My Roommate is an Asshole

Monday, September 10th, 2007 | Life

So I have been drinking my special alcohol tonight. Also talked to a couple friends I haven’t talked to in awhile so I was in a REALLY GOOD MOOD… Then I went inside after talking on the phone. I had to be outside since I have no cell reception inside. So probably an hour and a half later I go back inside and my roommate is watching some downloaded rally race (note that he is using my projection TV to do this). I don’t give a shit because I am in a good mood, so I go and pour myself another ethereal (special drink) and go back to my computer. I start working on something on one of the monitors and resume an anime episode that I was watching when I took a phone call on the other monitor. No big deal right? Wrong…. My roommate SPAZES out. I mean he flipped out that I was being totally rude because he was watching something. Clearly he is still watching something and I did not interrupt him at all, however because my audio (which even when I first started) was much quieter than his and was in Japanese it shouldn’t be any distraction from his program.

At the old house he watched TV loudly in one room while I was in another room, but I never said shit… If he wasn’t watching TV he was in his room with his door open playing music, but I didn’t care…. Why? Because though I could clearly hear the words it was not a distraction from what I was doing.

Well apparently my NOT LOUD Japanese anime is extremely distracting to him so much that he wants me to take my big ass computer to my room (not possible) to watch it. Well I laugh and say whatever and keep watching my show and was nice enough to turn it down even more… Well he cranks the volume up about 25 decibels more (not an exaggeration). I say, hey… ASSHOLE… this is a towhouse, we have neighbors on both sides of the wall… he continues to spaz and so long as I am watching my anime he will keep the volume spiked so loud that there is no way to hear the anime.

Well while I was writing this I got saved again by my sister calling… so I paused it again and made a statement loudly to the effect that I needed to go outside because my asshole roommate refused to turn the volume down and that by going outside our neighbor’s would appreciate it since we would clearly be disturbing them as is.

I went outside and talked to my sister until my battery died since I had been using it so much today and hadn’t charged it yesterday… I came back inside finally to see that he had turned off all the entertainment equipment except (my) tv which was outputting a blue screen and spitting out lots of heat.

Instead of having the stereo blasting his rally program he was blasting music in his bedroom upstairs… whatever it’s a bit more muffled… till now when he opened the door to yell “FIX YOU FUCKING ROUTER”, to which i tested and it was working perfectly fine and I can browse the net even if his shitty wifi card can’t… sorry, nothing I can do…

Why do I need to be blessed with such a piece of shit roommate? He cooks right? People who cook share their food right? One person cooks the other does dishes… nope… rob cooks for rob, and he cooks enough for 5 people but then saves it for left overs and freaks out if I ask nicely to have some. I can only have food when I buy the ingredients.

I used to be friends with this dude… I mean we have the same IQ, both are good with smart / technical things… and overall at the previous house, though we had our moments of annoyance, we got along fine. With this new place and a fucking year lease (haven’t had one of those in 7-8 years) he feels entitled to be an asshole.

It’s total crap because I am in a good mood most of the time until he either puts me down or freaks out about something. The programs we watch are downloaded on my system, the internet we have is because of me, the cable modem is mine, the router is mine, the tv is mine, the pc that outputs to the tv, which outputs to an entire huge ass wall is mine, the reason he has cable tv instead of just internet is because of me and my shall we say skills… Yet he can’t take a very quiet video playing on my pc.

Ya know what asshole, you can eat a dick… You have ruined my good mood one to many times and I do not feel like dealing with it right now, if there were no lease I would leave tomorrow.

To think, I actually miss living with Paul… Paul watched tv all the time and didn’t like parties that much, but he wasn’t an asshole and he understood what a compromise was.
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