Roommates

So, roommates; you either love them or hate them.

Personally, I can't stand my roommate. This is for a plethora of reasons.
For starters, before we moved in together, we made rules. No smoking in the house, besides your bedroom, tell the other person if you have friends over, clean up after yourself, etc. Well, he breaks the smoking rule all the time, and as someone who doesn't smoke and doesn't wish to be subjected to second hand smoke and as someone who doesn't want their shit--ie futon--to smell like smoke, this pisses me off. I always tell him when I have friends over. He knows that every friday, Ness, Tande, Tyler and Lars come over after No Shame. I tell him every week. He brings friends over at random times. It doesn't bother me, it just bothers me that he expects me to follow this rule, but doesn't believe that he should have to follow it.

I asked him for three weeks to get the lease--I don't have much of a chance since I work full time and am a full time student--and he never did. So, I used my paycheck as proof of address to get our P.O. Box and then he gets mad at me when I tell him I'm not going to give him a key until I feel that he's done something to deserve it. (Okay, that's not the best thing, but I was really pissed.) And then he goes on and tells me that the only reason he never got the lease was because I don't wake him up every morning. Excuse me, but I'm not his mother. I get up at 9am and go to bed at 2am every day. (school/work) and I do it by myself, he doesn't get up until 2pm and then goes to bed at 2am-ish)

He made this rule about how if we want to have our "own" food we have to label it and keep it in our rooms. Well, the first month I spent $70 in groceries for both of us. He got his next paycheck and decided he wasn't going to get groceries. So I spent $15 and got myself a months worth of food. Then he got pissed and said I had to share it with him because it wasn't fair that I had ramen, etc.

Now, he's getting all mad because I don't do my dishes everyday. The kicker? He doesn't either. This week has been really busy for me and I admit, I did let them pile up. But I even said, "Hey, I've been busy, I'll get them cleaned up at the latest by Saturday." Because I mean, hey, I don't like them there either. And I got home from school yesterday and he tells me I have to clean up the house if I want friends over. (lol mom, right?) And I do, I pick up some stuff and then I head off to work.

Well, my friends come over and he treats them terrible. I mean, he's a real jerk. Ask Tande or Ness. I was embarassed, in fact I cried after they left. (In my room, not in front of my roommate.) But anway, after they left he yelled at me and said, "I thought I told you to clean up." And went on about how he cleaned for four hours. Which is fine, it's his prerogative, but that doesn't mean I didn't clean up and make it look presentable. My friends and I had planned to play my genesis when we got to my house, but my roommate was like "No, I'm watching Vh1". You know forget the fact he has a tv with cable in his own room. Apparently it was to punish me for not doing the dishes.

And they saw my new kitten Plato. And I said, "Yeah, that's my cat." And my roommate got all mad and said, "It's not YOUR cat." And said it was play-doh, etc. He and I have already been through this. It isn't OUR cat. Just like his dog isn't OUR dog. At the end of the day, when I move out the cat is coming with me, and I really am getting pissed off with his whole "everything is OURS" diatribe. (sp?) I just want to yell at him and say, "No, nothing here is 'ours'. There is stuff that is yours that you're letting me use, and there is stuff that is mine that I'm letting you use." Honestly, I think he's just pissed because everything is mine. Literally. We'd have no furniture, nothing if it weren't for me.

Anyway, that's just a short rant on my roommate(I could go on, believe me. Just ask Qube.)

I was curious about your guys' experiences or if you had any suggestions. For the record, I'm extremely non confrontational and don't say anything to my roomate a lot of times because I'm afraid of him being angry at me and making living here worse. (For the record, not my boyfriend. Just my best friend. (he's gay) Well, ex-best friend. I've hated him for a while.)

How ya doing, buddy?

For the record--Not dating. He's gay.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

There's this crazy thing called a binding contract, also known as a lease.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Yeah, we're not allowed to sublet. At least that's what the owner said, but I am thinking about talking to them again and explaining the situation.

Kody and I have already gotten into a big fight--it was a few weeks ago--and it didn't change anything, so I know tell him what's up probably won't do anything except make him mad. I'll probably tell him that I'm moving out after I already have someone to replace me.

Right now the difficult part is finding an apartment I can find. Then again, my mom said that she'd help me out with rent if I really needed it, so maybe I will look into a new place that's just by myself.

How ya doing, buddy?