the other ones, and he freaked out that all his hamsters were going to die, so he asked her to take one of them so it wouldn't be devoured. Not sure how long we will have it, but whatever, it's pretty cute. I got to play with it while they were setting the cage up, and it is all fuzzy and fat and absurd looking. What can I say, I'm easily won over.

I meant to get a bunch of shit done today, but between being totally wrecked from running around SF in the middle of the night and having to work a shift at the call center, I was totally useless and exhausted all evening. I accomplished nothing! Aside from reading comics and listening to songs about the space program. Hopefully tomorrow will be a little more productive.