I really wish we could just talk and fix this, but we were never friends to begin with. We never did anything together, or even really talked about anything. That’s kind of the way I like it. If I’m forced to live with someone I don’t know, I’m not about to be friends, too. It’s far too much trouble.
Now, that doesn’t mean that I wasn’t nice. I’ve always been nice. I’m just not particularly interested in swapping life stories.
Does your school not have a grievance or mediation procedure for dealing with situations like this? If not raise a fuss at higher and higher levels of authority until the school changes your living situation. I’m afraid moving out, however disruptive it may be, is probably the only solution that will work in the long run. Both the “play nice” solutions and the “revenge” solutions proposed here force you to do a lot of work dealing with this horrible person. I just don’t see that its worth your time when you are probably loaded with schoolwork. The school set you up with this person and they should work with you on this. After all you’re paying them enough.
However I note that it is mid april. Presumably you will be living somewhere else come summer, and will not be living with this loser next year. Do you think you can stand her for the next 6 or 7 weeks. If you can, maybe you should just grit your teeth and bear it, while having as little interaction with her as possible. If not move out quickly, before finals.
Also Nothemama is right about one thing. If this girl doesn’t change soon, there will be consequences for her down the road. Take it from this older dude, there always are. Good luck.
I talked tomy HouseManager(asnoted)andshe pretty much said that I waiteduntil toolatein the year tocometo her about this. We only have3 weeks leftofschool. I can deal with her, I reallyjustneeded to bitch aboutit, and post female pornpicsallover my room. Ifeel better now.
I can relate to the roomates from hell. The last roomates I had was a family of 3 woman ageing from 55 to 13, 5 dogs, 1 cat and a screaming ass white bird (Cockatoo)that sat in front of my bedroom door. Screaming its ass off 24/7. I can’t forget about my bird which is a Hans Macaw and my son.
It doesnt stop there, the 5 dogs were not house trained so there were piles of mines and lakes throughout the kitchen floor. They would clean up the mess when you could no longer walk in the kitchen or if someone was coming over. Duh… its the kitchen where you cook and eat.
Yes, I did spend a lot of times cleaning up after these dogs, due to I had to walk through the war zone. Until I went on strike and started coming in through the back door. That did not go well with them, because they felt they needed to keep an eye on me and started locking the backdoor on me. Well needless to say, I told them well if you cleaned up after your dogs, so I wouldn’t have to walk through the warzone maybe I would use the front door and another thing remove the screaming ass white bird away from my bedroom door.
They never did remove the screaming ass white bird, or clean up after the dogs. Instead they sold the dogs, kept the bird, the cat and moved to Idaho.
For me, I finally got my own place that is a shack, but its mine. and a Screaming ass Hans Macaw.
She’s pissed me off again. I went down the hall to my suitemate’s for my milk (she’s keeping my food in her fridge for me). This was the first time that I got milk since last week. I had two bottles, one half-empty and one unopened.
I opened the half-empty one and smelled the spoiled milk without even putting my nose to it. It was all curdled and gross. The second bottle wasn’t quite as bad, but it was spoiled.
Kristy (aka Evil Bitch) left my food out for maybe three hours that night, and who knows how long the next morning. Obviously it’s her fault that my milk is spoiled.
So, I told her that I was going to buy more milk and that she was paying. She flatly refused.
Dammnit! That bitch IS buying me some more milk for my cereal. I don’t give a fuck what she thinks. She needs to figure out that her actions HAVE CONSEQUENCES!
Well, I tried to get my house manager to do something about this, but apparently I have no recourse. My food was in her fridge, and she’s allowed to just throw it out.
We got into a fight in the HM’s office because she was trying to say that I am immature because I sleep during the day. Somebody please explain that to me. Explain to me why she is so hung up and insulted about this? Because I sure as hell don’t get it.
Cess, don’t let it go. I have had four roommates in three years of college, and if I have learned anything from it, it is that not saying anything only makes it worse. I got so fed up with anger and resentment with two of them that I wanted to rip their heads off by the time they moved out (actually I am still living with one, and I do really like her as a friend, but am resentful because I feel like I can’t confront her about what bothers me).
I like the idea of messing with her mind, but I am evil like that. I suggest following what Elthia said. Try talking to her, and then use the whole “Oh, I pity you so much for how angry you are inside” routine. Get on her nerves somehow. Or do what I do, pretend everything is nicey nice until you can get away from the person. It will make for bad days like you are having once in awhie, but overall, it makes a crazy situation liveable until you can change it. (end of semester).
I got lucky, I have a single/double next year. All the space, one less person. Lucky me.
Rather, I was in the position of a spore which, having finally accepted its destiny as a fungus, still wonders if it might produce penicillin.
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I just can’t be adult anymore. I’m getting pushed around and “authority” won’t help.
Well, now Im going to be as inconsiderate as I can. I brushed my hair out over her bed. I hung up porn and dildo ads all over my side of the room (Miss August from Playboy, and some pages from adam & eve – you know, dildos, masturbaters, porn flicks). I put dirty underwear on the floor by my bed. I’m going to put my french tapes on loud when she is studying, or practice for rocky in my floorshow costume. Anything I can do.
Cess, I understand only too well what you are going through. I cannot post my roommate stories because I am trying to become a less-hostile, angry person and talking about her and the time we lived together angers me in a way that I usually reserve for such vile individuals as child molesters and my sister-in-law. However, I will point out that my situation was so bad that I actually tried to kill her. That said, so far as advice goes, as you can imagine, mine would not be worth much. (Not that facts like that ever stopped me before…)
I can advise you that “being the bigger person” at this stage will do nothing but frustrate you into a manic state of anger. It would be different if you had started out with a total calm feeling about her antics and had conditioned yourself to ignore them all long. However, no one ever really thinks at the beginning of such a venture that things will get bad enough to warrant such pre-emptive behavior. At this point, what you can do is what you are doing. People removed from the situation will tell you that it is childish and that it will not be beneficial in the long run. They are correct.
What is also correct is that right now, your mental stability is the most important thing, for you and for her. If doing little, spiteful, non-harmful, annoying things just to bug her makes you feel better, then by all means, do them. It will diffuse (on your end) a more explosive, potentially harmful situation.
I’m sure people will read this and think that I don’t know what I am talking about but on the contrary, I know more than I ever wanted to.
Listen to me on this one, Cess. You don’t owe her anything along the lines of friendliness. She has shattered any hope of that ever happening. Just do what you have to do to get through the end of the term and then instead of spending your time looking back and beating yourself up over why you let her abuse you and why you didn’t do or say something to her, you can laugh with your friends about the “horrible roommate” stories and the goofy things you did to piss her off.
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She spoiled your milk, right? Here’s what I’d do. Go to the store, buy some powdered milk, peel her sheets back and lightly dust the matress before replacing them. After a few nights roomie will begin to smell like sour milk herself. . .
– Sylence
I don’t have an evil side. Just a really, really apathetic one.
Go buy a couple or three fresh shrimp and take them home. Put them in a blender and blend on high until they’re completely liquified. Set the cup out until it’s settled and draw the clear liquid off the top and put it in a spray bottle.
Then, on the last day of the term, spritz her belongings. It’ll take a couple of days for the smell to really start up, but once it has, there’s no way to get rid of it, and no evidence of what you’ve done.
Or, alternatively, just have a happy day dream about doing that.
Lynn, yes the library carries that book:screw unto others is included IN it! At least my library does. Nice to know others know about this gem.:: :peaches, sending Lynn some chocolate ice cubes::::
