everything you do is loud. when you are awake in the house, there is no sleeping. if you are awake, everyone must be awake. you are a raging bull. why must you make a meal at 90 decibels? why must you slam EVERYTHING? why must you hit your spoon against the pot all the time? does hitting it make it taste better?

can you do anything quietly? yesterday, you came home after going grocery shopping. the process of you putting away your groceries made it impossible to hear the TV in the next room.

even walking across the living room is a distraction, with your gigantic set of keys swinging back and forth on your belt loop, dozens of plastic bags flying through the air as you carry them, hard cowboy boot heels slamming on the wood floor HARD, because, yunno, you’re hugely overweight.

and your loud-ass friends. these are the same friends who once, at 5:23 AM, woke me up by screaming, yelling, laughing, and barking back and forth to each other. AT 5:23 AM. WTF? when i asked you to please keep it down because, yunno, THE SUN WASN’T EVEN UP YET, you both just looked at me like deer in headlights. what? you want to sleep at this hour? oh, we had no idea how obnoxiously loud we were being! WHOOPS!

do you notice that whenever you come home with them, i instantly close my door? does that not send up a red flag to you? guess not.

it’s easy to bring up individual instances to you and say, "hey, could you please not do that?" like blasting black sabbath when you come home from work at 11:30 PM, or waking me up my hammering at 8 AM. but how do you tell someone that they’re just loud in general? like, "hey, could you please just turn your entire life down by like, 3 notches? cause you’re really driving me crazy."

She makes so much noise in the mornings in surprised she does not wake anyone else up! She gets up around 6:10 to 6:15. Now I type ‘around’ because she hits snooze about 6 or 7 damn times before she gets her ass up. Once she is up, she makes enough noise to wake the dead. Clanging dishes around, slamming doors, tossing things around, God forbid anyone wanting to sleep. I can’t fall back to sleep until she leaves at 7am and by then I have a hour and a half before I have to wake up.

Also, I swear she has no concept of social norms either and no respect for others around her. She constantly interrupts other people’s sentences to talk about herself and does not know how to be polite at all!

In addition to that, she is constantly complaining about how she does not get enough sleep and that she is always tired and consequently she says she will not feel well enough to go to class in the mornings because of it…honestly…it is pathetic. She also complains about not having enough time for homework. Well maybe if she did not spend all her time on facebook and go out partying at the weekends she would have a little more time.

She also leaves dirty dishes around and leaves food in the fridge for days on end until it has gone moldy. It is only after I tell her about it that she throws the food away and that is about 3 days after I initially informed her!! God I hate it, especially at night when I want to go to bed. It will be like 1am and she will still be awake, doing nothing but complaining about being tired and her homework of course, and she will not let me turn off the main light, which practically blinds me considering I am in the top bunk. I mean god forbid that she turn her desk light on and use that. Noooo that be too much fucking work!

She also, always, closes the door when I leave; even when I specifically leave it open to get back into the room. Now we live in a residence hall so the door only opens to the hallway and more often than not, I am only going next door for a minute or less. I come back and the doors closed and then I have to knock on the door to be let in, and then she complains that she did not lock the door so I should be able to get in…ugh…If she would just leave the damn door alone it wouldn’t happen, but no there’s a ‘draft’ from the door being open to the hallway…on the 6th floor…in the middle…yeah…

I have no Idea what to do about it! It is driving me crazy and I just do not know what to do. I cannot talk to her about it because she just do not fucking listen and I am not the type to complain to someone’s face like she does. I mean she thinks I am a great roommate, I just wish I could bloody well say the feeling was fucking mutual