Living in a dorm wasn’t bad. Except for the heating. Sure I got fed everyday, but my room was always cold. We didn’t have individual thermostats, instead several rooms would be hooked on one 'stat. And the heat didn’t distribute evenly either. The heat went from one end to the other, so the room at one end was always sweltering, or the room on the other was always chilly. Needless to say, I was the room on the other end. Heat rises my ass, the basement was always the warmest.
But this isn’t about that.
This year I’m in an apartment. So I figured I’d be warmer, since I’d have control over my own heat. I also figured the ceiling would be better insulated so I wouldn’t loose as much heat through the roof.
I didn’t count on crappy heating, roommates and a cold November.
Problem 1: The heater isn’t that great. It doesn’t really warm the place up that much, and the other bedroom (IOW, the one I’m not using) always seems to be the warmest. My room and the living room are always a little on the chilly side. I’m wearing a sweater right now and I’m still cold.
Problem 2: Roommates. And they don’t seem to like being warm as much as I do. They almost always turn the heat off at night (because their room is too warm–bastards), and they keep going on about getting ‘fresh air’. I don’t know what is so great about this substance that they need it so much. I do know that they keep opening the damn patio door and letting the cold in! It is annoying as hell to go to sleep in a nice warm apartment, with the heat cranked and the door closed, to wake up in a chilly bedroom, the heat is off and the door is cracked again.
Problem 3: The fucking weather. September and October were hot. November broke that trend. It’s been freezing cold. So when the door is open now, I’m not getting the warm breeze I was in October (which I still didn’t enjoy, but it wasn’t as bad). Instead, I’m getting freezing cold air. This morning, not only was the door open, it was SNOWING. And to makes matters worse, I’m going to have to go out in that weather tomorrow because I can’t get it through my thick skull that I have to start my term papers earlier. Bloody half hour walk to school…
I’m asking Mom for a space heater for Christmas.