This was probably the funniest and most entertaining 10 minutes of the semester so far. Here goes.
So I have my own trash can by my desk, which I bought for personal use. Now, Spicy uses it too because we're in the same area, and I don't mind at all since she takes the trash out just as often as I do. There are also two other cans in the center of the room that everyone else generally uses.
For the first time ever probably, I witnessed Party and Queen Bee take out the trash, all the while complaining about how much garbage they produce (what, you haven't noticed that they've been overflowing like 24/7 all last semester too?). Anyway, they decided to take the trash out. WHOA.
Then they come back from the trash closet, and Party says something about how she couldn't fit it in the bin. I mean I haven't looked at it today, but I'm sure that if she had pushed it down a little it would have fit. But I think I remember her saying she left it in the hallway outside the door? Gross.
Queen Bee then comes over to Spicy and asks to have trash bags, thinking she magically has some all the time because she's the one who usually takes out their trash. I have no idea why she does that. Spicy tells her that she doesn't have any. And Queen Bee's face is about priceless at this point. She has no idea what to do. Apparently the bag of trash bags hanging in the trash closet, where they just were, didn't have the neon sign lit up and screaming at the bimbos.
So Queen Bee goes back the closet and comes back with trash bags, and I spend a minute or two watching her as she tries to figure out how to open the trash bag. In that moment, I realized that I don't think she's ever opened a trash bag in her life. She tries opening it from two ends, like picking at it with her nails is going to open it. False. Not the best approach. Meanwhile, out of her mouth comes the funniest phrase ever. I didn't hear the first half, but all I need is the second half: "...or am I just stupid?"
Perfect.
I really had to contain my laughter. I really just wanted to simply answer "Yes" but I know there would be a fight. So I held it in. But seriously. It took her and Party just to open a trash bag.
PRICELESS.
Monday, February 18, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Just the Little Things...
So I gave it a week or so in between the setting up of the blog and really starting to get into the deep shit. And it has paid off, to be honest, since I'm starting to notice little things that bug the hell out of me.
For example: the light issue.
I know that dorm lighting sucks. It does. And in our room, they gave us just about the worst fluorescent lights you could possibly buy. Glad to see where my room&board money is really going. (Obviously not to heating either, if you read my previous posts. If not, our heaters are forever broken.) Anyway! The problem with my roommates is that they like to turn the lights out quite early in the evening, and sit in total darkness. While that's okay with me when I'm not doing anything that actually requires the light, it pisses me off to no end when I'm obviously looking at papers or books and I have no source of light except either A: the faint glow of my laptop or B: the horrid fluorescents. On occasion, they will look directly at me, and still turn the lights out. Like hello, I am still working here and it's only freaking 8 o'clock at night. So my options are to then pack up and move to another building that does keep its lights on, or to pack up and give up on getting anything else done.
I have an excellent relationship with my roommates.
Another thing I so deeply enjoy is when Queen Bee and Party complain about their sorority. All I can think is: "Why the hell did you join when you don't even seem to like them?!" I mean, at least Party goes out every Thursday/Friday/Saturday with them and enjoys some quality drinking time with her sisters. The other, Queen Bee, well she doesn't seem to do crap. The most she does is go to the chapter meetings and mandatory study sessions. She never goes out with them. Or hangs out with them. Just because you can afford to be in a sorority doesn't mean you have to be in one. Just saying.
So just now Queen Bee comes in from being out all day (which was like heaven), and the first thing she bitches about is her headache, and her sorority. No, I don't give a fuck about whether or not your head hurts, and I absolutely don't care about whichever of your sisters is whining about what minuscule issue now.
To solve her headache problem, she immediately asks Party if she has Advil. I'm sorry, but doesn't everyone own some form of ibuprofen? You'd think that every family would send their kids away to college with some pain relievers and band-aids. I guess not. But I was not really surprised that she had to ask someone else for something that she needed, because it's a recurring trend of her's where she uses other people's stuff.
Example A: I see her use one of my roommate's brushes to brush her hair all the time. What? Do you not own a brush?
