Can I survive? Or should I say WILL I survive?

WARNING!! SUPER LONG POST AND ALSO A RANT!!

So, most of you already know that it's the second week of school, I've lived in my new apartment for three weeks and yes, I survived those weeks. But this past week in the apartment has been. . . . what's the word? Insane, crazy, stupid, ridiculous, dumb, exhausting? Alright, let's just say all of them combined.

I live with three other girls, which is nice since it's not 5 other girls that I thought it would be. Then again, maybe that would be a better idea. I share a room with Jessie, Cash's sister, which is awesome because SHE is awesome. Another girl is Candyse, she's nice and will have a conversation with me. Even though, I'm still a bit nervous/scared to start making new friends. And then there is Molly.

DUN DUN DUN

Ok, so she's really not that bad. Maybe. For starters, she is not "messy" but she doesn't clean up after herself either. She doesn't try any kind of conversation with jessie or I, maybe she talks to jessie, but the only conversation I've had with her was when I first moved in, we introduced ourselves to each other and then she asked me where I work. That was about it.

Which is fine, because I don't really talkthat much to any stranger. I'd like to keep to myself most of the time. (If you're totally disagreeing with that last sentence, it's because I feel comfortable enough to be myself around you. So feel lucky.)

I also have a saying I sometimes live by. "If you don't have anything to say, then don't talk." It works great for me. Then again, that's probably why in some classes last year I got in trouble for not talking enough. But it's the fact that I didn't have anything to say. So I didn't talk.

Alright, back to the roomies.

Quite a few days ago (long story short) there was a big pile of sugar left on the ground in our pantry as if someone swept it underneath and left it there. Also, there was another pile of sugar on the counter wrapped up in one of the cloths. Not even in the sink, just sitting there on the counter. I cleaned up the counter part just because it was gross to just leave it there. I wanted to see how long the sugar would sit on the ground in our pantry, but after day 4I was ready to kick some butt.

Instead I left a not saying "Whoever spilled the sugar, PLEASE CLEAN IT, we are your roommates, not your maids." I left for the weekend to help Libby move, but I had to stop by the apartment to switch out my tv since they don't lock the door either. (That just might be another post by itself.) I came back to read a note saying "We cleaned up the sugar but you could have been an adult and talked to us about instead of being RUDE and SNOTTY and ignore us all the time. So just chill and everything will be ok. P.S. Sorry we're never around when you are."

Ok, first of all, am I ever rude or snotty?? Second, if we're all going to be "adults" there then clean up your crap. It's called common courtesy for living with other people. And third, That's why I wrote a note, because I never see you and I'm not going to wait up late at night for you to get home so I could "talk" to you. I've got my own stuff I have to do and trying to be your friend is not on the top of my list.

Now, here comes to confusing part. Most of you have already given me advice to either just let it go and forget about it or have a "roommate powwow" and talk it out. But which one should I do? If my personality colors would let me let it go and forget, I would. But I just hold on to it. I know, bad idea.

But then again, thinking about having a conversation creates a mini daydream about how it's going to go down and then I become all fired up for no reason.

UGH I hate being a red/blue color personality.

They clash like it's nobody's business and makes my life that more stressful at times.

Welp, that's my life so far. This is supposed to be a fun unforgettable experience, but I can tell you right now. This experience SUCKS! (Minus the living with Jessie part)