Bad to worse

So yesterday, he called me from the building's lobby because he left his room key in his coat, so I needed to dig through that to get his key, but that's not the "worse" part here.  As I enter the bathroom and place my iPod in my speakers, I'm welcomed with the sight of an obviously used toilet that hasn't been flushed.  While Lake water might not be the best, I know for a fact that it isn't yellow, which leads to only one conclusion, Jason took a leak and for some reason known only to him, decided not to flush.  EWWWWWW!  Do us all a favor and use those 2 or 3 gallons, whatever it takes, just so I get the honor of soiling my own fresh bowl of water.  Thanks.

-Brian

Dirty Soap

So several months ago I confronted Jason over the sudden disappearance of a lot of my Axe bodywash.  Then, last week when I told my mom I needed a new bar of soap, she was surprised the one I had went by so quickly.  Well now I know why.  I used up the tiniest last bit of soap on friday, but then today I noticed my then unused bar of soap unwrapped, used, and placed in my soap dish, little black hairs and all.  This is disgusting.  Not only did I not say he could use my soap, but he went out of his way to use it by needing to take it out of the cabinet and unwrap it.  Needless to say, he and I will have quite the discussion once he ever gets back.

-Brian

UPDATE 1:

There's also a piece of nasty looking gum stuck to the top of my new black microwave, so he'll also hear about that from me.

3 things...

1.  If a box is labeled "Recycling ONLY" what would you put in it?  Well Jason apparently feels that used kleenex and paper towels, french fries, bread crusts, chicken bones, and an exploded pen all qualify.  Are you kidding me?!?!  No joke he put chicken bones in there.  What a flipping dumbass.

2.  Here's another scenerio, you want to watch TV but your roommate is sleeping, what do you do?  A. Wake him up and ask if you can watch TV guaranteeing he's awake, or B. Just start watching TV and only MAYBE wake him up.  Which would you choose?  Jason chose A. and asked me four times if he could watch TV while I played asleep.  BTW, he eventually just watched TV anyways.

3.  Complaining gets old, and so does his sleeping habits.  So Wednesday night, he goes to bed around 7:30, but at 10 we had a floor meeting.  The RA comes around and knocks on doors, thus waking him up.  On the way back from the meeting, he's complaining about how he woke up for that, like shut the hell up dude, nobody's listening or cares!  Not only do I not care, but nobody on the floor even knows OF him since he's never around.  So he immediately goes back to bed at 10:10, but I wake up this morning and find him sitting up in his bed staring at me!  Holy Shit was that scary!  And of course now he's back in bed, 17 HOURS after he first went to bed, wake the fuck up and do something kid.  I don't even know if he goes to class or what his deal is, but if people think I'm a sloth, Jesus, this kid's infinitely worse.

-Brian

Live from Michigan Avenue

I don't know if this kid just doesn't know how to use a phone or what, but he called me today, and after I said Hello 3 times in 10 second, then him pushing a button on his phone causing a terribly loud beep in my ear, I finally said enough is enough and hung up on him.  this comes after he called me twice one sundaySunday morning and apparently called a spam number from my phone.  Needless to say, next time he asks to use my phone, I'm telling him no way in hellhe'll.

It's 4AM, do you know where your roommate is?

I do, he's entering my room and then attempting to make something in the microwave, again, this is all at 4 in the F-ing MORNING!  But would you believe that it gets worse?  So at 9:30, a mere 5 1/2 hours later, he's up and walking about.  Entering and leaving the bathroom every couple minutes, again using the microwave pushing as many of the buttons that beep when pushed as he can, and eventually, leaving conveniently right at 10:57, 3 minutes before I need to get up.  So, while he got 5 1/2 or so hours of sleep, I got less than 5 and am REALLY in a crabby mood.  At least now whenever I get up before him, I'll have no reservations about playing my music while I'm in the shower whether he's asleep or not, I don't care.

-Brian

Lying to my face

So since he was actually in the room for longer than 30 seconds while I was here, I finally confronted him over all the inconsistencies that happened over break, and he LIES TO ME!  I asked him what happened since my computer was messed with, desk was gone through, and razor was used.  He said he didn't know what was up with that stuff, fine.  But then he tells me "I didn't have any friends over." yet when I called him on sunday to ask him WTF was up with the room when I got back to it, he said he had a friend over Wednesday.  So I called BS on him and said "But you told me you had a friend over." so then he recanted his statement by saying that he wouldn't invite the friend over again because he, and I quote "acted homeless."  So I'm pretty sure who used all my shit, his F-ing "homeless" friend.  Either way, I think I've scared the daylights out of him to the point where he won't breath my air without asking first.  And for the first time all semester, he actually has some food in the freezer so at least now he won't be eating my food either.  Unfortunately, now I need to keep precise tabs on all my stuff, not just shampoos and food, but even stuff sitting on my desk as I never know when he'll have another one of his "homeless" friends over.

-Brian

Terrible Roommate-The Beginning

Instead of ranting to my friends one-by-one about how annoying or how much my current roommate is, I'm going to join the Gen. X crowd and instead blog about it.  A little background for the unfamiliar: I had a so-so roommate freshman year, Zeke, the problem was just that we never talked.  Things improved near the end of the year, but it wasn't the best.  Then fall semester '07, I had the best damned roommate I could've asked for.  He was cool, a Mac user, and we had a lot in common, hence we did a lot together.  But alas, his stay here was cut short for financial reasons.  The roommate I'm stuck with right now sucks, unfortunately, I know it can still get worse.  Jason isn't a smoker or a rocker, both or which would make an already bad situation, even worse.  What he does do is use my stuff, break my stuff, and then come and go at the weirdest flipping times of day.  Just today, I went to bed at 3a.m. and he wasn't back yet, but then at 6:15, his phone started going off which set in motion his persistant coming and going in the room for the next 50 minutes!  Let me remind you that I got up at 7:30 for my 8:30 class, so I got didly-squat when it came to sleep today.

I'll have more A. as it happens, and B. as I write about his past experiences, but for now, it's time for that 8:30 class.

-Brian