Today there was a diet Coke can in the mailbox.

I Keep My Jeans in the Pantry Too!

Once, I found a t-shirt shoved into this little shelf unit that hangs on the back of the door to the basement. I found it funny at first. It stayed there for a few weeks. It was still funny. It stayed there for over a month. It was no longer funny.

First of all, I understand being rushed and realizing you have something in your hands that you need to leave at home on your way out the door. I even understand shoving it somewhere just to get it out of the way until you get back. I don't understand leaving it there for over a month. I don't understand not noticing it for over a month. I don't understand not wondering where the heck it went for over a month.

I ended up strategically "finding" it while she was in the kitchen and asking if it was hers. She laughed. I fake laughed. Kind of like, Hahahahahaha (bitch, please get yo' stuff out of where it doesn't belong)!!!!

Another time my landlord asked me to kind of make sure our basement was looking semi-presentable for the inspector who was coming. We had all let it slide A LOT down there. There were a lot of old laundry detergent bottles and random lost socks. By the way, none of the socks were mine. I pretty much notice when I'm missing a sock because the mate is lonely when I try to put my socks away. Regardless, I ALSO found a bra, underwear and drawstring bag shoved onto this shelf thing. I don't really know why...but I knew they were my roommate's. Don't you notice when you miss stuff like that? Like, Hmm, I wonder where my black bra went. Where could it be? Oh yeah, I shoved it on that random shelf in the basement! I think I'm going to go get it!

When I told her I found it while cleaning up the basement she was like, "Oh yeah! Thanks!" Umm, I was kind of wondering why your shit is always shoved in random locations around our house! Are you stockpiling for when terrorists try to come and steal your clothes? I mean, I just find the random shoving really weird. Anyway....

We keep a box of glass recycling at the bottom of the basement stairs. The rest of our recycling is kept in our kitchen. We don't go through a lot of glass in this house so it makes sense to keep it downstairs and out of the way. Plus I have to take the glass to a separate location for recycling because it can't be put out weekly like plastic/cans/cardboard. ANYWAY, I have told my roommate many, many, many times (subtlety is not my thing) that the glass box is at the bottom of the stairs. She sees it every time she does laundry. There's still a shit-ton of glass bottles collecting under our sink. On principle I refuse to move them to the basement. I'm debating asking her to move them, but if she forgets (and she inevitably will) I will be even more annoyed. No win situation for me. :-(

Right now, I'm blaming her parents. There is absolutely no way her parents just didn't take care of all her "misplacements" for her. I mean, I remember going through this extremely messy stage in high school where my shit just laid all over my parents' house. It didn't last long because my mom reminded me every 5 minutes to put whatever I had left lying about where it belonged. It was annoying, but it worked. And now, my roommates don't find my random sock in the kitchen cupboard. Jesus.

What I Sound Like When I'm Angry

Drivel. It's the best word to describe the type of conversation one would have with my roommate. I am listening to her talk to her mom (of course) right now and maybe it's just my mood but THANK GOD I'm not the one talking to her right now. I would lose it. I am irritated at other things in my life and I think she would push me over the edge. I'm irritated just listening because I can't believe she wastes so much of her life just talking about nothing nothing nothing. "Hey, how's it goin'?" "So what are you up to?" "Practice was good I guess. Well, it was just practice." BLAH FREAKING BLAH BLAH BLAH! What's the point of this conversation? I know the answer. Absolutely NOTHING.

/anger.

PEACE!

Conversation That Just Took Place

Roommate walks in.

Downstairs Roommate: Hey.
Roommate: Hi! How's it goin'?
Downstairs Roommate: Good.
Roommate: I'm so stressed out I have a ton of homework!

Roommate comes upstairs. My door is open, therefore I'm obligated to speak.

Me: Hey, Roommate!
Roommate: Hey, how's it goin'?
Me: Pretty good, how are you?
Roommate: Ugh, I just realized I forgot to do this assignment for tomorrow.
Me: Yeah, you sound stressed. I hate when that happens!
Roommate: Yeah, at least we don't have wake up early tomorrow though. Oh, and sorry, I never even asked, how are you?
Me: I'm good. And you did ask me actually. You must be really stressed.
Roommate: What? Oh, I guess.

Another day in the life...

The "Boy Problem"

My roommate has no trouble getting the guys. Unfortunately, she has a lot of trouble getting rid of them. I know why; but she doesn't. I would say that she lacks agency, but saying that implies that it's not her own fault, when it really and truly is.

Honestly, I am sometimes overly assertive. I'm blunt, I say what I'm thinking, I'm unfiltered. I have a hard time dealing with unassertive people because I really don't understand why they won't speak up for themselves. If something is not going the way you want it to, why do you simmer and suffer? Anyway, onto the problem at hand...

In recent months there have been two uber creepy guys that have infiltrated my roommate's life. The first one she met in one of her classes and the second one she met because he works in the building where we work out. The class guy was obnoxious and WEIRD. He said things that made me uncomfortable and once tried to grind on me in our kitchen. He sent my roommate lots of presents and even visited her twice in her hometown over the summer. Luckily (because my roommate refused to tell him otherwise!!!) he kind of got the hint that she wasn't that into him and he is out of the picture now that he's in med school in another state.

However, this new guy is not going anywhere fast. Last week I asked my roommate if she liked him. She hemmed and hawed but basically said that she didn't. Imagine my shock a few days later when I heard them talking in her room. She was acting like she has a huge crush on him- laughing obnoxiously at all of his jokes, being a giggling fool, etc. If that isn't leading someone on, I don't know what is. In some ways it makes me angry. That guy could be finding a girl that actually is interested in him...but then I remember how my roommate thinks. She has NO IDEA what she is doing. I just overheard her conversation with our other roommate. She was asking for advice about what to do. The conversation made me want to yell down the stairs: "Stop giving him the wrong signals! You have to be upfront! Tell him you aren't into him and he will leave you the fuck alone! Oh, and when he asks to spend the night say NO!" That wouldn't have gone over well though.

Regardless, I just think she needs to learn to stand up for herself in everyday situations. She is going to get herself in WAY too deep at some point because she won't think about what she wants, let alone make it known. Lord help her future husband.