Every single time I’m listening to music, she talks to me. The second I put my headphones back in, she starts talking AGAIN. This occurs five or six times before she gets the hint that I am really fucking agitated. This occurs on a nightly basis.

Jane isn’t really my roommate’s name, but I don’t really want to use her real name, so from here on out, you will know her as Jane.

Before I get too in detail about the antics of our daily lives, I suppose I should introduce you to Jane first. She is an ogre, at best. I know that is awful of me to say, but I’m at my breaking point. Niceness went out the window a long time ago. She has an odd smell to her. I can’t even describe it. Maybe it’s because I rarely see her shower. She doesn’t look like a dirty person, but I only notice her showering once every three days or so.

She is a VERY slow mover. She takes the longest time to complete simple tasks. Like grabbing a straw, for instance. Not something that should take a person more than a second. Yet, somehow, she manages to make it take long enough that I am annoyed with the amount of time I’m standing waiting for her to go sit down in the cafeteria, which brings me to my next point. We’re not exactly friends. We’re not not friends, but I don’t want to spend much time with her. I’m very good friends with some other people on our floor, so I spend a lot of time in their rooms. For some reason, Jane thinks that if I am somewhere, she is automatically invited too. It gets very, very annoying. More on that another time.

She is also inviting her boyfriend over here all the time. They just go to town like I’m not even here! If they would ask me to leave, I’d fucking leave. They’re disgusting. But, I don’t want to give much more away about good ol’ Jane from the start!

Okay, so this is my very first post to tumblr. I’m new to the site and still trying to figure it out. So, I’ll just introduce myself.

My name is Noelle Elizabeth, just Noelle is fine, of course. I am a freshman at Pratt. I’m originally from Dayton, Ohio. I miss it so much. I never really thought I would, but Brooklyn just isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. Don’t get me wrong, I like it, but it just isn’t home. Part of the reason why I’m so homesick is because of having to deal with my horrid roommate, which is exactly what this blog is going to be about. I’m sure a lot of you have been in or are in my position. Sometimes roommates are just the worst. I need a way to let it all out so that way I can still maintain a semi-decent relationship with my roommate, considering I have to live with her.

I’ll post my first official blog rant about my roommate tonight, and I would love feedback. My formspring is on the right in my description. Love and hate mail can both go there. Also, once I get enough followers, I’ll be posting other people’s roommate stories once a week. Depending on how many stories I get, 1-5 will be selected to be posted. Just sent them to me via formspring. You can either choose to remain anonymous, or if you wish not to remain anonymous, include your name and tumblr url. Thanks guys! I hope you enjoy what’s to come! And, of course, if you follow me, I’ll follow you.