a roommate

Instead of the boring writings about how life has disservice me in some way, I'm going to talk about a girl. Not just any girl but a former roommate of mine.

During the first semester of my sophomore year, I had this roommate I'm going to call Kay, Kay was a bitch. Although she didn't seem like it at first, she actually appeared to be pretty cool- being a waitress at a tavern I wanted to visit.

I messaged her first on facebook during the summer between freshman and sophomore year, she only had kind and intelligent words to say. Her pictures were modelrific which were the first inkling that something was rotten in the state of Denmark- she was too pretty to be nice or smart, at least that's Shar believed.

In Kay's defense, she was driven career and academic wise- Kay wanted to be an officer in the Navy after graduation. Unfortunately, Kay seemed to be raised in a household that allowed her to be shallow and just plain nagging, probably because she was so beautiful. Or maybe she was just born that way, self-centered and mean.

At first, Kay seemed nice. She tried to include us- Shar, the other roommate and I into her daily activities and offered stories about herself. Her boyfriend was also very sweet, he lived above us which was why she chose our apartment to live in. His visits were short but memorable; he was too good to be in a relationship with her. Barely saw him because she went up there to drink with him and his buddies, and no I wasn't invited to partake in said activities Oh well, I found my alcohol else where.

Then came the issue with the thermostat. Our first inkling that the current arrangement was not going to work. Almost every other day, Kay was enraged with the temperature of our small 600 square foot apartment. Sometimes it would be cold then turn freezing. Other times, it would be hotter than Hades. When we had the privilege of living in the room next to her, one of us only changed the temperature on the thermostat once- Shar turned it down because it was too hot to be alive in that apartment. Honestly, the air was awfully sticky that day.

Besides that incident, the only person to touch the thermostat was Kay. I believe she was able to fool herself because she happened to only be in the apartment at times when she was getting ready for something, either going to work or to visit the boyfriend. She hated when anybody touched that thermostat, she even left passive aggressive notes demanding that we left it alone.

The three of us would converse when she was gone: Kay was the only one who touched it. Why didn't she notice that?

Oh well, she seemed to be the only one who cared.

At the end of the semester she moved out, not because of the temperature but the fact that she hated Shar and Shar hated her. There was supposed to be a fight between them, Kay even waited but it never happen.

Shar and I knew one of Kay's new roommates, the sweet girl was a friend of a friend. Too nice of a girl to have to deal with Kay and her paranoia surrounding thermostats and apartment temperature. Sadly for sweet girl, Kay had carried her thermostat issues along with her and always wondered who touched the little device. Carrying on with her new roommates the same way she had carried on with us, except they got to see her more. Kay broke up with her nice boyfriend, so she wasn't drinking with them anymore.

The sweet girl said she was quite bothered by Kay and her thermostat antics, she even had dreams where she would beat Kay down. I guess her new roommates never understood her either.

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