The infamous roommate: Pilot

I'm pretty sure I hit rock bottom with my roommate luck this year.
There are so many countless ridiculous things she has said and done that I'm just lost on what to say about her.
Many people have trouble understanding the fact that I am not kidding about the stories I tell them of what my roommate did or said, and I often also wish I was joking too. But I swear, all these stories are in fact, very true and actually happened.

Since I don't want to overload whoever is reading this with my weird roommate stories, I will prove my point that I have the worst roommate ever by sharing one of my stories everyday.
And let's give her a name... Let's call her Ms. Northkorea.


picture from: http://www.tdaxp.com/archives/tag/north-korea
And no, she's not even nearly attractive as these girls.

So, story #1:
Let's go back to the earlier days when I thought she was more normal.

I was in the middle of studying for my whatever class I was taking, not getting distracted or anything. Once I'm in the groove, I prefer to stay that way and really hate being bothered because the groove doesn't come often. I had my earphones on because Ms. Northkorea was either watching TV or laughing very loudly while watching something Korean. At one point, Ms. Northkorea stops watching and walks over to the kitchen, probably to grab a bite to eat. I suddenly heard a loud squeal, and her usual complaining out loud. I ignored it, mostly because I was barely able to hear anything, and I had work to do.

After a minute or so, I heard her yelling out for me through my music. I took one of my earplugs out, and she told me to come over to the kitchen with a grossed out face. I walked over, and saw what she was pointing at: a small pool of water behind the dish rack with a few wads of green molds floating around.
As an instinct, I ripped a big sheet of paper towel and started gathering the water, her on my side casually talking about how gross it was. And no, she wasn't even pretending to help. In my mind, I was thinking 'Wait, why am I suddenly doing this? If she's the one who found it and I was hard at work, doesn't she have enough sense to do this herself??'

Apparently not. For the days to come, I would realize how she was raised without doing any work around the house, causing her to expect those things to be done by someone else but her, and in many cases, me. But those stories are for the future