"I thought it had to do with the Foof chair..."
Ding. Dong. The Witch. IS. DEAD.
Or so I hope.
I think my evil roommate is moving out. Because apparently Cara and I are the reason she is so tired. She is such a self-absorbed ass. I am not kidding even a little bit. The stories are just baffling.
A lovely note she left us on Friday afternoon:
"Shut the fuck up until after 2 pm because I need to sleep for my game. I wouldn't be so tired if people would be more respectful."
Only the housing people offered her a room in the quietest dorm on campus but she absolutely refused. Because she doesn't actually want it quiet. She just wants to control everything. Unfortunately she's pushed me over the edge into apathy land. So when she yells that we "Don't fucking care about her game schedule" she is ABSOLUTELY right. Are we loud, crazier partiers deep into the night? No. Do we sometimes talk in the COMMON FUCKING ROOM at 2 am? Why yes! THAT IS WHY THERE ARE DOORS AND WALLS. Yes, they may be thin, but learn to live with it. Jesus Christ. We are in college... in a dorm with 300 people. It's not going to be silent when you need it to be silent. It's called A-D-A-P-T-A-T-I-O-N. Hmmm.
But hopefully she's leaving. I have never met ANYONE in my life who is more about themselves and carries with them more negative energy. As my dad so perfectly put it: "She treats you like you are in her way; like you are an annoyance to her life."
Good riddance.
And in good news- I got a kick ass tie-dye Foof chair. I recommend everyone own one.
Or so I hope.
I think my evil roommate is moving out. Because apparently Cara and I are the reason she is so tired. She is such a self-absorbed ass. I am not kidding even a little bit. The stories are just baffling.
A lovely note she left us on Friday afternoon:
"Shut the fuck up until after 2 pm because I need to sleep for my game. I wouldn't be so tired if people would be more respectful."
Only the housing people offered her a room in the quietest dorm on campus but she absolutely refused. Because she doesn't actually want it quiet. She just wants to control everything. Unfortunately she's pushed me over the edge into apathy land. So when she yells that we "Don't fucking care about her game schedule" she is ABSOLUTELY right. Are we loud, crazier partiers deep into the night? No. Do we sometimes talk in the COMMON FUCKING ROOM at 2 am? Why yes! THAT IS WHY THERE ARE DOORS AND WALLS. Yes, they may be thin, but learn to live with it. Jesus Christ. We are in college... in a dorm with 300 people. It's not going to be silent when you need it to be silent. It's called A-D-A-P-T-A-T-I-O-N. Hmmm.
But hopefully she's leaving. I have never met ANYONE in my life who is more about themselves and carries with them more negative energy. As my dad so perfectly put it: "She treats you like you are in her way; like you are an annoyance to her life."
Good riddance.
And in good news- I got a kick ass tie-dye Foof chair. I recommend everyone own one.