I actually have to rant about this because I'm super pissed off
Ok, so tonight, Heather and Hilary came down to spend my last couple days in Athens and help me move back to my mom's house. So obviously we went out to drink. Well we didn't think we had drank that much but once we were all laid down and ready to go to sleep, Heather sat up and vommed all over her blanket and her clothes and tried to lay back down. So I immediately jumped up and started to clean up. Which is cool. I'm not mad at her by any means. She didn't know she vommed.
Anyway, I have a really sensitive gag reflex and I almost started to puke while I was cleaning it up but my roommates were like, "Not to be a bitch but can you take that outside. I just don't want it to smell." WHAT. THE ACTUAL. FUCK. LIKE DURRRRR neither do I. Oh my god, my friend is ILL. I AM DOING THIS ALL BY MYSELF. SHUT. THE FUCK UP AND GO TO YOUR ROOM. I was doing all I could. I took it outside and cleaned it off as best I could and then I was like "I hope there's some detergent in the basement. I'm putting this in the wash." and this other roommate is all "yeah that's fine just make sure you get it all cleaned off because the washer kind of sucks and the water kind of sticks at the bottom." WHAT. KIND. OF IDIOT. DO. YOU. THINK. THAT. I. AM? HURRR DURRRRR. I cleaned it off as best I could in the SNOW and came back inside and scrubbed everything down again and put Heather in the shower. I'll go over it all once again in the morning but I'm just actually too tired to do it right now.
I'm just mad because I really don't care for one of my roommates and I am SO GLAD that I am moving out on Saturday. GOOD. RIDDANCE.
*note: as I reflect upon this more, ok. I get it. You don't want the house to smell like vomit. You live here. I'm leaving. This isn't my fault. I'm doing the best I can. Go the fuck to bed. But I still really don't like you and don't use your condescending tone with me.