Hell of a Friday night (sarcasm ahoy!)
Well I saw my other roommate posted the story, so I will share it as well to our non-mutual friends.
So yesterday morning I get up and Roommate #1 tells me that he is going to have some friends come over to pre-game at 9 PM yesterday night. I said sure. Now you may be wondering why the hell he would have to get my permission. Roughly two weeks ago, he had a large group of people come over at 11:30 on a Sunday night to drink and play Rock Band. Keep in mind the TV has surround sound, is right outside my bedroom, and gets loud. Not to mention I had to study for a quiz the next day. So I pulled Roommate #1 aside and told him that having people over this late on a school night is not cool with me. I don't mind if people have friends over on weekdays really, but be sensible about it. If you're STARTING at 11:30, you probably won't end till late. It resolved with him telling us he'd ask for our permission to have people over in the future. So he did, and I was okay.
My plans involved going to my friend's apartment for a pre-game for his 20th birthday around 9. I've been having some issues with my Crohn's, so I haven't drank for the past month. So I just conversed with friends and played beer pong (no drinking involved from my end). I'm not really the partying type, so by about 11:30 I was ready to head out. So me and Roommate #2 (who was also at the party) walk home and get there about midnight.
We get home and their are beer cans everywhere (completely expected, and I knew Roommate #1 would clean them up eventually, like last time). However, many of the cans were beer that me and Roommate #3 purchased. Keep in mind Roommate #1 had half a case in the fridge AND purchased a brand new case specifically for tonight, yet got into mine and Roommate 3's beer. I don't mind if you eat or drink my stuff, as long as you have my permission. Us four are usually very good about respecting each others stuff, but beer is quite expensive and not completely accessible as I am still underage. But I let it slide, as I figured Roommate #1 would pony up some cash to make up for it.
So I go into my room about 1:30, checking email and thinking about going to bed...until I hear Roommate #1 and roughly 8-9 people come in being loud and drunk. I groan and my head and know "this isn't happening." So I sat in my room still waiting for an opportune moment to tell them to leave. Around 2 AM I hear they are BEGINNING to watch a movie, which means it won't be over till between 3:30 or 4 AM. I heard it was "Grandma's Boy" meaning loud laughing and quoting would ensue. So I decided I would go out there and ask them nicely to leave. I don't think it's irrational to want to go to bed in your own apartment at 2 AM, but maybe I am wrong. Especially when Roommate #1 said they'd be pregaming at 9 PM; NOT having a party at 2 AM. Keep in mind I was going to explain myself then kindly ask them to leave.
But first, I had to go to the bathroom.
My bathroom is shared by myself and Roommate #3. I go out to hear people in our bathroom. Roommate #3 was not home, so I knew it was Roommate #1's guests. I had EXPLICITLY stated beforehand that the rule for bathrooms is "your guests, your bathroom." So I knock and they tell me to "fuck off". That is when I get pissed and yell "this is my fucking bathroom, get the fuck out." So two girls come out and give me an "oh shit" look when they realize that it's me, and not Roommate #1. So I go in to see all of our tissues used, our hand towel thrown on the floor, and piss on the toilet seat. Fuck this being nice shit. You want me to respect you? If you're not going to do the same to me, fuck that.
So I go to Roommate #1 to tell him I am pissed and his people must leave. He's drunk as hell and pissed at some guy in his group of friends, so he isn't being very helpful. Thankfully one of the girls who used the bathroom came and apologized. I did not accept her apology; I told her how it was. She offered to buy more tissues or give us money for beer and I told her "I don't care about that; I care about how inconsiderate and disrespectful of my stuff you were. In my own apartment no less!" So she asked how she could make it up, and I said her and her friends leaving would make me happy. So they did. I hated to be a dick, but fuck em. I don't really care what my roommates friends think of me. if I have to be a dick, so be it.
And I know, I just know Roommate #1 will apologize saying he was "so drunk." Alright, I've been drunk before, I can still empathize with my roommates and be sensible. In fact, the first weekend back Roommate #3 and I had friends over including two loud girls over who we did not know would be coming. It was late, a roommate was trying to sleep, so we got them out of there fast. I know if I was trying to sleep I sure as hell wouldn't my Roommate's obnoxious friends disturbing it.
So this is two strikes for Roommate #1. It's going to come to the point where he's going to ask me to have friends over for a pre-game and I am either A) Not going to believe it is just a pre-game or B) Get too fed up with his bullshit and say no. I shouldn't have to come home and worry "is my bathroom clean" or "is someone fucking in my bedroom" or "has any of my stuff been stolen". And don't think the second point isn't realistic, because according to Roommate #2, a guy asked him which room he could "hook up" in. Thank God I was home to avert any of that.
*sigh*
Well I just needed to rant. I will say besides that, everything else is GREAT! I should have a positive story in the next couple days maybe, so uhhh, watch out!
