This is Real Life

I'm not a baby-sitter. I just wanted to make that clear. I'm also not a mom. It's not my job, nor my obligation to hold my roommate's hand through daily life. You wanna wake up 15 minutes before we need to be in the gym? Be my guest. If people are pissed because you walk in late, it is NOT my fault. I consider it to be my friendly duty to make sure you are in fact awake when I leave, but other than that...I'm not dragging you across the street and into the gym.

Just so I'm clear here, my roommate didn't blame me for any of this, but other people are asking me to become her baby-sitter. I did NOT sign up for that shit.

By the way, if I WAS her mom, I'd tell her these things:
1) It's ridiculous that you invited a boy over at 9:30 pm and stayed awake cackling until after I fell asleep with a pillow over my head so I didn't have to listen to you.
2) Don't stay up late if you are already complaining about being exhausted.
3) Swapping saliva (and more!) with every boy you meet may lead to sickness. You are sick, right? Oh yeah.
4) Complaining about your responsibilities (you CHOSE to be a student-athlete) while not doing anything to address the issues is not only annoying, it's a bad character trait. Sometimes your own choices need to be examined before you can lay the blame elsewhere.
5) Life is about working hard and making the right decisions. When you only do one (yes, you work hard), things will probably not work out for you. It's not okay to let everyone pick up the pieces for you. Use your resources and realize that you're an adult. This is real life.

PS: There are clothes laying outside our front porch. I've been keeping track. They've been there for 3 days. It's raining.

Of Toilets and Dishes

Toilets overflow sometimes. Basically, I think everybody has had to plunge a toilet at some point in their lives. While I normally concentrate on my one roommate, this complaint has to do with both. Neither of them can plunge the toilet!!!!

Yesterday our toilet apparently got clogged (they blamed tailgaters when I know it wasn't them...we all used the toilet between the time the tailgaters left and the following afternoon at 5 pm!!!). Regardless, the toilet was clogged. They spent approximately 30 minutes trying to unclog it. I was at a friend's. When I got a text asking what to do I said use the one in the basement until I got home because I was sure I could unclog it. It's not that hard, right?

Well I didn't get home until 3 hours later and in the meantime they had called our property manager to come fix it. I was annoyed because I hate bugging people for the small things. On top of the fact that they called him out for a clogged toilet....it didn't need to be fixed. Apparently he plunged it once or twice and it was fine. Jesus! It makes me wonder just how they were trying to unclog the toilet in the first place!!!

Also, in regards to housekeeping: we don't have a dishwasher. So all of us handwash all our own dishes. No big deal. I usually end up putting everybody's dishes away because they just keep piling them on top of one another. I don't like to use my incredible engineering skills for this feat. I'd rather save it for things that actually need to be built and not the Leaning Tower of Pots, Pans and Plates. However, I am an excellent dish stacker!!! I go at it with a plan so that I can arrange the dishes so they will dry most efficiently and if they do happen to get knocked over, plastics are ALWAYS on top. Better Off Born Blonde girl does NOT know how to efficiently stack dishes. I cannot tell you how many times I've seen a stack of bowls, right side up, sitting in the drying rack. First, bowls collect water (duh). Second, if they are freaking stacked together they form a vacuum of wetness!!! Double duh!

That's the end of my rant for now. I'm just going to go back to silently seething. At least she makes me feel smart.