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bedlamsbardTHEY MOVED MY MILK. It was on the door of the fridge, where it fits perfectly next to my bottle of cream and my jam jar, which I don't put on my shelf because the cream and the milk are both too tall (though the jam's not, it's just easier to grab from the door), and they moved it to my shelf and laid it down on its side. I mean, I bought it today (I only buy the little bottles, I don't remember the measurements, not half-gallons or gallons because to be honest? I really don't like the taste of the mlik down here, so I mostly only buy bottles for baking or cooking, maybe sometime I'll get fancy organic milk from Whole Foods and see if it tastes better to me) and haven't used it yet, so the lid's still sealed, but still. I mean, you could have moved the goddamn jam, you wouldn't have had to put it down on its side! Bonus fun times: as far as I can tell, they didn't move it to put something that was too tall to fit on another shelf, they moved it to put in a jar of salsa. That would have fit on another shelf. I just. What.
I'm still back at the part where they laid a bottle of milk on its side. If it wasn't still sealed, man, that would not be something I'd do, because those lids aren't all that sturdy -- they're pop-on caps, not screw-on. (For those in the GNO area, I think the brand they sell at school is Lizzie Borden or Brown Cow or something? Not sure, I'd have to get up and go check and I'm still reeling from the WHAT. The whole milk comes in a bottle with red packaging and a Saints sticker on the lid.)
This was accompanied by a card game that included drinking, but they weren't obnoxiously loud and it wouldn't have been that irritating if I hadn't been doing my Latin homework later than I should have been. (If I hadn't been doing my Latin homework, I probably would have had headphones in.) (Curiously, they did go to ask Texas to play, even though she wasn't in the room when they decided; they didn't ask me. Yes, the walls are that thin that I can hear everything they said.)
They have also started using the dishwasher. (So, wait, when I was nearly having panic attacks over people leaving their dishes in the sink it was too much trouble to use the dishwasher, but now it's fine? Whatever, as long as I don't end up cleaning up after them. Although they'll put things in the dishwasher that I definitely wouldn't put in the dishwasher, not because I think the dishwasher would harm them so much as, "Really? It's that much trouble to wash a measuring cup by hand? What if someone else wants to use that measuring cup? Why are all the chef's knives in the dishwasher? What if someone else wants to cut something? Also, isn't that not that good for the knife? Well, as long as it's not my knives." It is my measuring cups, though, and there have been several times so far where I've been left bewildered where my 1/2 cup or 1/4 cup measures are because someone's put them in the dishwasher and not told me about it.) Which means there's generally less stuff left in the sink (except during the day. Only if they do some kind of elaborate cooking project in the evening. No I don't get it either), but one of my other roommates likes to leave the remnants of her cooking experience scattered across the kitchen. We have maybe two to three square feet (tops!) of counter space. If you leave a cutting board and a couple of pans out, that fills up fast. AND IT TAKES THIRTY SECONDS TO WASH A CUTTING BOARD I KNOW I HAVE TIMED IT BECAUSE I WASH EVERYTHING ARGH. Other people live here and possibly want to cook as well, you know! (That's my take on organization/cleanliness/etc.: if it only affects you, great, do what you want and what makes you comfortable. But when there are other people involved, you have to think of them too. You don't have to rearrange your whole lives, but for a shared space -- like I said to one of my roommates last semester. You wouldn't leave your things all over the couch so that no one else could sit down, would you? Why is that acceptable when it's the kitchen and not the living room?)
And I haven't even touched at the "anti-religion" crack one of my roommates threw at me the other day. (I...I honestly had no idea to respond to that one, so I think I mumbled something about being uncomfortable around Christianity and stared at her blankly. It was -- I guess if I just say, "One of my roommates told me she thought I was anti-religion!" it sounds pretty bad, but...I don't know. Alaska is really involved in Wesley, the Methodist organization on campus, and she invited Texas and Maryland to go with her to their service + dinner thing, or something of the sort. I didn't know, and I asked where they were going, and Texas told me and then added that I was invited, and Maryland looked at me and said, "I thought you were anti-religion!" I don't think I even mentioned the pagan part in my reply, I was too startled. Who says that?)
(Another fun moment, from last semester. Just an odd one, not one that makes me actively uncomfortable. We were in the Rat, waiting for our orders to be called, and Texas and Alaska were talking about being mistaken for lesbians and both of them considering in high school whether or not there was a possibility they were attracted to women and deciding firmly that nope, both of them were firmly straight. At which point I said, "Well, I think I'm more attracted to women than I am to men," which made Alaska nearly have a heart attack. At which point my order got called and I went to collect it, and when I returned, I got the following responses. From Alaska: "Wait, are you attracted to men at all? (Yes, thus the use of the comparative.) I never thought about you being anything, you were just sort of a no-sexual to me!" From Texas: "Are you kidding? She talks about how attractive women with weapons are all the time." (And I don't think either of them realized that that was -- and still is -- the only time I've said it out loud.) It was an odd experience.
I know. I'm totally making myself sound like the best person to live with in the entire world. Won't you be my roommate?