Example B: She asks to use my nail polishes all the time. You know I don't like you. Why would you even ask to use something of mine?
Queen Bee drives me nuts. I'm looking forward to the end of the semester when I'll never have to live with her ever again.
For example: the light issue.
I know that dorm lighting sucks. It does. And in our room, they gave us just about the worst fluorescent lights you could possibly buy. Glad to see where my room&board money is really going. (Obviously not to heating either, if you read my previous posts. If not, our heaters are forever broken.) Anyway! The problem with my roommates is that they like to turn the lights out quite early in the evening, and sit in total darkness. While that's okay with me when I'm not doing anything that actually requires the light, it pisses me off to no end when I'm obviously looking at papers or books and I have no source of light except either A: the faint glow of my laptop or B: the horrid fluorescents. On occasion, they will look directly at me, and still turn the lights out. Like hello, I am still working here and it's only freaking 8 o'clock at night. So my options are to then pack up and move to another building that does keep its lights on, or to pack up and give up on getting anything else done.
I have an excellent relationship with my roommates.
Another thing I so deeply enjoy is when Queen Bee and Party complain about their sorority. All I can think is: "Why the hell did you join when you don't even seem to like them?!" I mean, at least Party goes out every Thursday/Friday/Saturday with them and enjoys some quality drinking time with her sisters. The other, Queen Bee, well she doesn't seem to do crap. The most she does is go to the chapter meetings and mandatory study sessions. She never goes out with them. Or hangs out with them. Just because you can afford to be in a sorority doesn't mean you have to be in one. Just saying.
So just now Queen Bee comes in from being out all day (which was like heaven), and the first thing she bitches about is her headache, and her sorority. No, I don't give a fuck about whether or not your head hurts, and I absolutely don't care about whichever of your sisters is whining about what minuscule issue now.
To solve her headache problem, she immediately asks Party if she has Advil. I'm sorry, but doesn't everyone own some form of ibuprofen? You'd think that every family would send their kids away to college with some pain relievers and band-aids. I guess not. But I was not really surprised that she had to ask someone else for something that she needed, because it's a recurring trend of her's where she uses other people's stuff.
Example A: I see her use one of my roommate's brushes to brush her hair all the time. What? Do you not own a brush?
Example B: She asks to use my nail polishes all the time. You know I don't like you. Why would you even ask to use something of mine?
Queen Bee drives me nuts. I'm looking forward to the end of the semester when I'll never have to live with her ever again.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Queen Bee
Queen Bee
I can't stand her. I tolerated her all of last semester, but it has gotten to the point where I wouldn't really regret punching her right in her stupid ugly face. Her family has quite a bit of money, since they can send her here, and her older brother, and she can pay for upkeep and lessons with her horse. Yet she complains about stupid little things with her parents. I can't believe at times that she has a boyfriend, and when I do believe it, I actually feel sorry for him. She fits right in with the sorority snobs.
Lately she's been getting worse. And it can no longer be blamed on stress. It's just the way that she acts toward me. I've noticed that she treats me differently than the rest of my roommates. For example, she'll include them or ask them to do things with her. She has never made a move like that toward me. I've tried more than once to be nice to her.
A few weeks ago, she was going out to a party on the weekend and I offered to lend her one of my outfits because I knew I wouldn't wear it at the time (way too cold) and I wasn't going out. It looked okay on her, but I definitely fill it out in nicer places, if you get my drift. There was another time she borrowed a red lipstick of mine. She looked dumb. But I didn't say anything. Point is, I don't feel like ever using these things again because her slimy, bratty self was all over them.
The event that really put me over was last week. As I mentioned in another post, our heaters have been broken, and maintenance had come to try and fix them. Lucky me, my stuff was in front of the heater with the controls in them, so I had to be displaced and move all my belongings to the middle of the room. Now understand, there's not much room there to begin with, and I hated inconveniencing everyone else in the room. It was stressful for me, but there wasn't much I could do.
