Bottle caps and trash in the fucking sink

Since this thread has kind of turned in to a roommate complaint thread I'll take a stab:

I am the only person to take out the trash. I thought once, "You know what? I'll let it pile up until they take it out." It turned into a game to them to see how long it could pile up until I finally couldn't handle it anymore. Just last night my roommate just gets up, piss drunk, and pees in the trashcan, missing mostly.

My roommate can't sing, but he attempts. Loudly.

My roommate insists on freezing temperatures. I don't think it's unreasonable to have the room at room temperature. I hate waking up shivering.

They are loud. Is it unreasonable to want to go to sleep at 1:00AM on a wednesday night?! Wednesday is when they've started getting drunk down here at the end of the semester. The noise they make, oh Lord, the noise! They somehow get the entirety of my hall who's drunk at that hour in the room and start punching on the dressers. I wake up always.

In short, I'd rather disembowel myself than live in this room for one more day than I have to.

Jam it back in, in the dark.