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

First of all, he piles all of his school books in the floor next to the bed and keeps them there all the time. I find it very odd that at night when he takes his glasses off he places them in the floor and UNDER one of these specific books. It’s like he’s asking for them to get broke!

Then there’s the smell. I don’t pay that much attention but it always looks like he wears the same clothes and his clothes bin is always just about empty so he has to be. The smell- BO. Disgusting. I’m always spraying stuff when he comes into the room. Even my girlfriend and other friends have noticed it and that it’s def. coming from his side of the room.

So at the begining of the year we sign a roommate agreement form, right? Well, he gets top shelf of the fride; I get bottom. He’s always putting stuff on my shelf when his is EMPTY! We’ve also forced him to clean out the fridge becuase he has left stuff in there so long it beings to smell. And he never takes his trash can out. It will be overflowing onto the floor before he does anything about it.

I’ve tried living with these things because I’m a nice guy but then there’s the talking. He’s some artist (a very crappy one at that) so he’s always asking me about Divinci and people I care nothing about. I show no interest in the conversation and he still goes on and on.

Lastly, because I’m tired of typing, he doesn’t go anywhere! The only time he’s out of the room is when he stays the night at the library (which I enjoy very much). LOSER and I HATE LIVING WITH HIM.

I keep praying he’ll drop out or something. I guess I can only wait until the end of the year when I won’t be having him for a roommate or seeing him ever again!