It took them two days to "fix" it, which we still aren't sure if it's fixed or not, but they put the radiator back on and I could move my things back. I had just gotten in from being downtown, and saw they moved my dresser back. As I began to lift the first box to begin moving back into my corner, Queen Bee comments quite bitchingly about how I need to move my shit because it's in everyone's way. I immediately looked at her and told her to her face that she didn't have to be a bitch about it. She pulled out the "Excuse Me?" line, like I would back down, and if I remember correctly, I repeated what I said. She was very offended. Good. I continued putting my stuff back into my area quietly, but inside I brimming with victory. That's probably one of the few times anyone has ever stood up to her in her life, and she had no idea how to handle it. Sorry little princess, but you're not back home. I'm not your servant.
Continuing with the story, housing had given us space heaters to make up for the broken heaters, and suggested we put them on opposite sides of the room near our beds. There's not much space between one bed and another, so on my side there's my dresser, the fridge, and Spicy's bins for some of her stuff. Queen Bee makes a statement about how I should try to fit the space heater by me, and I tell her that I have no room. Which, seriously, there is no room to fit a bulky space heater over here. If it was Tetris, I'd lose immediately. She then has the audacity to comment on how I have my dresser out from under my bed, and that nobody else has it like that. Excuse me? She must have forgotten I live here, and that there's other people in here that has stuff out from under their bed. Like I mentioned, she has never treated me like the others.
The real slap to my face is that days later, while I'm out, she texts me saying she couldn't find me (no kidding dumbass, I'm clearly not in the room) and that she borrowed my nail polish and hoped that was okay. I have been pondering what would happen if I had said that it was certainly not okay to borrow my stuff. Or even to go near my stuff. I must have forgotten to take down the "Feel Free to Take My Stuff and Use it Without Asking Me First" sign before I left. Go buy your own damn nail polish. Or borrow someone else's.
That's been a recurring theme with her. Be a little bitchy or snippety, then try to be nice or ask to use something of mine. I'm done dealing with her. I'm waiting for the next time she pulls that crap on me. The best part is that my mom is totally on my side against her. After the aforementioned incident, I called my mom to blow off steam, and she said, I quote, "You tell her that she may have been the princess back in (state name), but she's not the princess over here."
This means war.
I can't stand her. I tolerated her all of last semester, but it has gotten to the point where I wouldn't really regret punching her right in her stupid ugly face. Her family has quite a bit of money, since they can send her here, and her older brother, and she can pay for upkeep and lessons with her horse. Yet she complains about stupid little things with her parents. I can't believe at times that she has a boyfriend, and when I do believe it, I actually feel sorry for him. She fits right in with the sorority snobs.
Lately she's been getting worse. And it can no longer be blamed on stress. It's just the way that she acts toward me. I've noticed that she treats me differently than the rest of my roommates. For example, she'll include them or ask them to do things with her. She has never made a move like that toward me. I've tried more than once to be nice to her.
A few weeks ago, she was going out to a party on the weekend and I offered to lend her one of my outfits because I knew I wouldn't wear it at the time (way too cold) and I wasn't going out. It looked okay on her, but I definitely fill it out in nicer places, if you get my drift. There was another time she borrowed a red lipstick of mine. She looked dumb. But I didn't say anything. Point is, I don't feel like ever using these things again because her slimy, bratty self was all over them.
The event that really put me over was last week. As I mentioned in another post, our heaters have been broken, and maintenance had come to try and fix them. Lucky me, my stuff was in front of the heater with the controls in them, so I had to be displaced and move all my belongings to the middle of the room. Now understand, there's not much room there to begin with, and I hated inconveniencing everyone else in the room. It was stressful for me, but there wasn't much I could do.
It took them two days to "fix" it, which we still aren't sure if it's fixed or not, but they put the radiator back on and I could move my things back. I had just gotten in from being downtown, and saw they moved my dresser back. As I began to lift the first box to begin moving back into my corner, Queen Bee comments quite bitchingly about how I need to move my shit because it's in everyone's way. I immediately looked at her and told her to her face that she didn't have to be a bitch about it. She pulled out the "Excuse Me?" line, like I would back down, and if I remember correctly, I repeated what I said. She was very offended. Good. I continued putting my stuff back into my area quietly, but inside I brimming with victory. That's probably one of the few times anyone has ever stood up to her in her life, and she had no idea how to handle it. Sorry little princess, but you're not back home. I'm not your servant.
