Shoes: Not Just For Your Feet

My slutty roommate strikes again. Ok, I'm not really being fair saying she's a slut since she has a steady asshole in her life. Still, on with the blog.

Last night was my sorority formal. Yes, I am in a sorority and no, we don't haze although I wish that we did - the good stuff like scavenger hunts, not the bad stuff like sitting a girl on a dryer and turning it on so that frat boys can circle everything that jiggles.

Anyways, after she took the early bus back home with the asshole, an hour and a half I was welcomed home to the sounds of the tow of them going at it like rabid dogs and her headboard banging against the wall.

Yes, I realize that sex is a part of human nature and everyone (practically) does it, but it's quite another thing to be a complete bitch about it and make your roommate feel like a part of a dirty threesome. So to show my frustration and try to get my point across, a point that I have been politely expressing through notes and calm confrontations, I threw shoes at her door. It had to be done. Slamming the bathroom door didn't let them know that I could hear them - keep in mind that it was 1:30am and I was tired and my feet hurt and all I wanted to do was sleep - so shoes chucked directly at her bedroom door was a last resort.

And it worked.

Out comes the bitch, leaving the asshole nicely in her room with the door closed, and start by asking if I was crying because she thought that she heard me crying. This is obviously a lie considering that it took two shoes to the door for anything to even happen, so how on earth would she have been able to hear my crying if I had indeed be crying. Anyways, once I stated that I was only able to hear them going at it, she rips into me about being unfair with the throwing of the shoes. Ummm, excuse me but how is that unfair to her? Please also keep in mind that I never make noise, especially after she's gone to bed, and I always turn down any volume of what is playing when she is trying to sleep. Apparently this isn't reciprocated because along with hearing her faking pleasure, she had shitty country music playing in the background. She then proceeded to make herself out to be the victim, each point brought up being shot down by yours truly until she had nothing left. Granted, she had nothing to begin with so it wasn't really a fair fight for her. She actually asked if I would rather she just never have sex. I, feeling generous, responded that I didn't care if she had sex I just didn't want to have to hear it. Really, I don't think that that's really that big of a request.

She then today blamed being her usual stupid, forgetful, last-minute self on it being 'a really bad day' trying to get some sympathy. It didn't work becasue the people who she used the excuse on knew what really happened.

On the bright side, yesterday was an amazing day and only went downhill once I came home. Formal was fantastic, the food was delicious, the company was the best that a person could ask for (for the most part), and my friend was told that I was 'gorgeous' and 'had an absolutely perfect body' by her male best friend who is also her friend-with-benefits. I was both appaled and flattered at that. Appaled becasue it's a little weird since I had only met this guy yesterday and because he and a good friend of mine had a sexual history and he told her all this while she was straddling him; flattered because, well, semi-strangers never tell me things like that. I really only get told that I look nice by my friends and family and sometimes I feel as though they are obligated to say things like that.