I’m going to continue to complain about the absurd amount of dishes I just had to wash.
It took 3 hours.
I took a few breaks here and there, which is probably what prolonged it, but I needed to rest my back and my hands.
All of the dishes are piled in the drainer and on the counter.
My roomies can dry and put those bitches away. I’m going to bed.
It’s a mountain on top of the stove.
I’ve taken a break. I’ve been at it for about an hour now and have barely made a dent.
I’m never doing this again. This is the second time I’ve had to do a mountain of dishes. Granted, this time I volunteered to do them since I hadn’t done dishes since our last party towards the end of March because I had been so busy with tutorial.
But this is ridiculous. The roomies could have done some of the dishes instead of leaving me with the Mt. Everest of cutlery and food ware.
After this, I am ONLY washing whatever I make. Nothing more, nothing less.
EDIT: So, there are dishes that have been sitting for at least 2 weeks. They are absolutely disgusting. Nothing is coming off. I’ve washed every single dish I’ve done so far two times. There’s multiple layers of grease and food, it’s so gross.
There as a pitcher that had sangria in it from like 2 weeks ago. No one even threw out the fruit. The oranges at the bottom were green, and I got drunk just from the smell.
This is so disgusting.
I promise I won’t tell my life story this time.
Short, sweet, and to the point, roomie #1 always has to be right.
She has to be right about everything, and it’s annoying because she mistakes her opinions for rightful facts and will argue with you about why your opinions are WRONG and why she’s RIGHT or the stuff she likes or does is BETTER. It’s just like….POJGOIHGJDGHOGU SHUT UP! Stop arguing like your OPINIONS are FACTS. YOU ARE NOT RIGHT!
She’s a beer snob, a music snob, and she thinks she’s better because she “actually likes her tutorial, and she’ll never hate it because it’s interesting so it will never stress her out.”
You’d think I would have adapted to this by now. But here’s the problem, I have to be right, too. If you are genuinely opposed to my opinion, and you provide logical reasons why, then fine. I will agree to disagree with you and move on. But when you try to make yourself out to be better than me based on your opinion, FUCK THAT. Then I will argue back until I’m blue in the face. There is nothing more annoying than someone who makes themselves out to be better than you based on a differing opinion.
If you want to see the drama drag out, it’s on my one FB picture of me eating my tutorial button. There were times when I was a bit bitchy, but I tried to play it off and end the discussion at one point, and she kept going. So I kept going.
Ugh, I know I shouldn’t let it get to me, and I have cooled down since then, but still…it’s just really annoying how she always has to be right about everything in the world. I actually felt my heart rate go up because I was getting so worked up over her responses.
I’ve come to notice there are a lot of things about her personality that I don’t like. I feel like once I graduate this year, our friendship will kind of…fade. I’m close to her, but not that close. We always say we’ll hang out over the summer and we never do. Maybe like…once or twice when she has a party at her house. She doesn’t ask me to hang out, and I’m always busy and usually never make plans to begin with so…I don’t see us hanging out over the summer very much. She just does so much that annoys me.
Anywho, that’s all. I’m not going to write an angry novel like I did last time. Just needed to come on here where I have privacy from friends and family who would blab about this. Like I said, ranting helps me calm down, whether I’m writing it out or taking with a friend about it.