the other way

This gets me enough to rant about here. I try really hard not to, but it’s seriously the grossest. Today, someone besides me took the trash out for the first time this year! Usually, when the trash can fills up, my roommates will just start another bag of trash next to the garbage can instead of ever taking it out. This is also the first time most of these dishes have been done all semester. It’s seriously the most disgusting mess, but I’ll spare you most of the details.

What gets me is one roommate in particular. I always hear her claiming “this isn’t my mess” and how she’s disgusted by it and shouldn’t have to clean it. “I only ever eat at my sorority house or get takeout.” In reality, many of the dishes that have been sitting on our kitchen counter are from when she and her friend were basically permanent residents of our sofa while they weren’t at choir rehearsal before their tour over winter break. I know because I cleaned bowls, plates, silverware, and half-empty cups and cans (all molding) out of the living room after they left for tour. I was the only other person home at the time, so who the hell else was it?! And I love how passive-aggressive all her comments are (and yes, I realize how passive-aggressive and hypocritical I’m being by posting this on the internet, but I could care less). She never asks me to clean, although I have on several occasions asked her to. I wonder if she has actually deluded herself into thinking it’s not her mess or if she just thinks I’m stupid enough to believe her. 

Then people do things like fill mixing bowls with all the dirty silverware and then put water in it to let them soak, but never dump out the water. It’s been sitting there, full of water, since the opera 3 weeks ago.

I’ve been eating off paper plates since before class started. Two weekends ago, I grabbed a few plates, bowls, and some silverware from a set my mom hates so that I don’t have to share dishes with them or eat off paper plates. I know and can in fact prove that none of these dishes are mine. I am bringing back some mixing bowls after spring break and most of the cups and mugs in the apartment are already mine, so after break I won’t have to share anything except the occasional pot or pan (which I’m really strict about washing right away anyway, so that way someone else can use it to cook). So my roommate can shut her passive-aggressive little trap.

• Roommate was a ridiculously racist, lying bitch with narcissistic tendencies. On the business floor, to make matters worse.
• In a suite with 2 Korean girls where every Korean in I-House was constantly hanging out, eating, brushing their teeth, whatever. Heard more Korean than English on a daily basis. I was actually completely fine with all of this arrangement.
• Being doubly secluded for a semester where I desperately needed to be around people. A room to myself was the worst possible thing for me at this point in my life.
• Next, spent 15 months sleeping in a hallway and having no space to call my own.
• Now am (and have been) in the most fail-run, overpriced apartment with nice roommates that I don’t get along with. On the bright side, the completely slovenly messy girl that lived with us has now moved out; on the downside, there are currently zero (of two) working toilets in this apartment.

WHAT THE HELL KIND OF TRACK RECORD IS THIS

As if I don’t hate living here enough already.

Two of my roommates each have friends over. And everyone is being loud. It is after midnight. I have class early. So shut the fuck up.

I’m not eating very much.

This apartment is that much of a fucking mess. I’ve tried really hard to be understanding about it up til this point, and I’ve been pretty gracious about picking up after people without complaining or being asked, and I’ve done the same with a ton of dishes. 

I almost want to post pictures, but it’s so disgusting.

Every time I walk into the kitchen, I get anxious and stressed. Early last week, we did a lot of dishes and we (mostly me) kept them at least manageable throughout the week. When I left Friday, Megan was cleaning the whole kitchen and living room. When I got back Monday night, there were dishes and cookware piled all over the place again and the living room was equally as disastrous…and it’s only gotten worse since then. 

I’ve never been a neat freak or even particularly tidy by any means, but this is just too much. I’ve made a point to either not use dishes or to wash what I use right away (which is nearly impossible anyway because there are that many dishes piled in and around the sink) so I can honestly say that none of this ridiculous mess is mine. But there’s only so much more I can eat without cooking or using dishes that I can’t wash.

Aside from this, I really like all my roommates, which makes it that much harder to deal with. I’ve tried to be understanding about how busy we all are and I’ve kept my mouth shut for three weeks unless someone else brought it up.

I can’t fucking do this anymore. I realize I’m being totally passive agressive about this, but I don’t even see an alternative. I literally want to sit the three of them down and scream at them. This situation is easily the most stressful thing I’ve experienced at school so far; yep, more so than tests, meeting new people, getting my whole schedule changed, finding work, or anything else. 

To top it all off, one of my roommates asked me this morning, “Why does this apartment always seem to get so messy?” It was all I could do not to laugh in her face.