Tradition

On Friday nights, it's become almost a tradition that a group of us go over to Sarah's apartment and watch movies. Yesterday, I offered t make dinner for people, and Sarah wanted it to be agt my apartment since we always go over to her house, and I thought that was fine, so I fixed the stuff at my place and we ate and hung out here.

We had awesome food, I made a cheese-stuffed chicken that if i were to ever make again I would marinate it for sure (it was kind of tasteless except for the cheese in the middle). I also made this gorgonzola-artichoke tortellini that turned out really really well. Plus an odd smattering of side dishes and appetizers. Anyway, we hung out, talked really loud, played music, got martinelli's on eeeverrrything. And made lot of general mess.

Of course since I had spent from 2 in the afternoon until about 6 30 making the dinner, I didn't want to look at the dishes at all, and I only loaded a few into the dishwasher. Meaning that I of course did what any normal hostess would do, I left the dishes and the kitchen in general disarray, to be cleaned the next morning after I would wake up.

So, the thing about my roommate is, well, she doesn't have a good opinion of me, at all. I am completely passive towards her because I don't like confrontation (but then again, who does?). She has a lot of rules, and likes things to be clean and organized, and above all, she treats me like I were a kid.

Whenever I am loud, she doesn't hesitate to text me about it, but because I don't want to make her mad, when she is too loud too late, I try to ignore it, or if I'm writing an essay and she's too loud, I'll put on my headphones and listen to music that general hurts my concentration more than t helps, but, I'm not about to do anything else, so I just suck it up and deal with it.

But that's just noise, what really bothers my roommate is the cleanliness. In our kitchen-living room area I have nothing, I do not decorate, I don't put pictures out, or anything, but she has decorated it with many many many things of hers, which is okay with me, just leave no indication that I live here. awesome.

There are a lot of examples of her taking her own initiative, and organizing my stuff, which is pretty aggravating to me, but not as much as the fact that she never ever warns me, or says 'Shannon could you please clean up your side of the pantry' or 'Shannon could you do something with your PS2, it's bugging me'. No. Instead what she will do is clean it for me. Which I'm sure that she gets no pleasure out of and thinks to herself 'I wish she would do this' - oh wait, I never know that it's bothering her, so how am I supposed to read her mind and do it myself?

So we generally don't ever see each other because we run on different schedules and I try to go over to Sarah's as much as possible so don't have to feel unwelcome in my own home. But to get back to last night' 'party', I left that mess so I could deal with it later since I was exhausted, and this morning I woke up the sounds of cleaning and my thoughts can basically be summed up in one word

'shit.'

I pretended I wasn't awake until she stopped and got ready in her room, and I opened the door to check and see what had been done, and I was relieved to see that she hadn't, well, washed my dishes. But in front of my door was the shoes I had left in the living room, the chair I had brought out for someone to sit on, and, a note.

Oh dear lord, a note. Now I have to admit that I did leave the kitchen quite messy, but I was planning on cleaning it up, not leaving it to her to do. Of course, she put the chairs back, washed the floor, cleaned the counters, cleaned the stove and did - everything that I was going to do if she had just given me time to do it, or, asked me.

But back to the note, it basically said "I'm tired of cleaning up after you, clean more, you're being really messy, and I always have to clean up after you, and that's not my job"

awesome.