Originally Posted by Keres

I'm not a stranger to sharing a room. I lived with my sister for 13 years of my life, and while she was a mess to live with, her mess was always out of sight (ie: her half of the closet would be piled up with stuff and things would be hidden under her bed). She always left my stuff alone, so I figured if my sister who is one of the most self-centered people I know could be trained to keep things together, there was no one I couldn't room with. Color me surprised with the roommate I've got this year. I figured cleanliness would be the problem, but it turns out I'm the messier one, and this is why.

My roommate never leaves the room... ever. She doesn't go to classes, she hasn't made any new friends, she just squats here. Her half of the room is immaculate because the only thing she uses is her laptop to talk to people from high school. No homework, no open text books, no research... just her, a chair, and a laptop. You would say, "well that's not so bad," but when you come home from a long day of classes that don't end until 7 and you come in finding someone touching the things on your desk because she needed someone here to talk her through homework because she never leaves the room to go to class. And when you ask politely to get your chair back, and that person says "no," well there's hell to pay.

And since that night when I yelled at the both of them, she has been doing these little passive aggressive things like when I go to bed before her (generally when I'm sick, she's usually in bed first and sleeps all damn day) she'll turn on her desk lamp and shine it up toward my bed, or she'll leave the room and slam the door behind her, or she'll turn the tv on her take her headphones out of her computer and put either on full blast.

My favorite is that we have a pact that we'd switch dishes and trash duty every other week, and this week was my week to do trash duty. I come home yesterday and the trash is already taken out and every single dish is piled up in need to be washed. Because she never leaves the room, she uses up all of my dishes in the room and then leaves them with food dried inside of it.

We've talked about the never leaving the room things and she's pretty much told me that she has no where to go (uh, duh, go to class and make some friends) and we've talked about that person in the room in my stuff never coming here again. I've yelled about the desk lamp more than once, and I let a stream of expletives run the night she slammed the door and I had just fallen asleep after throwing up all night (I get really bad tension headaches which leave me physically sick), but she either doesn't care or she's so dense that she can't realize that my complaints are valid.

haha