bullshit.

I'm going to give a little advice to people that have never had roommates before. And if you have had them or do have them, reading this would be a good refresher course. If you want to live peacefully with someone, I would suggest checking in with them every once in a while. Seeing if they're having a good day, if they have to wake up early for work/class the next day, you know, that sort of checking in. I do NOT suggest, on the other hand, giving no warning before having a really obnoxious party at 3am when your roommate has to wake up in less than 6 hours for work after already having a shitty day.

Let's just be real here. There is no need for roommates that say they are friends to blatantly not care about one anothers' well-being. There is also no need for them to only care about themselves.

Obviously this happened to me. I had a shitty day because I was woken up by work saying that I was late for a shift that I wasn't even aware that I had. So I got to jump out of bed, throw on clothes, and leave. No shower, no eating, just driving thirty minutes to get to work and proceed to have a mediocre day. I asked my roomie when she would be done for the day....that seems like a pretty obvious question to a girl who works every day of the week. Her response: 'Huh?' Alright, that's understandable. I didn't read her mind and know that she was off for the day. So I explained a little more thoroughly that I got off of work early and wanted to know if she wanted to see Winnie the Pooh today since we had planned that a while back. I get no response. I drive home, see that she isn't there, and text her another time without a response again. So I bring out my computer and start surfing the web like usual. I get a text saying 'come to studios. pat is here.' I honestly felt terrible because I didn't feel like hanging out. I told her that it had been a shitty day and that I wouldn't be good company. She accepted that and didn't reply. I ended up texting more with Pat about my day as well as being taunted that they were seeing my favorite show at that park. So when he got home and warned me that Bri was bringing friends over to the house, I started getting worried. I REALLY wasn't in a social mood, so I packed everything up and headed to bed. My car is still in the driveway, but my lights are off. I wake up at 3am to this HUGE PARTY of people being really loud. Honestly, if my car was home and I hadn't come home by 3am then obviously I am at the house, in my room, probably asleep. But no, they proceeded to be loud and shitty for another 2 hours before I could finally fall asleep again.

I think what pisses me off is that there was no warning from her, no respect for someone who is blatantly home, and it seems like all she cares about is herself. This isn't the first time I've been the last thought on her mind when she has a party, and I've already been getting sick of the fact that this house is disgusting and no one has privacy around here. I'm ready to leave, this is bullshit. I'd rather be crashing on Pat's couch or leaving early at this point. I don't see why people have to be so rude to roommates. It doesn't make sense to me. I can understand wanting to have a party, but come on. I'm pretty easy-going and not that hard to calm down. You just made one day of bad moods turn in to two days. And now I've lost some respect for you. If any of my alcohol is gone, I'm going to be pissed.

Current song - Cosmic Love - Florence + the Machine