csi_sanders1129: (fuck it)
csi_sanders1129 ([personal profile] csi_sanders1129) wrote2011-02-03 11:42 pm
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why roommates suck.

So, I almost blew up at my roommate a little while ago.

I was just settling in to start working on the ~400 pages of stuff I have to read by Monday for class.

My roommate's friend came barging into our room when my roommate wasn't here, sat down at the computer they are evidently temporarily sharing, and then proceeded to have a long, loud, shouting match with her boyfriend via telephone while I was listening to music and trying to read.

In my passive-aggressiveness, I chose obnoxious, loud songs (Eagles, Doors, Jefferson Airplane, CCR, Dir en Grey) and slowly increased the volume on my computer, hoping she would take the hint and go away. She didn't. She asked me to turn it down. As I had pretty much everything I wanted to say all lined up in my head, I was intending to wittily respond to that with something like 'I'll turn it down when you stop subjecting me to conversation I don't want to hear' but then my brain-to-mouth filter kicked in, I turned my music off and ended up nearly in tears because I could not concentrate on what I was reading at all. Also, apparently I am incapable of starting confrontation because oh, ho, the things I wanted to say? Were not nice.

I am also sleep deprived so that probably played into it, too.

(The roommate and her friend are also to blame for the sleep deprivation...

I discovered this morning that they were up until 3am being obnoxious because they were playing in photoshop or something.

You can see my arm in the background of some of the pictures they posted to facebook. What you can't see is me glaring death at them. It took me forever to work up the nerve to ask if they were almost done whatever it was that they were doing (which sounded more like 'go the fuck away, I'm trying to sleep, I have to be up in 5 hours' in my head but it didn't come out that way, apparently) and if that was all they could get photoshop to do then they suck at it).