I have decided I know what I love most about college and living out on my own. It isn't a permanent living situation. I have been living with 6 girls for the past 9 months. It was great to start out- but after the third day I knew things were going to be extremely hard. I had a roommate who shall remain unnamed this girl is the stupidest person I have ever met. I know that is harsh but it is the truth. The first day of school she asked me how to make a grilled cheese sandwich, I tried helping her out and tried teaching her but she refused to listen to me. So after our house was filled with smoke and the charcoal flavored cheese sandwich was outside I asked her if she wanted me to teach her how to actually make a grill cheese sandwich. She finally accepted my help. This isn't all with this girl it is just the beginning. A few weeks later our apartment smelled like something had died in it and we all decided to get together and clean the apartment- my dear sweet retarded roommate decided to put Salad Supreme Seasoning in the dishwasher instead of dish washer detergent. Why? I have no idea- I think she had an evil plan to make me the germaphobe go crazy...and it was starting to work. After running the dishwasher around 20 times we finally got the seasoning off our dishes and out of the dishwasher. Then she would go five or six days without showering- which is fine go for it...but once you start to smell so bad that every time I walk by you I gag...YOU NEED TO SHOWER!
My all time favorite thing- she is a pathological liar. My food kept disappearing and I would ask all the girls in the apartment if they happened to eat my food. Everyone deny ed it- well I finally had had it my homemade strawberry jam kept getting lower and lower and I hadn't eaten any of it. The threat notes on the food weren't working, licking all my food wasn't working, nothing worked on this girl. And it wasn't that she was just eating my jam- it was that she left that gross peanut butter residue inside the jar- when you make a PB & J please please use a different utensil to get the peanut butter and the jam! Well about two weeks before she moved out I decided to get even...I wanted my homemade jam and I was sick and tired of being the bad guy because I thought she was gross. So I decided since there was very little jam left I was going to ruin it- I was willing to sacrifice my jam to teach this girl a lesson! So I grabbed the salt, I opened my jar of jam and I poured half the bottle of salt into the jam- I mixed up the solution and I put it back into the fridge, I knew it was only a matter of time before she would eat it- sure enough not even 24 hours later I notice my jam has been eaten and that she had been eating a PB & J. I confront her about this and she just flat out ignores me- I leave for a few hours so I don't punch her (normally I am not a violent person but don't mess with my jam!) Well I cool down quite a bit and then come back to the apartment and I sit her down and try and calmly ask her about it- and what does the turd do?! she blames it on someone else in the apartment. I guess I didn't teach her a lesson- My older sister Amanda told me to get a pair of her shoes and spread peanut butter all inside it- deny putting it in there but when she finally confronts me about it- say oh wait you don't like peanut butter spread inside your things?! NEITHER DO I! So this girl moved out in December and I am so grateful- I would have killed the dirty, gross, pig!
The combination of a roommate that didn't flush the toilet or shower, and then the Hag who was my actual roommate and had a boy (not just any boy- but a boy who has no respect for women or knows how to treat friends he is a creep!) living in our bedroom with us for 4 months I spent every moment I was awake out of my apartment and almost every weekend at home which was 350 miles away...it became a very expensive semester- I'm so glad that after December I didn't have to room with either one of them. I'm grateful college living arrangements are not permanent
