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I haven't made a post for a while, mainly because I realized that this blog was quickly becoming a testimate to bad roommates and depressing thoughts.
Well SHIT, I'm making a post on those subjects. So fuck me sideways.
Fuckin roommates. Voldemort is what I'm calling him now. When we FINALLY got the RA peer mediation goin (which was a load of BULL SHIT) he had the RA in his pocket. I mean he was literally feeding him bullshit in front of us, and someone who is supposed to be an objective mediatator of our problems was on his side. Not just on his side, I'm talking about someone who didn't believe a word of our complaints against him or dismissed them out of hand.
His complaints against me and the 2 Alans.
No body ever does the dishes
The sink is always full of dishes
No one ever cleans the stove
My complaints, Allan's, and Alan's
Volde always brings over friends without asking, or introducing them
When Volde is here the toilet breaks every week, but when hes gone there isn't any problems with it at all
My Ipod mysteriously disappearing from the living room while I was sleeping there
His friends sleeping over without asking
One of his friends living here for 6 weeks
His girlfriend living here now for 16 days
My 1 antique from my grandfather (a sugar dish) was broken
My coffee in the fridge (almost a full gallon container from Starbucks) was thrown out for being "old" except it was only in the fridge for 3 days
Someone stole the batteries out of my 360 controller
Just now getting home some guy who I don't know was practically waiting at the door freaked the shit out of me.
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Had a second meeting just now. Note the difference in time by the dashes. As I was writing this one of my roommates came to me to go to the RA with him. So we just had a second peer mediation. Despite catching Volde and one of his friends smoking on the balcony (the fine of 1 person smoking on the balcony or closer then 30 feet of a building is $350) he was still on Volde's side. Apparently it isn't enough that Volde was caught doing wrong to make him look bad in the RA's eyes.
The RA had a discussion with us mostly on the grounds of well who was supposed to vacuum the floors, because Volde isn't going to wash the dishes, nor should he unless everyone holds up their side of the bargain by doing their weekly chores. Immediately after the meeting was over Volde went out to the balcony for a smoke.
The one positive note being that according to the RA the girlfriend is not staying over.
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Okay wow, holy shit. As I was writing that last passage Volde and the guy who was living on our fuckin couch (who I can only assume was hiding in the outdoor closet, and yes we have a useless outdoor closet don't ask me why) came out called me and Allan a fucking faggot. So after a moment of shock the three of us decide to go back to the RA... only to realize that Volde, his girl, and his friend are there talking to him. Now we can see why the RA isn't objective.
Although it did make my heart break hearing her cry about not being able to sleep her tonight, I just can't take it anymore.
I've given this guy every chance, every second and third and sixth, and fifteenth chance, and well I'm done. I'm fuckin done. Guy bitchin to me about the dishes, well fuck I'd like to be able to eat off the dishes, especially because they are MY MOTHER FUCKIN DISHES! I was the only one that brought plates and glasses (a total of 8 of which 5 are missing) and Allan is the one who brought the forks and knifes.
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God damn. I had to book it. Didn't know if I was going to come back to the apt because Evan started yelling and screamin making it seem like he was going to kill me. As soon as I got out of the apt I heard some kind of a bang, like he punched something, so I ran. I got out of there as quick as I could, because lets face it there is a reason to why I'm nicknaming this roommate Voldemort.
Obviously if I am writing this I'm not on the run for my life. I got in my car, used the loose change (which I was saving for the parking permits at Moorpark) and grabbed some cigarettes. I saw them leave from the parking lot. Thankfully they didn't see me. I've already put all my things from the living room into the bedroom. Have to get a longer cord for the cable to work.
I'm hurting. Physical pain due to the stress.
Well SHIT, I'm making a post on those subjects. So fuck me sideways.
Fuckin roommates. Voldemort is what I'm calling him now. When we FINALLY got the RA peer mediation goin (which was a load of BULL SHIT) he had the RA in his pocket. I mean he was literally feeding him bullshit in front of us, and someone who is supposed to be an objective mediatator of our problems was on his side. Not just on his side, I'm talking about someone who didn't believe a word of our complaints against him or dismissed them out of hand.
His complaints against me and the 2 Alans.
No body ever does the dishes
The sink is always full of dishes
No one ever cleans the stove
My complaints, Allan's, and Alan's
Volde always brings over friends without asking, or introducing them
When Volde is here the toilet breaks every week, but when hes gone there isn't any problems with it at all
My Ipod mysteriously disappearing from the living room while I was sleeping there
His friends sleeping over without asking
One of his friends living here for 6 weeks
His girlfriend living here now for 16 days
My 1 antique from my grandfather (a sugar dish) was broken
My coffee in the fridge (almost a full gallon container from Starbucks) was thrown out for being "old" except it was only in the fridge for 3 days
Someone stole the batteries out of my 360 controller
Just now getting home some guy who I don't know was practically waiting at the door freaked the shit out of me.
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Had a second meeting just now. Note the difference in time by the dashes. As I was writing this one of my roommates came to me to go to the RA with him. So we just had a second peer mediation. Despite catching Volde and one of his friends smoking on the balcony (the fine of 1 person smoking on the balcony or closer then 30 feet of a building is $350) he was still on Volde's side. Apparently it isn't enough that Volde was caught doing wrong to make him look bad in the RA's eyes.
The RA had a discussion with us mostly on the grounds of well who was supposed to vacuum the floors, because Volde isn't going to wash the dishes, nor should he unless everyone holds up their side of the bargain by doing their weekly chores. Immediately after the meeting was over Volde went out to the balcony for a smoke.
The one positive note being that according to the RA the girlfriend is not staying over.
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Okay wow, holy shit. As I was writing that last passage Volde and the guy who was living on our fuckin couch (who I can only assume was hiding in the outdoor closet, and yes we have a useless outdoor closet don't ask me why) came out called me and Allan a fucking faggot. So after a moment of shock the three of us decide to go back to the RA... only to realize that Volde, his girl, and his friend are there talking to him. Now we can see why the RA isn't objective.
Although it did make my heart break hearing her cry about not being able to sleep her tonight, I just can't take it anymore.
I've given this guy every chance, every second and third and sixth, and fifteenth chance, and well I'm done. I'm fuckin done. Guy bitchin to me about the dishes, well fuck I'd like to be able to eat off the dishes, especially because they are MY MOTHER FUCKIN DISHES! I was the only one that brought plates and glasses (a total of 8 of which 5 are missing) and Allan is the one who brought the forks and knifes.
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God damn. I had to book it. Didn't know if I was going to come back to the apt because Evan started yelling and screamin making it seem like he was going to kill me. As soon as I got out of the apt I heard some kind of a bang, like he punched something, so I ran. I got out of there as quick as I could, because lets face it there is a reason to why I'm nicknaming this roommate Voldemort.
Obviously if I am writing this I'm not on the run for my life. I got in my car, used the loose change (which I was saving for the parking permits at Moorpark) and grabbed some cigarettes. I saw them leave from the parking lot. Thankfully they didn't see me. I've already put all my things from the living room into the bedroom. Have to get a longer cord for the cable to work.
I'm hurting. Physical pain due to the stress.