My roommate has been absolutely intolerable the past few days! She hasn’t gotten out of bed in over 48 hours and when I try and talk to her she just flat out ignores me. I’m trying not to be a bitch so I’ve mostly been sticking to making passive aggressive comments about her behavior. I told her that personally I take showers everyday so I don’t stink up the entire room but her “natural” lifestyle is fine too. I mean, I’m trying to be nice but she’s starting to smell so bad, she must have some food rotting under her bed or something. It’s disgusting!
It hasn’t been all bad though. Even though she hasn’t been answering anything that I say, I know she’s listening. I told her a story of how my dad’s snoring used to keep me up at night and how I kind of don’t mind her insane snoring because it reminds me of him. She totally picked up on what I was hinting at the last few nights–I haven’t heard her so much as breathe!
I also gently mentioned that I personally like to clean up spills right when they happen so they don’t stain, but her method is cool too. I walked into the room the other day to find that she had spilled some thick red wine all over the floor. It was pooled under her bed and sprayed on the walls a little. How she managed to do that I have no idea, but if she thinks I’m going to clean it, she has another thing coming.
I could have put up with it until she pulled last night’s stunt. I come back from my class to see the door taped off with caution tape. There were sirens and police uniforms and the whole nine yards. When I saw that, I nearly lost it. Like, really?! One of the first things I told her was that I LOVE theme parties and she didn’t even think to include me in this? It just really hurt my feelings! And then to top it all off I wasn’t even allowed into the party. They claimed it was for “authorized personnel only” but I don’t understand how I didn’t make the VIP list to a party in my room. The only thing that made me feel better was that the police outfits were really tacky. Honestly, I’ve seen a better slutty cop costume in the bookstore.
This morning, I finally felt ready to call her out on her bullshit but when I got to the room, all her stuff was gone. She moved out without even telling me! When I asked my RA if she knew where she relocated to, I was told she was in the morgue. It must be an upperclassmen building that I haven’t heard of and I’m super pissed about it. The worst part of it was everyone in my hall was crying over her being gone! Like really, with all the crap she pulled she could be dead for all I care.