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Long time no update. Well, today I got some interesting news.
I've had nothing but bad roommate experiences since I've been at UCR. I'm sure most of you know what I'm talking about.
My first roommate was the absolute worst. She made up lies about me and my family and posted them online for everyone to see, threw unbelievable temper tantrums, lied about her grades and put everyone else down for not doing as well as she supposedly did, filed a false police report against me and my two closest friends, and threatened to sue us all for "emotional damages". To go into detail would take too much time; I'd probly be stuck writing for days.
So let's move on.
My sophomore year, I was assigned to a triple room in A&I. I couldn't take one roommate last year; what made them think I could take two?
Fortunately, the two of my roommates combined were nowhere near as bad as Nikita was. The worst were the anxiety attacks I got from the Princess. She was notorious for making big messes; clothes and shoes everywhere, trash on my desk, and more shit on my bed. She made lots of noise and invited her stupid ass Britney-loving princess friends over when I was trying to sleep or study.
My other roommate, even though I didn't like her for a while, ended up being the best roommate I ever had--I didn't realize this until later. When she first moved in, I was ecstatic to see that we had so much in common. But then she started telling me how I have small boobs, and that made me super upset.
And that was the worst thing she ever did. But, now that I think about it, she didn't do anything wrong. She wasn't lying or telling everybody; it's true that I have itty bitty titties. She never threatened to sue me or have the RD ban my friends from our building. So I'm over it. She thinks I have small tits. Big deal. I know I do. And I feel bad for getting so pissy over it. Sorry, Gina.
So one of my friends from our hall, Kiran, complained to me about her roommate, and by this time Gina had already left Riverside to pursue other opportunities, and the Princess was driving me fucking nuts, so Kiran proposed a switch. Let the evil spoiled roommates live with each other and we could move in together. Amazingly, the other two agreed, and we switched.
At first, Kiran was really cool. I thought I'd found the perfect roommate. She was so polite, never did anything to upset me, and we had a lot in common. Unfortunately, that didn't last long. Things started to go sour when her boyfriend came over to stay. I'd told her it was ok for him to come over and sleep in our room, but I had no idea that deal included locking me out of my room for days at a time.
Whenever I told my mom about my roommate problems, she said it was partly my fault because I "suffered in silence"; I had a problem with what my roommate was doing, but I never had the guts to tell them for fear of upsetting them.
So I told Kiran I didn't really appreciate being locked out, and I felt unwelcome in my own room. I guess she didn't like that, because she started to get all moody around me. I didn't think anything was wrong, because when I went and asked her, she said everything was ok.
But at the end of the year, I found out she'd been talking barrelfuls of shit about me. And therein lies the irony. That was one of the biggest problems she had with her former roommate; Kiran told me her roommate had a nasty habit of talking shit about her behind her back instead of just telling her she had a problem with her, and here she was doing the same thing to me. Can you say "hypocrite"?
I found out that her main complaint was that I was a "crybaby". Yes, I cried once because I was so frustrated over not being able to sleep or study that I almost had another anxiety attack. Narrowly avoided it, thanks to Jamaal. But the majority of my tears were shed because someone I'd loved dearly died recently. What kind of fucked up bitch makes fun of someone for crying over the death of a loved one? Then again, I guess I can't expect someone as cold as she is to cry over someone's death like normal people do.
But hey, all that's over. I just found out today that I was assigned to a room in Lothian--a SINGLE room. That means no more bitchy roommates, no more anxiety attacks, no more nervous breakdowns, no more white hairs (hopefully), no more stomach ulcers, no more fleas, no more bullshit.
I can finally see how well I'm capable of doing in school if I don't have any distractions or anything to stress me out. I'm just happy and excited to know that I can finally change in my room without having to worry about someone checking me out. And also I won't have to worry about someone else's shit all over my desk or bed. And I won't have to deal with someone stealing money or anything else from me, or locking me out of my room when I have homework to do.
