ARGH REAL LIFE
I hate my housemate. I really, really hate her.
Have just overheard the bitch, we shall call her C, telling other housemate A, that C is "really uncomfortable with the way we've been using the house" - the house "should be the place to get away from exams", she "doesn't like having to tiptoe around her own house" while we're using the kitchen to study.
FFS. No one said you have to tiptoe, we spend at least as much time talking as revising. Feel free to come join us! Oh wait, you don't want to join us, because we're all actually doing real work that counts towards our real degrees, and you dropped out and went back to first year because you couldn't hack the degree you were on. So your (one) exam means totally jack shit, and it's not for three weeks so you have no desire to revise.
Also, I note that: the 'library' in our kitchen was actually A's idea (the one she was complaining to), and A has spent to most time there of any of us. However! Today, A finished her exams. Therefore, C now feels it's OK to complain, because it won't affect A (who she likes) any more, but she couldn't give a flying fuck about the rest of us.
Grr.
Also, if you're going to bitch about me, do try not to do it in the middle of your upstairs corridor where the sound floats down the stairs and is perfectly audible.
Have just overheard the bitch, we shall call her C, telling other housemate A, that C is "really uncomfortable with the way we've been using the house" - the house "should be the place to get away from exams", she "doesn't like having to tiptoe around her own house" while we're using the kitchen to study.
FFS. No one said you have to tiptoe, we spend at least as much time talking as revising. Feel free to come join us! Oh wait, you don't want to join us, because we're all actually doing real work that counts towards our real degrees, and you dropped out and went back to first year because you couldn't hack the degree you were on. So your (one) exam means totally jack shit, and it's not for three weeks so you have no desire to revise.
Also, I note that: the 'library' in our kitchen was actually A's idea (the one she was complaining to), and A has spent to most time there of any of us. However! Today, A finished her exams. Therefore, C now feels it's OK to complain, because it won't affect A (who she likes) any more, but she couldn't give a flying fuck about the rest of us.
Grr.
Also, if you're going to bitch about me, do try not to do it in the middle of your upstairs corridor where the sound floats down the stairs and is perfectly audible.