So I leave for a few days....
For those that don't know, I have mono and tonsillitis, and very likely strep--though the test results aren't in. The rapid test proved negative, but we're waiting for the throat culture to prove it wrong.
As such, my tonsils have swollen so much that it's hard to eat or drink, and I've developed a VERY loud snore. My mom couldn't hear the TV over me. My roommate pounded on the bottom of my bed, saying "Stop f***in' snorin' so f***in' loudly!" Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night because every time I felt myself start to snore, I jolted awake. That was Tuesday to Wednesday, saw the doctor Wednesday, spent the Wed-Thurs at home. I've been staying at home ever since, just so that I wouldn't bother my roommate. After all, it's my own damned fault for getting so sick. I'll move back when I've gotten rid of the snore--or at least, the vast majority of the volume. It should be gone in a little less than 2 weeks. I told my roommate as much, and he seemed pretty grateful. Besides, it's not fair for me to be sick and put him at risk.
I went back to my room tonight, and the lights were on with the curtains drawn. I was sexiled. Not a problem, and I had figured as much would happen while I was gone. So I wandered campus with Dylan.
I came back and the lights were gone. I ran into a couple friends who had brought her high sschool senior brother and 3rd grade sister with her. Her brother was a prospective student, and she wanted me to show him a guy's dorm. So I go into my room. Lo and behold, my desk is covered in alcoholic containers of varying emptiness. There are bags on my bed, and my covers (that I had made so the room would look nice while I was gone) were pulled back. I open my refrigerator, and there is a giant bottle of rum and vault on the shelf, and the drawer was full of beer. Needless to say, I was speechless with how he had been treating my space in my absence. And I was with guests--and a 3rd grader, no less! So I put everything back on his side, left the fridge alone, made my bed again, and wrote a note on my desk saying "Please respect my space. :) --Brenden" I grabbed some stuff I needed at home and left.
I ran into one of his friends who was REALLY surprised (and nervous) to see me. He asked what I was back for, and I told him I was giving a tour--but that I had also been in my room. I told him that I was a bit upset with how my space had been treated in my absence, and he asked if I had found the things stored in my bed. Of course, all I saw were empty bags and a couple papers. I just pulled my covers back down so that it'd look good again; I didn't actually pat my bed down. I shouldn't NEED to! Of course, he was like "Well, that's all Ryan, I was just there, blah blah blah" Be that as it may, I would have expected SOMEBODY to defend my space. Hopefully my note conveys to Ryan what I needed it to, and he'll stop this nonsense right away. I shouldn't need to worry about how my things are treated in my absence; they should be treated as if I were still there. I didn't clean my desk so that he had more space to put empty and not-so-empty bottles of beer. My covers aren't a place to hide your vodka. At least he left my closet alone. Maybe he's afraid that I've got scary gay things in there. Pft. The only remotely scary thing I have in there is my Tila Tequila poster the team gave me. Hopefully I'll have a chance to talk to him; we don't talk normally. I'll talk to Elliot first to see what's REALLY going on in my dorm, then talk to Ryan. Either way, I won't be rooming with him next year.
As such, my tonsils have swollen so much that it's hard to eat or drink, and I've developed a VERY loud snore. My mom couldn't hear the TV over me. My roommate pounded on the bottom of my bed, saying "Stop f***in' snorin' so f***in' loudly!" Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that night because every time I felt myself start to snore, I jolted awake. That was Tuesday to Wednesday, saw the doctor Wednesday, spent the Wed-Thurs at home. I've been staying at home ever since, just so that I wouldn't bother my roommate. After all, it's my own damned fault for getting so sick. I'll move back when I've gotten rid of the snore--or at least, the vast majority of the volume. It should be gone in a little less than 2 weeks. I told my roommate as much, and he seemed pretty grateful. Besides, it's not fair for me to be sick and put him at risk.
I went back to my room tonight, and the lights were on with the curtains drawn. I was sexiled. Not a problem, and I had figured as much would happen while I was gone. So I wandered campus with Dylan.
I came back and the lights were gone. I ran into a couple friends who had brought her high sschool senior brother and 3rd grade sister with her. Her brother was a prospective student, and she wanted me to show him a guy's dorm. So I go into my room. Lo and behold, my desk is covered in alcoholic containers of varying emptiness. There are bags on my bed, and my covers (that I had made so the room would look nice while I was gone) were pulled back. I open my refrigerator, and there is a giant bottle of rum and vault on the shelf, and the drawer was full of beer. Needless to say, I was speechless with how he had been treating my space in my absence. And I was with guests--and a 3rd grader, no less! So I put everything back on his side, left the fridge alone, made my bed again, and wrote a note on my desk saying "Please respect my space. :) --Brenden" I grabbed some stuff I needed at home and left.
I ran into one of his friends who was REALLY surprised (and nervous) to see me. He asked what I was back for, and I told him I was giving a tour--but that I had also been in my room. I told him that I was a bit upset with how my space had been treated in my absence, and he asked if I had found the things stored in my bed. Of course, all I saw were empty bags and a couple papers. I just pulled my covers back down so that it'd look good again; I didn't actually pat my bed down. I shouldn't NEED to! Of course, he was like "Well, that's all Ryan, I was just there, blah blah blah" Be that as it may, I would have expected SOMEBODY to defend my space. Hopefully my note conveys to Ryan what I needed it to, and he'll stop this nonsense right away. I shouldn't need to worry about how my things are treated in my absence; they should be treated as if I were still there. I didn't clean my desk so that he had more space to put empty and not-so-empty bottles of beer. My covers aren't a place to hide your vodka. At least he left my closet alone. Maybe he's afraid that I've got scary gay things in there. Pft. The only remotely scary thing I have in there is my Tila Tequila poster the team gave me. Hopefully I'll have a chance to talk to him; we don't talk normally. I'll talk to Elliot first to see what's REALLY going on in my dorm, then talk to Ryan. Either way, I won't be rooming with him next year.