I love you. You know that. We get along really, really well, and I’m infinitely glad you’re my roommate - usually. Other times, you drive me fucking batshit insane.
If you stopped pissing away all your time doing nothing, hanging out with friends, you wouldn’t be up until 3 AM doing your homework. I work over ten hours a week in addition to class. You don’t. Yet I manage to go to bed earlier than you most nights. Deal with it.
That guy? HE’S A FUCKING JACKASS. He’s not ‘broken’ or ‘sad’ or whatever the hell you say. He’s a jerk who toyed with you, broke your heart, and refuses to even acknowledge that. Either move the hell on, which is healthy, or stop fucking whining to me about it.
If you must listen to Disney ‘music’, at least do so at a reasonable volume, so that I can still hear my real music. We’ve talked about this.
You’re in Search and Rescue and taking a ‘wilderness first responder’ (whatever the fuck that is) course. Great. You’re not a doctor, you’re not a firefighter, you’re not any sort of recue worker. You’re a volunteer college student with first-aid training. I took a first-aid class in high school (for free, not the couple hundred bucks you’re wasting). Quit acting like a fucking martyr: you wanted to give up your Saturdays for this class.
I fully support your decision to work out regularly. If you ever use the phrase “I’m working really hard to better myself” again - ever - I will be forced to bludgeon you with one of your self-help books.
Chick flicks are only appropriate for when you’ve recently been dumped. You get together with some female friends, wear sweats, eat junk food, maybe cry a bit, and watch shitty movies. Deal with it.
Finally:
7. There is absolutely no reason for you to be that goddamned perky at 8 AM. I can deal with my roommate being a peppy, pink-wearing ‘girly-girl’. It provides an amusing contrast to myself. But I swear, on my copy of Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy that if you EVER prance back into the room after your shower, at 8 AM, singing “You are my sunshine”, they will be finding body parts for a loooong time in the woods behind our dorms.
I don’t really think there is anything wrong with her watching movies she likes, or getting up happy. Would you rather she got up grumpy? Bit confused here!
Is she complaining about it? Does it bother you that she goes to bed that late? If the answer is no to both of these questions, then it’s not really your business when she goes to bed. Maybe she’s a night owl who only needs four hours of sleep to function. Staying up late is what makes college fun (for a lot of people).
She should be more respectful and not turn her music up so loud. But you should be respectful and not denigrate her music preference. Your music isn’t any more “real” than hers, except if you’re listening to the Black Crowes or the Isley Brothers.
Wilderness first-aid and CPR is quite hardcore. I have not done it before, but I know someone who has. It makes high school first-aide look like baby stuff.
But I agree she shouldn’t be whining about it.
I’m not understanding. Does she want you to watch “chick flicks” with her? Or do you not understand why she watches “chick flicks” all the time, not just when she’s been dumped? If it’s the second, then that’s kinda lame, don’t you think? What is a “chick flick” anyway? What makes it “shitty”?
Hehehe. I sympathize. Next time, request that she sing, “Blackhole Sun”. That’s what I sing in the morning.
I heard that there was this ninja who was eating at a diner. And when some dude dropped a spoon the ninja killed the whole town. My friend Mark said that he saw a ninja totally uppercut some kid just because the kid opened a window.
Ninjas are sooooooooooo sweet that I want to crap my pants.
I’m going to mention that the above post was obviously in reference to Neurotik’s one liner, and not in response to Monstro reasoned and meaningful advice.
Sorry.
But in all seriousness - hey, it’s college. There are a lot worse roommates out there, believe me. Waking up cheerful may be annoying, but it sure beats drunken binges and grope fests at all ours.
But colors like purple and orange are okay? Whatever, Grandma. Pink is one of the few colors that happens to look good on me. Wow. I’m seriously surprised that people think it’s not okay to wear pink.
I look faaaaaaaabulous in pink. This fact does not change my opinion that the entire color is wrong and should be wiped from the earth and forgotten. In fact, I may have this opinion on all pastel and dayglow clothing. Purple and Orange are ok as long as they are not together. And while I’m issuing new rules for the universe, people will now eat quietly, please.
You beat me to it. Except that I’d say Jean Sibelius, Robert Schumann, and Ennio Morricone. (Nothing against Black Crowes and Isely Brothers, I just don’t know much about them.)
In the Spring of 1972, my roommate opened the curtains (these things were like blackout curtains) at about 6:30AM and let the sun, in all its glory, in, and cheerfully said, at about 100 decibels, GOOD MORNING!!!.
In exchange for his life, he promised to never do it again.
Over 30 years later, we’re still good friends, so there is hope
Look. Brunettes freaking OWN red. Black women have the deed to white. Redheads, all colors of wonderful green. Hispanic women own bright colors.
What the hell else are we blondies going to wear that looks good and doesn’t make us look like an extra on Dawn of the Dead? There ARE other colors of pink than peptobismal pink or baby girl blanket pink you know. Pastel isn’t a crime…
(Nothing against Black Crowes and Isely Brothers, I just don’t know much about them.)