Oh dear, I don't think I've ever hated anyone more than my room mate.
First impressions never lie. >.>
First off, during the first couple weeks of school, her alarm would go on at around 6ish AM (which is totally fine) except she doesn't turn it off. She lets it ring for who knows? Ten friggen minutes and the volume is on MAX. I didn't understand what the point of the alarm was, I mean she doesn't hear it so why use it? That's not even the worse part. THe worse part is that she texts WAY too much and her phone is always vibrating until like 1AM. That means I only lived off of 5 hours of sleep daily, wth!
Second off, she would storm in and out of the room and turn on the lights, EVEN WHEN I'M ASLEEP! The lights are incredibly blinding, and I wake up because of her, all the damn time.
And the dirty-ness. Ugh, seriously...is it that hard to throw your trash away? The trash can is RIGHT outside our door because we are the first room when you enter the suite and friggen, her friggen garbage is SPILLING OUT. Tissue papers are al over her side of the room. Just look at her side makes me want to puke. I feel so disgusted.
I couldn't take this anymore so I had to go talk to the RA about it and we had the RA come talk to us, which wasn't pleasant.
The whole entire time she kept making up excuses or saying "Yeah, whatever I just wanna get this over with"
Like seriously, wtf is wrong with you??
Even now, it's been like a week after our RA talk and I still cannot stand her. We haven't talked since and I can tell that she dislikes me.
She refuses to use her lamp when she studies really late and keeps the friggen room lights on blinding me but when I was studying last night with the room lights, she turned it off. SHE seriously pulled the last straw, seriously. How much more rude can you be? I don't understand how her brain works. The room is still dirty. Her friggen cinnamon bon rolls from 2 weeks ago are still sitting here (the empty boxes with crumbs all over it)
Everything is so disgusting in this room and our floor is filled with grass because she runs daily.
She doesn't clean up and things are just NOT working out.
I cannot take her any longer because everytime I talk to her, she ignores me.
And not to mention she absolutely loves making up excuses. Like when I asked her to use her lamp, she'll say "I don't have room for it on my desk, I don't even know where it's at"
Wth? MAKE ROOM FOR IT, and your goddamn lamp is sitting right there, geez.
Seriously, I don't know what her brain is made out of.
So I've decided to schedule an appointment with the Dean, HOPING that there will be a solution, room change?
I dunno, let's hope it goes well because I am going crazy because of her.