This is going to be the best school year ever.
I've had nothing but bad roommate experiences since I've been at UCR. I'm sure most of you know what I'm talking about.
My first roommate was the absolute worst. She made up lies about me and my family and posted them online for everyone to see, threw unbelievable temper tantrums, lied about her grades and put everyone else down for not doing as well as she supposedly did, filed a false police report against me and my two closest friends, and threatened to sue us all for "emotional damages". To go into detail would take too much time; I'd probly be stuck writing for days.
So let's move on.
My sophomore year, I was assigned to a triple room in A&I. I couldn't take one roommate last year; what made them think I could take two?
Fortunately, the two of my roommates combined were nowhere near as bad as Nikita was. The worst were the anxiety attacks I got from the Princess. She was notorious for making big messes; clothes and shoes everywhere, trash on my desk, and more shit on my bed. She made lots of noise and invited her stupid ass Britney-loving princess friends over when I was trying to sleep or study.
My other roommate, even though I didn't like her for a while, ended up being the best roommate I ever had--I didn't realize this until later. When she first moved in, I was ecstatic to see that we had so much in common. But then she started telling me how I have small boobs, and that made me super upset.
And that was the worst thing she ever did. But, now that I think about it, she didn't do anything wrong. She wasn't lying or telling everybody; it's true that I have itty bitty titties. She never threatened to sue me or have the RD ban my friends from our building. So I'm over it. She thinks I have small tits. Big deal. I know I do. And I feel bad for getting so pissy over it. Sorry, Gina.
So one of my friends from our hall, Kiran, complained to me about her roommate, and by this time Gina had already left Riverside to pursue other opportunities, and the Princess was driving me fucking nuts, so Kiran proposed a switch. Let the evil spoiled roommates live with each other and we could move in together. Amazingly, the other two agreed, and we switched.
At first, Kiran was really cool. I thought I'd found the perfect roommate. She was so polite, never did anything to upset me, and we had a lot in common. Unfortunately, that didn't last long. Things started to go sour when her boyfriend came over to stay. I'd told her it was ok for him to come over and sleep in our room, but I had no idea that deal included locking me out of my room for days at a time.
Whenever I told my mom about my roommate problems, she said it was partly my fault because I "suffered in silence"; I had a problem with what my roommate was doing, but I never had the guts to tell them for fear of upsetting them.
So I told Kiran I didn't really appreciate being locked out, and I felt unwelcome in my own room. I guess she didn't like that, because she started to get all moody around me. I didn't think anything was wrong, because when I went and asked her, she said everything was ok.
But at the end of the year, I found out she'd been talking barrelfuls of shit about me. And therein lies the irony. That was one of the biggest problems she had with her former roommate; Kiran told me her roommate had a nasty habit of talking shit about her behind her back instead of just telling her she had a problem with her, and here she was doing the same thing to me. Can you say "hypocrite"?
I found out that her main complaint was that I was a "crybaby". Yes, I cried once because I was so frustrated over not being able to sleep or study that I almost had another anxiety attack. Narrowly avoided it, thanks to Jamaal. But the majority of my tears were shed because someone I'd loved dearly died recently. What kind of fucked up bitch makes fun of someone for crying over the death of a loved one? Then again, I guess I can't expect someone as cold as she is to cry over someone's death like normal people do.
But hey, all that's over. I just found out today that I was assigned to a room in Lothian--a SINGLE room. That means no more bitchy roommates, no more anxiety attacks, no more nervous breakdowns, no more white hairs (hopefully), no more stomach ulcers, no more fleas, no more bullshit.
I can finally see how well I'm capable of doing in school if I don't have any distractions or anything to stress me out. I'm just happy and excited to know that I can finally change in my room without having to worry about someone checking me out. And also I won't have to worry about someone else's shit all over my desk or bed. And I won't have to deal with someone stealing money or anything else from me, or locking me out of my room when I have homework to do.
This is going to be the best school year ever.