Continuing with the story, housing had given us space heaters to make up for the broken heaters, and suggested we put them on opposite sides of the room near our beds. There's not much space between one bed and another, so on my side there's my dresser, the fridge, and Spicy's bins for some of her stuff. Queen Bee makes a statement about how I should try to fit the space heater by me, and I tell her that I have no room. Which, seriously, there is no room to fit a bulky space heater over here. If it was Tetris, I'd lose immediately. She then has the audacity to comment on how I have my dresser out from under my bed, and that nobody else has it like that. Excuse me? She must have forgotten I live here, and that there's other people in here that has stuff out from under their bed. Like I mentioned, she has never treated me like the others.
The real slap to my face is that days later, while I'm out, she texts me saying she couldn't find me (no kidding dumbass, I'm clearly not in the room) and that she borrowed my nail polish and hoped that was okay. I have been pondering what would happen if I had said that it was certainly not okay to borrow my stuff. Or even to go near my stuff. I must have forgotten to take down the "Feel Free to Take My Stuff and Use it Without Asking Me First" sign before I left. Go buy your own damn nail polish. Or borrow someone else's.
That's been a recurring theme with her. Be a little bitchy or snippety, then try to be nice or ask to use something of mine. I'm done dealing with her. I'm waiting for the next time she pulls that crap on me. The best part is that my mom is totally on my side against her. After the aforementioned incident, I called my mom to blow off steam, and she said, I quote, "You tell her that she may have been the princess back in (state name), but she's not the princess over here."
This means war.
Spicy, Absent, Snooze, Party
Spicy
Spicy is the only one I would probably consider my friend. I can actually talk to her without being shot down, bitched at, or judged. Plus she actually uses her ears and listens. Imagine that. A college girl listening. Blasphemy.
Last semester, Fall 2012, she was still in a relationship with her boyfriend for a year or two or however long it was. It was probably more dramatic than a soap opera mixed with one of the Twilight films. And rockier than the freakin' Rocky Mountains. I can't even tell you how many times they would argue and fight and yell over the phone. I've consoled her most of those times, and told her he's not worth it. She finally took my advice and they broke up over Thanksgiving break. Thank every deity ever.
I don't really have anything bad to say about her, except that she's more open about nudity. I've seen her boobs more times than I'd like. Which would have been zero. At least she takes out the trash (which is in my personal trash can that other people seem to like to use) when she throws her stuff in it. Other than that, she's my friend, and we're both trapped in a supplemental for next year.
Absent
Absent is, well, absent. Most of the time. I'm lucky if I see her twice a day. It's usually in the mornings, and occasionally late at night. She usually stays in studio for most of the day and night. Props to her for working hard. She deserves to play hard, like she usually does on weekends. So I still don't see her then.
The only things that bother me is her tomboyish attitude and personality, but she still has some girly areas. Like the Justin Bieber and One Direction crap. Yeeeeah no. You can't put that next to soccer, Harry Potter, and Star Wars. It doesn't blend. Oh and she snores really loudly.
Snooze
Snooze is just a whiner, a complainer, a whatever you want to substitute for those adjectives. All she does is sleep. Rarely do I see her do work. Or she's always on her phone or laptop. Sorry that you sleep all day, and then can't sleep at night. Maybe if you didn't sleep so much, and put away your electronics, you'd fall asleep. But what do I know, I just get my normal amount of sleep, with a nap between classes and work, when I have it.
She is one of the ones that likes to use my trash can. I have not seen her empty it once. I've considered taking her trash out and leaving it on her desk. It's not the community can that came with the room. It's mine. I empty it. I change the bag. She doesn't do ANYTHING.
Snooze is also really messy and unorganized. I understand not everyone is neat and clean, but damn, her shit just spreads out into my area and into the middle of the room. Keep it contained. I have a cubbyhole to begin with.
