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I just threw my shoe against the wall. And threw all the junk that people leave over here off of the ironing board. I wanted to throw my phone, really hard. It is already basically broken though.
From so many people using it all the time and the fact that someone left it out in the sun for hours in Galveston, my phone won't charge unless it has my stereo on top of it. Still, it takes over three hours to get more than one bar of battery. It is a pain to setup the stereo and pens and the phone. I asked the people over here tonight not to use my phone so that it could charge. I twice took the phone and started recharging it right before it completely died. Still, when they left the phone was dead.
I know I've brought all these issues lately on myself, but still I am mad. I don't understand how people can constantly be so disrespectful. Maybe it's that the majority of the people that come over weren't raised in way to think about how their actions affect other people. I went to go do laundry tonight and noticed that after the load I put in there was only enough detergent for one more load. First of all I had two full bottles less than a month ago. Second, I don't have the money to buy anymore. The problem is all these boys over here do a load of laundry that consists of two shirts. They don't consider the waste of detergent and all of the water/electricy they are using. I'm going to have to start charging for every load. Oh, and my shower has a problem with flooding. So X numbers of towels are used everyday. I've managed not to make a huge mess and barely flood floor. No one else seems to have grasped the concept and all used about three towels a shower. This is extremely annoying because they leave them sitting there instead of hanging them up, then I have to wash them. It always seems there are no towels for me to take a shower.
Earlier today I went to go get something to eat for lunch. There is nothing in my fridge except for ketchup, leftovers that someone made two weeks ago, and some other assorted condiments. There was nothing in my freezer. There was technically nothing in my pantry. My mom left me with enough food to keep me well fed till about when she came back. We've been through probably about 75 waters. There is nothing here to drink except for tap water, which I'm not a big fan of.
The kitchen is always a mess. Well, I take that back. For about 4 hours during the day it is clean after about an hour of cleaning it. Guys seem to think they are the worlds best cooks (really, not that great) and then deny the cleaning responsibilities. Pans are so crusted with food that it takes so long to scrub it off. There is oil all over my walls and floor. Beer cans lay everywhere. Ash seems to keep appearing even though I tell people not to smoke inside.
My carpet is dirty and stained. There are cigarette burns in it.
I just feel like I am always cleaning and especially broke because of people who just don't care. Sometimes I'm really really happy and I like having people around and partying. But the other half of the time I'm beyond upset. It just feels like people don't care. The funny thing is these people like to manipulate the situation into making it seem like I'm the one who doesn't care and I'm just being crazy.
Maybe I am crazy, but it is my apartment. Love it (me) or leave it.
From so many people using it all the time and the fact that someone left it out in the sun for hours in Galveston, my phone won't charge unless it has my stereo on top of it. Still, it takes over three hours to get more than one bar of battery. It is a pain to setup the stereo and pens and the phone. I asked the people over here tonight not to use my phone so that it could charge. I twice took the phone and started recharging it right before it completely died. Still, when they left the phone was dead.
I know I've brought all these issues lately on myself, but still I am mad. I don't understand how people can constantly be so disrespectful. Maybe it's that the majority of the people that come over weren't raised in way to think about how their actions affect other people. I went to go do laundry tonight and noticed that after the load I put in there was only enough detergent for one more load. First of all I had two full bottles less than a month ago. Second, I don't have the money to buy anymore. The problem is all these boys over here do a load of laundry that consists of two shirts. They don't consider the waste of detergent and all of the water/electricy they are using. I'm going to have to start charging for every load. Oh, and my shower has a problem with flooding. So X numbers of towels are used everyday. I've managed not to make a huge mess and barely flood floor. No one else seems to have grasped the concept and all used about three towels a shower. This is extremely annoying because they leave them sitting there instead of hanging them up, then I have to wash them. It always seems there are no towels for me to take a shower.
Earlier today I went to go get something to eat for lunch. There is nothing in my fridge except for ketchup, leftovers that someone made two weeks ago, and some other assorted condiments. There was nothing in my freezer. There was technically nothing in my pantry. My mom left me with enough food to keep me well fed till about when she came back. We've been through probably about 75 waters. There is nothing here to drink except for tap water, which I'm not a big fan of.
The kitchen is always a mess. Well, I take that back. For about 4 hours during the day it is clean after about an hour of cleaning it. Guys seem to think they are the worlds best cooks (really, not that great) and then deny the cleaning responsibilities. Pans are so crusted with food that it takes so long to scrub it off. There is oil all over my walls and floor. Beer cans lay everywhere. Ash seems to keep appearing even though I tell people not to smoke inside.
My carpet is dirty and stained. There are cigarette burns in it.
I just feel like I am always cleaning and especially broke because of people who just don't care. Sometimes I'm really really happy and I like having people around and partying. But the other half of the time I'm beyond upset. It just feels like people don't care. The funny thing is these people like to manipulate the situation into making it seem like I'm the one who doesn't care and I'm just being crazy.
Maybe I am crazy, but it is my apartment. Love it (me) or leave it.