Roommate Hell- Again
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So, I’m in NZ, right? Doing the school thing, right? And it’s Autumn. Ok.
Nothing wrong so far.
So, last week, stress, not enough sleep, and not eating enough plus walking through the rain (or so I’m told) pushed me over the happy point, and now I’m sick.
Not like a little sick. Oh no, that would be far too simple. I mean, like, hacking up chunky green lung cheese (actually from my lungs), with a nice fever of the type I haven’t enjoyed in a good three months- when I was wandering cairo with malaria. My throat feels like I’ve been drinking broken glass, and I’ve got a hell of a headache. I can’t eat, and I’m coughing. Basically, I’ve got a nasty cold that turned into bronchitis, and is now well on it’s way to pneumonia.
So, what do you do when you feel like this? What, other than go to the doctor? You sleep. You sleep a lot.
Why, you might ask then, am I not sleeping?
Well…. I *was*.
Then the roommates got home. One isn’t a problem. But the perky happy california “I’m, like, from Daly City?” girl is so freaking loud normally that I can’t sleep. Now, of course, she’s drunk. And yelling. And ruining my chances to sleep. And probably pushing my nice happy bronchitis into pneumonia-in-the-hospital land.
On a normal week this wouldn’t be an issue. Unfortunately, it’s easter break, so everything is closed. Everything. No health services, none of that stuff. I keep hoping my lazy ass, drunk as all hell roommate will go the F*ck out, already! If she goes out, I can sleep again- well, untill 3 when she gets back. But nope, no sleeping for me. And all because she’s too drunk/ tired to change her freaking shirt, and put on a sweater. “It’s, like, sooooo cold out? I like, really don’t want to change, you know? it takes, like, soooo much energy, and I really don’t feel like it tonight!”
If I didn’t know it would hurt more, I would run screaming out of here, and smack her. Like, untill she shut up. I freaking knew I should have changed rooms. Damnit. Sometimes I wish I was the totally retalitory, loud as all hell roommate, and that I didn’t feel bad stomping and laughing, and screaming my f*cking head off at the top of my lungs untill they gave up sleeping too. But I’m relatively polite, so I don’t do that. So they get sleep at night. And naps during the day. And they don’t have studying intensive majors, so they don’t need quiet all day long. Unlike me, who doesn’t get to sleep in, because I actually *have* to go to lab, and class, and am supposed to study too, and so I don’t get naps, because I have lab, and don’t get to sleep at night, because she is laughing, and talking, and basically playing the stereotypical “loud american”, only she’s not blonde, or from ohio, or wearing white socks and keds.
So for all of you out there studying social “sciences”, who are also bad students, do those of us taking a full course-load of *real* lab science a huge favor- Party somewhere else. Somewhere far away, where we can’t see you, and you don’t talk loudly over our allotted sleeping/ studying time. Trust me on this one- you might know more about people, but *we* know where the chem lab is, and we aren’t afraid to use it.
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j.
Tags: life, school
lazyjayn
My roommate wasn’t necessarily loud. However, she was scary. She had a boyfriend with really smelly feet, they used to lock me out, and I don’t want to know what they were doing on the bottom bunk while I was trying to sleep.
Overall, some roommates are worthy of death. 😉