The only thing that was semi-redeeming was that one night she was drunk and fell off her bed. Didn't see it, but just imagining it makes me feel better about myself.
Party
Party is just your typical sorority girl. Kinda goofy, little bit of an airhead at times, but I like to think she tries to be genuinely nice. Don't have much to say about her to be honest, because I don't really have that much interaction with her, now that I think about it.
Spicy is the only one I would probably consider my friend. I can actually talk to her without being shot down, bitched at, or judged. Plus she actually uses her ears and listens. Imagine that. A college girl listening. Blasphemy.
Last semester, Fall 2012, she was still in a relationship with her boyfriend for a year or two or however long it was. It was probably more dramatic than a soap opera mixed with one of the Twilight films. And rockier than the freakin' Rocky Mountains. I can't even tell you how many times they would argue and fight and yell over the phone. I've consoled her most of those times, and told her he's not worth it. She finally took my advice and they broke up over Thanksgiving break. Thank every deity ever.
I don't really have anything bad to say about her, except that she's more open about nudity. I've seen her boobs more times than I'd like. Which would have been zero. At least she takes out the trash (which is in my personal trash can that other people seem to like to use) when she throws her stuff in it. Other than that, she's my friend, and we're both trapped in a supplemental for next year.
Absent
Absent is, well, absent. Most of the time. I'm lucky if I see her twice a day. It's usually in the mornings, and occasionally late at night. She usually stays in studio for most of the day and night. Props to her for working hard. She deserves to play hard, like she usually does on weekends. So I still don't see her then.
The only things that bother me is her tomboyish attitude and personality, but she still has some girly areas. Like the Justin Bieber and One Direction crap. Yeeeeah no. You can't put that next to soccer, Harry Potter, and Star Wars. It doesn't blend. Oh and she snores really loudly.
Snooze
Snooze is just a whiner, a complainer, a whatever you want to substitute for those adjectives. All she does is sleep. Rarely do I see her do work. Or she's always on her phone or laptop. Sorry that you sleep all day, and then can't sleep at night. Maybe if you didn't sleep so much, and put away your electronics, you'd fall asleep. But what do I know, I just get my normal amount of sleep, with a nap between classes and work, when I have it.
She is one of the ones that likes to use my trash can. I have not seen her empty it once. I've considered taking her trash out and leaving it on her desk. It's not the community can that came with the room. It's mine. I empty it. I change the bag. She doesn't do ANYTHING.
Snooze is also really messy and unorganized. I understand not everyone is neat and clean, but damn, her shit just spreads out into my area and into the middle of the room. Keep it contained. I have a cubbyhole to begin with.
The only thing that was semi-redeeming was that one night she was drunk and fell off her bed. Didn't see it, but just imagining it makes me feel better about myself.
Party
Party is just your typical sorority girl. Kinda goofy, little bit of an airhead at times, but I like to think she tries to be genuinely nice. Don't have much to say about her to be honest, because I don't really have that much interaction with her, now that I think about it.
The Problem With Supplemental Housing
Supplemental is probably the worst housing situation you could be put into. I highly discourage it. If you get stuck in here, I pity you. And because my school values me so much, and the system is "random," I got another contract for supplemental for next year. But I'll be damned if I don't get moved out after the first month or two.
There's some technical problems with this room. The rooms were not designed for people to live in, as they may cram up to eight, yes you read correctly, eight people in one of these fantastic rooms. The beds are mostly lofted, and pushed up against the only wall that is open, which happen to be home to all the heaters. Oh, and ours are broken. That's an ongoing issue, but I'll talk about that whole story later. The room was really meant to be a lounge, so it is two stories with a staircase and a mini balcony where we house our clothing racks - not closets, just racks. Throw in some horribly dusty fluorescent lights, and it's home sweet home!
Just kidding...
The worst part of living in supplemental is probably that there is absolutely no privacy. It's a rare occurrence when all my roommates are gone at once for more than an hour or two from the day. I swear I have not seen my naked body in months, except when I have gone home for breaks. Everyone has to know everyone's business. And to be honest, I don't care who hooked up with who, or what dumb fight you're having with your boyfriend.
