This deserves a rant. It’s been a pretty pleasant semester, till now. I live with some beautiful people from all over the world, Australia, Kenya, Norway and Sweden. I love em all to bits and credit them as some of my best mates in Perth. Okay, the pretty shallow talk ends here.
So ONE particular housemate just happens to be a prick. And no, it’s a SHE (gasps in horror). We (the rest of the ‘normal’ people in my unit have tolerated:
- The recital of Italian words, repeated again and again, out loud. At 9am.
- Emotional outbursts that involve the FULL volume blasting of Evanescence (of ALL forms of bad music) to disguise the throwing of things in her room.
- Incessant comments about the food we eat – “Oh that looks unhealthy”, pointing to my omelette… “Oh does your finger fingers have more fish than mine? Mine has 51% real fish!”
- Learning ALL about her wretched past, how screwed her family is, how dumb her dad, how she has the ‘gift’, how her husband has GOT to be supportive of her singing career or it just won’t work out, etc.
- Having to shut her up FOUR times during study week that all of us have exams and she’s way too loud.
- Hopping over to other units and talking shit about us.
- How she deduces that every guy that says hi to her and starts a conversation, is inevitably trying to get her in bed.
- Bringing her friends over at 1am, talking out loud and laughing even louder during exam week.
- Vocal warmups at 3pm every day.
- And, to top it all off, the dreaded giggle, which can be heard so clearly from TWO units away, across small garden outside my unit.
This morning, we found this scribbled on our notice board.
Is this an apology or do I detect a semantic twist? It’s like saying, “Oh I’m not getting a Mac cos I’m not fashionable enough”.
8 days more and I move out. I thought this was timely, or may overdue.
Filed under: Bitch for Brekkie, Blog
I think she’s lonelier, than she makes herself out to be. it’s pretty sad and from my perspective (Sorry, so easy to look in and comment when you don’t live within it, i realize.)- perhaps that’s her way of expressing and ‘connecting’ with her environment and the people living in it. Maybe she doesn’t realize, has no conscious inkling to how unhealthy and detrimental this is to her fellow housemates and (worse?) to her well-being.
UHLHUHLHUUHUHUHLLHUHUHUHUHU
Do you miss my ‘gift’?
I would write underneath that message what I told you last night if it didn’t mean stooping to her level of immaturity. Ah wells.