Well, I haven't written a journal about my roommate in a while...what better time than TONIGHT. Saturday night, a night when I wouldn't normally even be here, except that I am. Letsee, I haven't even been back for 7 days...

You know what? I don't even know where to start. I feel like I have such a crazy long list of shit that it's almost unbelievable. I get back (day one) just, crap everywhere, dishes food, the place is freezing because the windows are open (it's January I might add) there are bizarre buckets and pots of water everywhere. For some reason the fridge is unplugged. God knows, I don't even bother to ask. What is the point, I wont get an answer that makes any sense or I will get a lie or I will get barked at in Spanish or I will get a guilt trip because I am Canadian and have it so much easier. I notice now that she has a phone and a stereo set up in the hallway. Great.

Next day I am almost ready for school, the breaker start tripping. Whats the point of fixing it, I've truly given up. I can hear her muttering out there in the hallway. She's playing dumb so someone will come to her rescue. Fuck it again, I locked my door and just left. I have to set my alarm clock on a daily basis cause it's on the circuit she is tripping all the time.

So by now I've realized I am dealing with a crazy person. I can't talk to her about anything because she will not listen and doesn't care. I close the windows and she goes and opens them within 3 minutes. I turn off the heat and she turns it back up to 30. The thermostat is in the hallway and since the windows are open the heat never shuts off making my room a pressure cooker. She wont listen/doesn't care. Yesterday I slammed a door in her face.

Today she was blasting Spanish music, snapping her fingers, dancing around, singing really loud, laughing, burping, making a RACKET with the pots and pans. I complained about her to the guy up stairs. He had already tried to tell her to turn down the music...she wouldn't. There are tons of other stories about shit she's done, the list goes ON and ON and ON. Anyway he flipped his lid, went downstairs, told her to shut the fucking music off and to close the goddamned door. Yes, now she has the whole door open not just the window and she is walking around with her winter coat on and boots. So he called his parents (they own the house) and they had to come and take her for the night because he was so mad he was going to call the police.

She always starts playing the guitar at about 11:30 every night, she asks the guy upstairs to give her potatoes, drive her everywhere, clean everything, dust her keyboard, she barfs all the time, she stinks for some reason, she is a mooch, she will knock on the door upstairs about 25 times a day even if it is 1 AM at night. if she is bored she bothers everyone, she never sleeps and she is always here. She has been in court all week because she is going though a divorce from some woman who I figure must also be nuts. Uh huh. Yes you read that right. How could anyone have been married to her, I don't know. She came from a battered women's shelter before she got here. .... .... ... .. . I would really like to say some majorly offensive shit about all this. I wont. I can honestly understand why someone would want to pound her face in. I've been standing in a room with her before and had one of those surreal moments where you almost see your own fist fly up and sink into someone's face, but it didn't actually happen. Like a really vivid and awesome daydream.

I have met some self centered, abrasive people before but this woman takes the prize. I have never in my whole 32 years of life met anyone who is so blatantly ignorant, self absorbed, willing to abuse and use people, stupid stupid stupid, nuts, lying, idiotic or self centered. Never, I swear to GOD, never. She has no clue either about how she acts. I honestly think she thinks she is entitled to have everything and anything she wants instantly and that it is the responsibility of everyone else around her to satisfy whatever ridiculous needs she has. I hate her. I HATE HER.

Also, I've only listed about 10% of the shit that has happened.

So tonight she is gone and I can sleep in past 7 am without earplugs in. God I hate the earplugs.

Anyway I'm going to bed to make the most of my free night.