So the other day I wondered if my LOUD ROOMMATE was still in college. She's doing some kind of internship here, but she's from Ohio. She never mentioned if she was still in college or if she had graduated. I secretly hoped she was still in college, because then she might move out before I have to leave. My university is on a quarter system*, unlike most other institutions. I thought, if this girl is still in college, and it has semesters, then she'll have to leave by sometime in August. I wouldn't have to leave until early September.
But right now she's on the phone talking about "when classes start again," and she mentioned Columbus, Ohio. Being the weirdo I am, I decided to look up what universities were in that area and when their fall semesters start. At least one starts in late August, like really late. The other starts in mid-August. I stopped there since those were the two major public schools I saw first. I'm not sure if she goes to a private one, if there is one. She's Catholic apparently, so I don't know if there are private Catholic universities there.
I bought a bathtub mat to use in the shower because she continues to leave dirty footprints in the tub, and because I am not a paid housekeeper I finally said screw it and stop scrubbing them out. I take the mat out at the end of my shower, dry off one side, and roll it up. It seems to dry out well on its own. I leave it in plain sight on some shelves in the bathroom, so I don't know if she's noticed.
She leaves water all over the floor, too. Ugh.
The stove is a complete mess. She left an old pot of mac 'n cheese to harden into cement, and another pot with some kind of liquid that's been sitting there for more than a week. There's grease all over the stove and the counters beside it. Sometimes there's hair on it. How in the ever living eff do you get hair on the stove top when you're cooking? Are you brushing your hair??
The other day I decided something that surprised me: I really don't like her. I rarely do this, because people, no matter their flaws or quirks, usually give me enough reason to like them more than not. Even that guy I lived with at the bunkhouse who was super messy and kind of a dick gave me enough reason to like him.
This chick? No. I'm not sure what set me over the edge. I've lived with messy and gross people before but I've never disliked them. They always had some redeeming qualities. It's like that pet that ruins your furniture and pees on your carpet but they're too cute to strangle.
I guess maybe it was that time she left her door open for a minute and I saw a hard cider bottle in her garbage can. I try not to glance in peoples' rooms when they leave the door open, but curiosity got the best of me (I figure others might do the same, so I keep my room clean). We are not allowed to have alcohol here. As long as no one sees it in your hand or at your mouth, you can't get in trouble. It shouldn't bother me, though, because it should fine if she wants to have an alcoholic beverage in her room. It's not like she's getting wasted and running around naked. She may or may not be 21 yet, it's hard to tell, because she sort of acts like she's 18. But again, it's not causing a problem.
It might bother me because I grew up with one of those "don't break the rules or you are a bad person" mentalities. Maybe it's my Christian upbringing. Or maybe it's because some people break rules because they think they can do whatever they want and don't think anyone should tell them what to do.
But, anyway, it was kind of the straw that broke the camel's back. Combined with all the other senseless grossness she creates, I decided her quirks do not agree with me.
Thus, I hope she leaves soon, preferably before me. It would be glorious to have a clean bathroom and stove top.
*They had tried to convert to a semester system, along with the community colleges, for a variety of reasons. It was vehemently opposed by the faculty and a lot of students, and the whole thing failed. The other private universities and high/middle/elementary schools are on semesters.