Tags: roommate

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One Week.

My roommate officially moves out on the 28th. Holy crap, I can't wait.

She has probably been the biggest cause for my stress in the last almost half a year. At time, I can honestly say I hate even being here, which is sad because I'm paying to live here.

But on the first day of break, she moves out and I really can't wait for that to happen. Over break, we'll be moving things around and my bed will no longer be on the top bunk. I won't have to literally climb in and out of bed any more. Our living roommate closet will become an actual closet again since we can take the bookcase out of it. And I won't have to just keep letting the dishes pile up while I wait for her to get off her lazy ass and do them.

Thank god it's Finals week, that always goes by fast.

Hung like a Seal

So I've had to resort to writing my name on my food now, due to the fact that one of my roommates will eat up and use the stuff I buy does none of the following:

-Tell me we're running low
-Tell me when we're out
-Buy more

So, I'll find myself cooking and go to get something that was there yesterday and find out we're out. I've even cut up some french bread and went to grab the butter and found the container empty but back in the fridge. She said there was enough left, but I swear I scrapped out every last bit and only had enough to cover half a small slice.

So now, I'm writing my name on EVERYTHING I buy so She'll stop using it or atleast Ask me.

Day one: Plan backfired!

I wrote my name on my milk, on the opposite side of the Handle and put it in the fridge, with my name facing out so when you opened it to get milk you'd: -See my name, and have to move the carton to take it out.

She just made pudding. Milk is required for that. Never asked. My name is written on there kinda large, but she never saw it.

. . . I get up...