I thought I could like these girls. HAHAHA.
There's some technical problems with this room. The rooms were not designed for people to live in, as they may cram up to eight, yes you read correctly, eight people in one of these fantastic rooms. The beds are mostly lofted, and pushed up against the only wall that is open, which happen to be home to all the heaters. Oh, and ours are broken. That's an ongoing issue, but I'll talk about that whole story later. The room was really meant to be a lounge, so it is two stories with a staircase and a mini balcony where we house our clothing racks - not closets, just racks. Throw in some horribly dusty fluorescent lights, and it's home sweet home!
Just kidding...
The worst part of living in supplemental is probably that there is absolutely no privacy. It's a rare occurrence when all my roommates are gone at once for more than an hour or two from the day. I swear I have not seen my naked body in months, except when I have gone home for breaks. Everyone has to know everyone's business. And to be honest, I don't care who hooked up with who, or what dumb fight you're having with your boyfriend.
I thought I could like these girls. HAHAHA.
Monday, January 28, 2013
A Little Precursor
For obvious reasons, I won't be disclosing my name or the names of the people I am forced to deal with. I will refer to myself as my nickname, Mimi. I currently have 5 other roommates, although I had 6, but she was smart and moved out a month or two into living here. We'll call her Escape. There's not much I can say about her. Other than her excessive calls to her family 4-5 times a day. That was a little crazy.
Roommate #1: Spicy. She's Hispanic. And my favorite out of all of them. Don't have much against her. Except that when she gets into an argument on the phone it's the scariest thing in the world.
Roommate #2: Snooze. She just sleeps all the time. All the damn time. And then she complains when she can't sleep at night. Or complains when the light is on at night when she's trying to sleep. Which is dumb because she'll sleep during the day with natural light. Don't ask, I don't get it either. She also likes to complain about every little thing.
Roommate #3: Party. Don't have too much against her, except she's kind of a typical sorority partying bimbo. She has her decent moments though.
Roommate #4: Absent. She's in a tough major, which requires most of her time, so she's rarely here. And she enjoys going out to hell knows where, and often sleeps out at her boyfriend's. However, she's definitely an odd person. She's kind of tomboyish, and a little annoying at times, but she's not so bad, since I don't see her often.
Roommate #5: Queen Bee. I call her this because that is exactly her attitude. She hails from the Midwest, and I don't know if she was the princess over there, but she definitely has tried to enforce her rule over people here too. She is most definitely my least favorite. Everything about her ticks me off, and I know it's not that I have a problem. Unless my problem is her (which is the case).
So these are just the girls I have to live with in my room. I'll make up names and profiles for people that I feel need to be included as I move along. Here we go!
Roommate #1: Spicy. She's Hispanic. And my favorite out of all of them. Don't have much against her. Except that when she gets into an argument on the phone it's the scariest thing in the world.
Roommate #2: Snooze. She just sleeps all the time. All the damn time. And then she complains when she can't sleep at night. Or complains when the light is on at night when she's trying to sleep. Which is dumb because she'll sleep during the day with natural light. Don't ask, I don't get it either. She also likes to complain about every little thing.
Roommate #3: Party. Don't have too much against her, except she's kind of a typical sorority partying bimbo. She has her decent moments though.
Roommate #4: Absent. She's in a tough major, which requires most of her time, so she's rarely here. And she enjoys going out to hell knows where, and often sleeps out at her boyfriend's. However, she's definitely an odd person. She's kind of tomboyish, and a little annoying at times, but she's not so bad, since I don't see her often.
Roommate #5: Queen Bee. I call her this because that is exactly her attitude. She hails from the Midwest, and I don't know if she was the princess over there, but she definitely has tried to enforce her rule over people here too. She is most definitely my least favorite. Everything about her ticks me off, and I know it's not that I have a problem. Unless my problem is her (which is the case).
So these are just the girls I have to live with in my room. I'll make up names and profiles for people that I feel need to be included as I move along. Here we go!
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