I HATE MY ROOMMATES SO HARD

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I hate those fucking bitches so hard. This is going to be so profane but honestly, FUCKALDSF;FDHSADFLJKHASD. Okay, here are my roommates:

Shanelle- She's okay. She's pretty quiet and she cleans up after herself, but I hate her because of the one night she was screaming at her boyfriend at 3 AM and made me let her in like four times. Plus just now she squealed really annoyingly. STFU BITCHES, NO ONE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS. On second thought, that might not be her speaking right now.

Shef- She's fine. Quiet, cleans up after herself.

Katie- Gives off bitch vibes and seems to have an irrational hatred for me, no matter what I do.

Cait- FUCK I HATE HER SO MUCH I HATE HER SO MUCH I'VE LOST ALL CONCEPT OF PUNCTUATION. Her voice is always about 10 decibels louder than it needs to be and she blasts her music really loud at inopportune times, she never replaces the toilet paper and she never does her dishes and she has the most annoying squeal ever. I NEED HER TO FALL DOWN A WELL. Here's what happened tonight. She was like yelling (which is her normal speaking voice) at around midnight while I was trying to sleep. I don't give a shit if everyone else has Fridays off, but I have to get up at 8:30 and I'm not a morning person and I NEED my sleep. So I went out and my roommates (minus Shanelle) were in the living room and I was like, really calmly, "You guys, I don't want to be a bitch right now, but can you keep it down please?" Really nice, really calm, really reasonable. A+ all around. So that little immature bitch says to me, "I'm getting written up by security so I don't really care about anyone else's sleep right now." Excuuuuuuuuse me, bitch? Now, I'm afflicted with the disease where I can never think of anything good to say in a confrontation, so all I said was, "Why?" Apparently she signed in her friend and he got in a fight and now she's written up because she's responsible for her guests. Boo hoo, so I have to pay the price because you have shitty taste in friends? Basically, the little hobag is saying to me, "My problems are more important than your needs." WTF?

Here are the other things that bitch does (or more specifically, doesn't do.) She NEVER ever puts the toilet paper on the roll, and I'm willing to bet mommy and daddy always did that so she doesn't know how. She never cleans the bathroom. She never cleans up after herself. Pretty sure she hasn't done her own dishes yet. She blasts music all the time, and seems to sense when I'm trying to sleep and puts it on extra loud then. She squeals sooooooo annoyingly. She's a spoiled little princess who has clearly never learned to do anything by herself and is one of those people who will always rely on other people to do shit for her. I hope she fails out of university, not only for my satisfaction but also because then I won't have to go through the hell of living with her. I want to punch her in the face and then kick her repeatedly and then pull a Street Fighter and shoryuken her and break her fingers one by one and then throw her out a window. And then I want to give her a punch of papercuts all over her UGLY FACE. In lieu of that, I will settle for her being stuck on the can without toilet paper. I have no idea how she makes friends because there is literally nothing likeable about her. She is stupid, abrasive, annoying, loud, and has absolutely nothing to offer anyone.

Miscellaneous complaints: Two days ago, I found a plate with half a sandwich on it (uncovered) resting on my milk, iced tea, and someone else's milk. So, whoever did this (I'm betting Cait...she's just stupid enough to think this was okay) is a moron for a few reasons: The first being, it didn't occur to her that I would want to get at my drinks, and the second being SHE LITERALLY DOES NOT KNOW THAT BREAD DRIES OUT IF YOU LEAVE IT UNCOVERED. This is rudimentary shit, people. I'm pretty sure I learned that back when I was about five. Cait is such a moron that she thinks it's okay if you just stick bread in the fridge uncovered. I don't even know what to say to this anymore. I just really need something bad to happen to her. Although she was crying about this whole "getting written up by security" thing and that made me about 3982346x happier.

I have no idea why I thought this was a good idea. I think I thought it would be easy to make friends if I was living with someone but all this experience did was make me despise people more. And it's all pointless anyway because all my friends are in my program and not in my res. WHY IS MY LIFE SUCH A COSMIC JOKE?

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ANYWAY. I'm going to St. Catherines for Thanksgiving and hanging out with old people for three days, and I'm pretty sure (I'm hoping, anyway) that everyone is going home tomorrow. That means TWO, POSSIBLY THREE WHOLE DAYS WITHOUT ASSHOLEY ROOMMATES. And living with old people means I GET TO GO TO BED EARLY I'M SERIOUSLY SO EXCITED YOU GUYS. Fuck partying. I'm ready to play cards with my grandma and great aunt and get like 12 hours of sleep and catch up on reading. I'm so ready for this weekend.