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i don’t like my roomate.

when i first moved in she was great. we talked, laughed, had lots of fun.

after i moved in she had her appendix taken out, and during that time her mom came to stay with us. which was really not a big deal at first. i like parents, i make a good impression…

the first big thing is that her mom is a screamer, she doesn’t talk with people, she just yells at them. so this immediatly put me on edge, i don’t like to see anyone get yelled at. it makes me nervous, and when i get nervous i have serious physical symptoms. so she liked to yell at my roomate, my roomates boyfriend and her husband via telephone.

she also liked to clean. now i also don’t mind someone else cleaning my apartment. less work for me whoo hoo!
but what i do not like is people going through my food/bathroom cabinents and rearranging things. cleaning out the fridge and throwing away my leftovers etc. but i tolerated it like a champ. go sarah!

lastly i do not like people telling me what i should or should not do. for example, my roomates mom should not have lectured me on the proper way to clean a lint trap when using the dryer. i graduated highschool, i know how to use a lint trap.

so this all happened, and i prevailed. because i am rocking
a few days after the mother from hell left, my roomate got in a SCREAMING fight with her on the phone. i have no idea what it was about, and i really don’t care. the point is, that i don’t like people screaming, and it makes me uncomfortable to have someone in the next room screaming into the phone.

after the scream-fest my roomate told me that it was the first time she had ever screamed at anyone and that she felt really bad for doing it. that she doesn’t like to get angry. to me, it was a sigh of relief. i am the type of person who never reacts out of anger. i walk away, assess the situation and come up with some scathing words to be spoken in an inside voice.

so a few weeks later, it brings us to this past monday, a week ago. alexia and i went out. after the parties we decided to make a replica of our favorite breakfast the "southern skillet" which is eggs, layered omlette style, hash browns, sausage gravy and cheese. we didn’t do such a hot job making the dish. we burned the hash browns, and used turkey gravy, but it was still okay. we also watched the movie "i am sam"(aka best movie ever) by the time i was done eating, watching etc…it was 6am. DEFINATLY time for sleep. so we left all of our dishes and went to sleep. also, during this time span of 4am-6am we decided to have some people over the next night for a little pre-bar party(around 10 people). so i posted a quick little message on myspace and on my AIM.

also, my roomates are not home. they had been at their boyfriends for over three days and did not tell me when they would be returning

NEXT MORNING
so i wake up to discover that my roomate (same one with the bitchy mom) got home sometime between 7am(when i fell asleep) and 11am. I think, no big deal. I will tell her about our pre-bar get together and clean up my dishes. before i even walked out of my suite she began screaming at me. because i planned a PARTY without her permission and because i left my dishes out. I let her yell at me for 5 minutes before i walked away to regroup. When I returned, I asked her not to yell at me and she replied that "you fucked up, and deserve to be yelled at" i insisted that no one deserves such treatment, and she called me a liar and a plethora of other colorful names. i even apologized, even thought i did nothing wrong…leaving dishes in the kitchen for 4 hours is hardly a felony. and asking her permission to have my friends over? i mean, come on. her fat ass boyfriend is here everyday and i don’t make her ask for my permission.

she demanded that i clean the whole apartment by 6, and i walked away. she was screaming at me over the most trivial things possible. and i just won’t take that from little miss piggy.

so we spent a few days ignoring each other. i am still really angry and won’t talk to her about anything besides apartment concerns(we have an ant problem)

but basically i think i deserve an apology. because i apologized for leaving my dishes out and for not getting permission to have friends over. she is pretty much crazy i think

other things that bother me

• she always puts my delicates in the dryer. i cannot count how many times i have asked her not to. and she always responds, well i put them on the low setting. i thought it would be okay. and i want to scream, it’s not okay miss piggy, thats why i tell you everytime that it is not okay
• her boyfriend is ALWAYS here. but he has never said a single word to me. not even a handshake when i tried to introduce myself
• they are always on the couch making out. if you want to make out, go to your room.
• he drinks mountain dew straight out of the two liter. gross.
• she never does her own dishes but acts like the hitler of the sink
• she has a pot belly, weights more than i do, but wears shirts two sizes smaller than me
• she squeals like a pig when she is excited
• she works at O-Ink who’s mascot is a pig
• wears polyester on a regular basis
• is obsessed with pandas, purple and tinkerbell and doesn’t own anything that doesn’t have one or a combination of the three
• did i mention she is fat?

so i am right, she is wrong. i am skinny, she is fat. and thank the lord i don’t drink from a two liter mountain dew bottle.