Another Downer, Yayyyy

So recently I feel like I've been at a low point, probably one of the lowest within the past couple years. Academically I'm starting to blow things off--it's been a long semester, and I'm starting to lose interest in classes and grades (though I'm sure I will care about grades again come finals). I think that's one disadvantage of the semester system, in that it's sometimes too lengthy and tedious toward the last few weeks. I just finished my last midterms, so I'll probably care even less. Also, the social life is pretty much stagnant / going down the drain, whichever way you want to look at it. I didn't see a single person over break thanks to my cough, and back here it always seems that people are either busy or just have conflicting schedules (including me). I do see HKN people sometimes though, but the committee work is a drag, especially when those that you're working with are seniors who are always busy.

Ok, the real reason why I'm so hateful right now--roommate problems. I won't name the person, though you can ask if you don't know and want to know. It's pretty obvious anyway from my descriptions. It started off benignly; a couple months back, I would get annoyed that he never cleaned up after himself or washed the dishes. But that's virtually nothing compared to what I'm dealing with now.

He then started living on the couch. That probably doesn't sound like anything, but it annoys me. He has his own room and own desk, but he's always just on the couch in the common room with his laptop. Why the hell are you taking over the common space when you have your own? Not only that, but he literally lives on it, as in leaving his stuff and mess on it when he's not here, as if the couch were his. So basically, the rest of us never use it anymore--we can't invite guests over to sit on it, nor can we sit on it to watch TV or play games. My couch, which I donated to be our couch, became his couch.

Let's keep going (how can it get any worse?). After he took over the couch, he started to play his music. Loudly. Enough that I can hear and get distracted by it down the hall in my own room. You see why I don't like his living on the couch? Why can't he just stay in his own room and play his music there, or just use earphones like normal people? And his tunes are horribly annoying too--he plays the kind of music where the beats just don't go away and repeat over and over again.

Ok, now what? He gets speakers. Fucking huge and bass-boosting speakers. And he starts using them. Now the music is even louder, and what's worse is that even with my own earphones on, I can feel his fucking bass. It's not so much a problem when I'm working (relatively), since I just turn up my own music to block it out. But his sleeping patterns are horrendous, and recently I've been having trouble sleeping because he keeps it on after I go to bed. Oh, but wait, there's more!

He started inviting his friends over recently, maybe a week or two ago. Example of problem. Two nights ago, he had three people over. They talked loudly the whole time, so loud that I could clearly hear what they were saying with our door closed. What's worse was that they were all drunk, so what could we do? They stayed up, talking, with the music blasting, until past 4am. And then guess what? A fight breaks out. I don't know the details, but according to Jeff (who also woke up), punches were thrown, things were knocked over, and they ran out of the apartment. In the morning, everything was a huge mess.

Ok, so you ask me, why don't I talk to this roommate about these problems? Obvious solution, but I've tried again and again to no avail. We no longer talk, save for my occasional "Turn down your music, I'm trying to study." Not only does he usually just outright ignore me, but he often retaliates by doing the opposite of what I ask. From my point of view, I really do not understand this immature passive-aggressiveness, nor do I understand such disrespect for others. The other two living here just deal with it, though they don't say much to him either.

For the time being, I find solace during the time that he's out and not here. I've also lost all motivation to stay over on weekends to do things such as attend HKN socials. At this point I am looking forward to the summer, which comes in a month. Then I can finally get out of this place and leave this all behind.