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March 20, 2001
My Psycho Roomie...Part 2.
Speaking of people who never express problems with another person to their face, my roomie is at it again. This time, it's even more ridiculous than before.
Ok, perhaps I should start at the beginning of this grand "falling out." It all started last November when a friend of her's came to visit us for a few days. All my roommate would talk about is how cool her friend is and how I'm going to get along great with her, etc. Well, she visited, and yeah, we got along very very well. Very cool person, I must say. One day, however, when Nicole was at class, Sarah commented that she was hungry because she hadn't eaten all day. I was going up to the carryout anyway, so I offered to bring her back something so she at least ate something. I brought her back this small container of spaghetti (they monitor how much you take from the carryout. I would've brought more if they would've let me). After she finished off the spaghetti, Nicole came home, asked if she was hungry to which she replied "(LX) just brought me some spaghetti, and I just finished it before you came in." Admittedly, it wasn't much; it was basically just to tide her over until Nicole came home. Well, that was it for the night. Nicole immediately clammed up, and when Sarah asked her what was wrong, she replied "I don't want to talk about it." From then on, all she did was sit in the middle of the floor and pout; not talking to either of us. The next day, Sarah had had enough of Nicole's ridiculous attitude that she asked me to bring her back to the train station since she wanted to go home, which I did. Nicole didn't talk to either of us for a good couple of weeks (which I didn't really mind; I just found it amusing that she could be so childish). This was the beginning of the end...
After winter vacation (she was supposed to pick me up from the airport...which she didn't. I did get mad, but didn't yell at her like I initially wanted), things just began to get weirder and weirder. When we were getting close to spring break, she commented to me that she was going back home, and was thinking of bringing Sarah over for a week. Trouble clouded the air like dust after a bomb dropping when those words escaped her lips. I knew this was a bad idea.
She was talking to Sarah on AOL, and, you know how sometimes when you're talking to your friends, somebody says "tell them I said 'hi'"? Well, Sarah and I were doing that back and forth, but instead of saying "(LX) said hi" or whatever, she changed the color of her text, and was talking to Sarah *as* me. When I asked her about it, Nicole denied it, so I said "I'm just going to ask Sarah myself". At that point, Nicole IM'ed Sarah telling her not to talk to me. Sarah, being the wonderful person that she is, told me that Nicole was impersonating me; the whole while Nicole trying to look at my screen to see what Sarah and I were saying. I minimized the IM window, and said "you don't do that stuff. You don't impersonate people online like that," among a few other things. Nicole, admitting to being too lazy to say "she said," got defensive, and put her headphones on so she didn't have to listen to me. After that, she and Sarah continued talking, and Sarah showed me some of the IM text. Turns out, Nicole wasn't jealous of losing Sarah to me, she was upset that Sarah and I had a better relationship than she and I do. Well, I fucking wonder why? :P I guess after her asking me questions about my boyfriend's anatomy and telling me "I got further with Martin" (her ex scumbag frycook "boyfriend") "than you ever will with Tom" (which is supposed to be some big insult? I think I'm missing something, but whatever...I'll give her the benefit of the doubt this time), I'm supposed to just huddle up with a mud mask, my hair in curlers, and a bowl of popcorn with her and be all buddy-buddy. I don't think so.
Upon hearing about this incident, Tom, my best friend, my mom, and even Sarah all told me that I should tell the RA about her because they were afraid of her doing something to me (she and her last roommate had to go through the courts because of their problems). I told my RA about it, and she said "well, if she starts doing weird things like leaving you little notes or something like that, come and talk to me again". Needless to say, I'm going to be visiting my RA again soon.
Last night when I got home from work, I found Nicole sitting on her chair, pouting, being completely quiet, thumbing through her latest Cosmo. I just figured she was having another one of her "the world hates me" fits, so I ignored it. This morning, I went to heat up some breadsticks in the microwave after she left, only to find a note in it saying that it was "out of order" due to lack of it being clean. Admittedly, it was my fault that it was dirty, and I should've cleaned it (which I did), but she *never once* said "you left a mess in the microwave, clean it" to me...she just left some ridiculous, third-grade note stating that. I can understand her being upset because it was my fault it was dirty, but to not actually tell me is just stupid. I'm so sick and tired of petty crap like this. Needless to say, I left her a nasty note in return, but decided to not give her an advantage in case my RA talks to her, so I left one saying she should've just told me to clean it after I got home from work last night. I don't get it.
Needless to say (even after I skipped a *lot* of crap), my roommate's a bloody psycho. Granted, yes, I should've cleaned the microwave before, but I hadn't realized I made a mess in it. All she had to say was "clean it" when I got home last night instead of this word-less pouting bullshit. Oh well, only five weeks left until I'm done with her, anyway.
By the way, I woke up with a cold yesterday, and my face is flushed right now...damnit :P.
Posted by ladyx at March 20, 2001 01:45 AM
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