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[hopefulnebula]

Bastards. I got to sleep an hour ago. Just woke up to the entire fucking hall making popcorn in my bedroom. Not just one bag. That would have been livable. But they made FIVE BAGS of popcorn. And now Shannon's acting like there's nothing wrong. Five of them, chatting VERY LOUDLY, LIKE THIS all the time, and now I can't get back to sleep not only because the sound woke me up, but because of the smell. Shannon hates popcorn. I understand it's her room too but I let her sleep when I have early classes and she doesn't. If she ever studied, but she doesn't, I'd do my best not to interrupt that. She said "Yeah, well it's my room too. And it's Saturday night." THERE IS A PERFECTLY FUNCTIONAL MICROWAVE IN THE BASEMENT. In fact, there are two of them. "I didn't know this." Yes she did. So did everybody else. I know at least two of them have USED the fucking thing. Nice of them to point it out. But no. Since our microwave's the only one on the floor they obviously didn't give a damn. I'd understand if there were no other usable ones, but for Gods sake, why do they have to do that? Now I'm awake there's no way I'm getting to sleep again tonight. I hate them all. They're fucking idiots and I wonder what they have to say about me when I'm not around. And then Shannon has the balls to tell me not to be upset. How can I just "not be upset?" Is it like not being depressed? Or not having sensory problems? Or sleeping more than one night a week?

I might talk to the housing people in the morning. I guess asking me to live in this kind of setting is like asking Christopher Reeve to climb a mountain. I wouldn't mind living with Candi or Darcy or...you know... people I actually like, but no. Freshman room draw had to put me on the bad end of bullshit. Or maybe I'll just talk to the RA. That's a better place to start.

In case there had been any doubt in my mind, we won't be rooming together next year.

And I do owe you the full Parents Weekend saga. Remind me about that later.

Comments

[chalybeous.livejournal.com]

Yep, your RA is usually the best place to start if you have a serious grievance with your roomie or your neighbours. Civilised people tend to respect the unwritten "don't wake the roomie" rule; unfortunately, it goes right out the window when the Saturday Party Crowd™ comes in - they're oblivious to other people's needs.

*hug*
Believe me, I know the level of shit you're going through; I've had the same every time I lived on campus, which is why I decided to commute this year. Last year, the people I lived with would deliberately exclude me from their social circle, and then, knowing full well I was asleep because my door was closed and the lights were off, would come in from the bar and make sufficient noise to wake me, and keep it up til about 6am.
And that was just the neighbours; I've had roomies before, too, and they're much worse. Did I ever tell you about Happy Henry Hardcore? Wanna-be dance DJ. He'd bring girls back all the time, play with his decks when I was sleeping or studying, and for reasons I just don't get, he could never put the damn music on headphones - it always came blasting out the speakers at club volume, despite the fact he was listening on 'phones while he twiddled with the board.

You know, students with a recognised disability can usually get special consideration with regard to accomodation. If you have the paperwork that makes your sensory problems official, maybe we can put some kind of spin on it for the university administration? Being sensitive to, say, noise and cooking smells, coupled with an inconsiderate roomie who yaks on the phone while you're studying, brings people home when you're crashed out... might be enough to swing you a change of quarters, or if they think she's the real problem, with a bit of luck it might be her packing and not you.

Keep your chin up; I know you can deal with this and rise above it. Thinking of you... hope we get the chance to talk soon, and I might just have a surprise for you...

[jesta13.livejournal.com]

My sister is having a bit of a similiar problem. I always thought my sister was kind of a messy person, she used to have clothes laying on the floor on her bedroom for weeks. And she couldnt clean up after herself for the life of her, but she says her roomies are a five times more than her. Thats just disgusting.

My friends sister is very girly girl into pink stuff and she is just a girlie girl, and her roommate is gothic. I dont understand why people do that sometimes, its funny sometimes though.