So yesterday morning I get up and Roommate #1 tells me that he is going to have some friends come over to pre-game at 9 PM yesterday night. I said sure. Now you may be wondering why the hell he would have to get my permission. Roughly two weeks ago, he had a large group of people come over at 11:30 on a Sunday night to drink and play Rock Band. Keep in mind the TV has surround sound, is right outside my bedroom, and gets loud. Not to mention I had to study for a quiz the next day. So I pulled Roommate #1 aside and told him that having people over this late on a school night is not cool with me. I don't mind if people have friends over on weekdays really, but be sensible about it. If you're STARTING at 11:30, you probably won't end till late. It resolved with him telling us he'd ask for our permission to have people over in the future. So he did, and I was okay.
My plans involved going to my friend's apartment for a pre-game for his 20th birthday around 9. I've been having some issues with my Crohn's, so I haven't drank for the past month. So I just conversed with friends and played beer pong (no drinking involved from my end). I'm not really the partying type, so by about 11:30 I was ready to head out. So me and Roommate #2 (who was also at the party) walk home and get there about midnight.
We get home and their are beer cans everywhere (completely expected, and I knew Roommate #1 would clean them up eventually, like last time). However, many of the cans were beer that me and Roommate #3 purchased. Keep in mind Roommate #1 had half a case in the fridge AND purchased a brand new case specifically for tonight, yet got into mine and Roommate 3's beer. I don't mind if you eat or drink my stuff, as long as you have my permission. Us four are usually very good about respecting each others stuff, but beer is quite expensive and not completely accessible as I am still underage. But I let it slide, as I figured Roommate #1 would pony up some cash to make up for it.
So I go into my room about 1:30, checking email and thinking about going to bed...until I hear Roommate #1 and roughly 8-9 people come in being loud and drunk. I groan and my head and know "this isn't happening." So I sat in my room still waiting for an opportune moment to tell them to leave. Around 2 AM I hear they are BEGINNING to watch a movie, which means it won't be over till between 3:30 or 4 AM. I heard it was "Grandma's Boy" meaning loud laughing and quoting would ensue. So I decided I would go out there and ask them nicely to leave. I don't think it's irrational to want to go to bed in your own apartment at 2 AM, but maybe I am wrong. Especially when Roommate #1 said they'd be pregaming at 9 PM; NOT having a party at 2 AM. Keep in mind I was going to explain myself then kindly ask them to leave.
But first, I had to go to the bathroom.
My bathroom is shared by myself and Roommate #3. I go out to hear people in our bathroom. Roommate #3 was not home, so I knew it was Roommate #1's guests. I had EXPLICITLY stated beforehand that the rule for bathrooms is "your guests, your bathroom." So I knock and they tell me to "fuck off". That is when I get pissed and yell "this is my fucking bathroom, get the fuck out." So two girls come out and give me an "oh shit" look when they realize that it's me, and not Roommate #1. So I go in to see all of our tissues used, our hand towel thrown on the floor, and piss on the toilet seat. Fuck this being nice shit. You want me to respect you? If you're not going to do the same to me, fuck that.
So I go to Roommate #1 to tell him I am pissed and his people must leave. He's drunk as hell and pissed at some guy in his group of friends, so he isn't being very helpful. Thankfully one of the girls who used the bathroom came and apologized. I did not accept her apology; I told her how it was. She offered to buy more tissues or give us money for beer and I told her "I don't care about that; I care about how inconsiderate and disrespectful of my stuff you were. In my own apartment no less!" So she asked how she could make it up, and I said her and her friends leaving would make me happy. So they did. I hated to be a dick, but fuck em. I don't really care what my roommates friends think of me. if I have to be a dick, so be it.
And I know, I just know Roommate #1 will apologize saying he was "so drunk." Alright, I've been drunk before, I can still empathize with my roommates and be sensible. In fact, the first weekend back Roommate #3 and I had friends over including two loud girls over who we did not know would be coming. It was late, a roommate was trying to sleep, so we got them out of there fast. I know if I was trying to sleep I sure as hell wouldn't my Roommate's obnoxious friends disturbing it.
So this is two strikes for Roommate #1. It's going to come to the point where he's going to ask me to have friends over for a pre-game and I am either A) Not going to believe it is just a pre-game or B) Get too fed up with his bullshit and say no. I shouldn't have to come home and worry "is my bathroom clean" or "is someone fucking in my bedroom" or "has any of my stuff been stolen". And don't think the second point isn't realistic, because according to Roommate #2, a guy asked him which room he could "hook up" in. Thank God I was home to avert any of that.
*sigh*
Well I just needed to rant. I will say besides that, everything else is GREAT! I should have a positive story in the next couple days maybe, so uhhh, watch out!