I'm still back at the part where they laid a bottle of milk on its side. If it wasn't still sealed, man, that would not be something I'd do, because those lids aren't all that sturdy -- they're pop-on caps, not screw-on. (For those in the GNO area, I think the brand they sell at school is Lizzie Borden or Brown Cow or something? Not sure, I'd have to get up and go check and I'm still reeling from the WHAT. The whole milk comes in a bottle with red packaging and a Saints sticker on the lid.)
This was accompanied by a card game that included drinking, but they weren't obnoxiously loud and it wouldn't have been that irritating if I hadn't been doing my Latin homework later than I should have been. (If I hadn't been doing my Latin homework, I probably would have had headphones in.) (Curiously, they did go to ask Texas to play, even though she wasn't in the room when they decided; they didn't ask me. Yes, the walls are that thin that I can hear everything they said.)
They have also started using the dishwasher. (So, wait, when I was nearly having panic attacks over people leaving their dishes in the sink it was too much trouble to use the dishwasher, but now it's fine? Whatever, as long as I don't end up cleaning up after them. Although they'll put things in the dishwasher that I definitely wouldn't put in the dishwasher, not because I think the dishwasher would harm them so much as, "Really? It's that much trouble to wash a measuring cup by hand? What if someone else wants to use that measuring cup? Why are all the chef's knives in the dishwasher? What if someone else wants to cut something? Also, isn't that not that good for the knife? Well, as long as it's not my knives." It is my measuring cups, though, and there have been several times so far where I've been left bewildered where my 1/2 cup or 1/4 cup measures are because someone's put them in the dishwasher and not told me about it.) Which means there's generally less stuff left in the sink (except during the day. Only if they do some kind of elaborate cooking project in the evening. No I don't get it either), but one of my other roommates likes to leave the remnants of her cooking experience scattered across the kitchen. We have maybe two to three square feet (tops!) of counter space. If you leave a cutting board and a couple of pans out, that fills up fast. AND IT TAKES THIRTY SECONDS TO WASH A CUTTING BOARD I KNOW I HAVE TIMED IT BECAUSE I WASH EVERYTHING ARGH. Other people live here and possibly want to cook as well, you know! (That's my take on organization/cleanliness/etc.: if it only affects you, great, do what you want and what makes you comfortable. But when there are other people involved, you have to think of them too. You don't have to rearrange your whole lives, but for a shared space -- like I said to one of my roommates last semester. You wouldn't leave your things all over the couch so that no one else could sit down, would you? Why is that acceptable when it's the kitchen and not the living room?)
And I haven't even touched at the "anti-religion" crack one of my roommates threw at me the other day. (I...I honestly had no idea to respond to that one, so I think I mumbled something about being uncomfortable around Christianity and stared at her blankly. It was -- I guess if I just say, "One of my roommates told me she thought I was anti-religion!" it sounds pretty bad, but...I don't know. Alaska is really involved in Wesley, the Methodist organization on campus, and she invited Texas and Maryland to go with her to their service + dinner thing, or something of the sort. I didn't know, and I asked where they were going, and Texas told me and then added that I was invited, and Maryland looked at me and said, "I thought you were anti-religion!" I don't think I even mentioned the pagan part in my reply, I was too startled. Who says that?)
(Another fun moment, from last semester. Just an odd one, not one that makes me actively uncomfortable. We were in the Rat, waiting for our orders to be called, and Texas and Alaska were talking about being mistaken for lesbians and both of them considering in high school whether or not there was a possibility they were attracted to women and deciding firmly that nope, both of them were firmly straight. At which point I said, "Well, I think I'm more attracted to women than I am to men," which made Alaska nearly have a heart attack. At which point my order got called and I went to collect it, and when I returned, I got the following responses. From Alaska: "Wait, are you attracted to men at all? (Yes, thus the use of the comparative.) I never thought about you being anything, you were just sort of a no-sexual to me!" From Texas: "Are you kidding? She talks about how attractive women with weapons are all the time." (And I don't think either of them realized that that was -- and still is -- the only time I've said it out loud.) It was an odd experience.
I know. I'm totally making myself sound like the best person to live with in the entire world. Won't you be my roommate?
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Date: 2011-01-27 05:16 am (UTC)Well, since clearly none of your roommates are going to say it: congratulations! Awkward circumstances for statement-making, but, y'know, sort of important milestone anyway. :)
*offers hugs*
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Date: 2011-01-27 06:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-01-28 02:54 am (UTC)I just want you to know I spit my lemonade laughing. I think it's 'Borden Milk' and has Elsie the Cow on it.
Oh, the milk of Lizzie Borden, do you know what that could get you?
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Date: 2011-01-28 05:53 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-01-30 02:14 am (UTC)True story: my very first ever roommate, first semester of my freshman year, moved out the first week because (I found out via scuttlebutt later on) she thought I was a lesbian. Mind you, this was before I'd come out *to my frelling self*. Said impression, I learned, was based on the large quantity of half nekkid fantasy chicks I'd plastered about my half of the room. (Er, yeah. About that. I was a bit clueless.)
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Date: 2011-01-30 02:18 am (UTC)surprise
Date: 2011-02-07 07:23 am (UTC)