Roommates; why they make you feel like you’re going insane

A few weeks ago I came to write this with a clear idea on what I wanted to say. Living in halls at university, you are very open to the possibility of getting stuck sharing a flat with at least one person who has a “thing” which annoys you to the extreme. I understood this when I came here so I wasn’t surprised when I found myself becoming a little ticked off at certain things around the house. What did surprise me however was how many “little things” there were and how my fellow housemates didn’t seem to find all of these same things equally as annoying as I did.

I’m now beginning to think that rather than there being something mentally wrong with everyone I live with, maybe it’s just me?

But I still don’t understand! First of all, a common problem with university halls is obviously dirty plates and cutlery. But does this make it OK? Just because it happens a lot does it mean I’m supposed to accept it and move on? Don’t jump to hasty conclusions here, I’m not neurotic about cleanliness but it’s when I come to sit down at the table only to find it covered with dirty plates which still contain remnants of two day old food, or when I go to wash up my own plate (so as not to be an inconvenience obviously), only to have to abandon the whole task when I realize that I’m not going to be able to get to the tap with the coffee mug mountain that has appeared!
If I’m feeling determined, I might try and fight my disgust and attempt to wash my things up around this obstacle but it only takes a second for your mind to wander and… *ow* you’ve been stabbed by a knife, a sharp one, covered in what looks like chutney but you really can’t be sure. So you abandon ship and instead wash your cutlery in the bathroom (yes… I have done this). 

I personally think that I am within my rights to find this annoying, and I do, immensely. But there are other things too, for example, there is a girl in my house who is ALWAYS talking to someone. And don’t think I’m exaggerating here because I’m being genuine. She is either talking to a friend who she has invited round or she is on the phone. And whichever one it is, she is always sure she lets us all know by doing it extremely loudly. I honestly, in all my life have never met someone who speaks so loud every waking moment of the day. I’m absolutely convinced that the only time she isn’t speaking is when she is asleep, and even then I’m sure she talks to herself… loudly.
Oh, and on a similar note, do people REALLY have to have a notification sound on their phone for EVERYTHING? And if they do, does it REALLY have to be that loud? And if it does have to be that loud then can you please answer it rather than let it go on and on repeating itself over and over again? I don’t want to know that you’ve got 2 texts, 5 Snapchats’, 4 Facebook messages and a new email. I don’t need to know that you obviously have a more exciting social life than me so stop shoving it in my face.

Another thing is visitors. Now, I know that sounds grumpy, but imagine if every single time you walked into your kitchen there was someone there you’d never even seen before, sitting at your table scoffing down a bacon sandwich. Sometimes there’s been at least 4 or 5 people in there on a Saturday morning eating breakfast. I’ve wandered in in my pyjamas ready to great my fellow housemates only to run out again having been forced, by rules of class, to put on proper clothes because I don’t feel like anyone should see me in my pyjamas if I’ve known them less than 10 seconds.

Last night, I found myself getting annoyed at one of my housemates because they’d decided to cook burgers at 4 o’clock in the morning. I may have let this slide but since there was absolutely no alcohol involved, I feel as though they should have known better. especially since they managed to burn the damn things, meaning, not only was I woken up at stupid o’clock but I also then had to try and ignore the fire alarm and the horrific smell that lingered for a good few hours after. 
To top it all off, because I’d washed my underwear yesterday afternoon and it was drying in my bathroom, it now all smells like burnt burgers.

I can’t express this enough, but these few things only seem to tip the iceberg regarding what seems to tick me off. I’m happy with my housemates, don’t get me wrong, but that’s why I’m beginning to think that I’m the issue here, maybe I’m too intolerant? Maybe it’s ME who’s the worst housemate?

I’ll keep you posted 

S x


Freshers flu

bl20303I feel like I’m supposed to apologize for having neglected my blog for the past 3 months or so, but then I remember that it’s MY blog and I can post as and when I feel like it so… yeah.

Well, I guess I should start by announcing that since my last post I have become an official Undergraduate student at the University of Kent (woop!). So yeah, that’s pretty exciting, a lot of other stuff has happened obviously but I’ll be honest that is pretty much the most interesting thing that has happened in my entire life so everything else since august has been placed in the “not important” pile of life events.
Anyway, I’ve been living at Uni for 2 weeks now, and so far, so good, I managed to survive freshers week without too much trouble (the events of last weekend not included and shall not be discussed), and I managed to tick off plenty of freshers week goals such as: meet housemates, make a friend, cook a meal, burn a meal, drink too much etc.

So all in all I’d say it was a very productive week minus a few hiccups of course, and it was certainly a lot of fun. However, as the laws of physics and life dictate, what goes up, must come down. Hence why I am now sitting in my bed back home in Essex in an attempt to sleep off/sweat  out this horrible sickness that has consumed me for the past few days. Now, I’m not exaggerating when I say that every single person I have told about my misfortune has nodded very gravely and said in hushed undertones “Ahh yes, freshers flu.”

Am I weird for not knowing anything about this until literally 3 days ago?

As the freshers week drew to a close, I heard the phrase being used more and more and formed the assumption that it was a reference used to describe people who are fed up of freshers week and want it to end. I think most of you would be able to see how I came to this conclusion.
flu = sick
freshers = freshers week
But it wasn’t until one of my housemates declared that he had freshers flu after he came home from town laden with bags full of medicines that I considered the idea that maybe freshers flu is actually an illness!

You can see here how exciting my life has become.

I turned to trusty Google at this point and found out that freshers flu was simply a flu or general sickness that is caused by multiple factors that are enhanced by university freshers week, e.g eating less fruit and more junk food, less sleep and more alcohol and most importantly, you are interacting with people from areas all around the world, therefore you’re bound to catch something!

So there you have it! Freshers flu IS in fact a real thing (woop!)

I apologize for the dullness of this topic, please don’t judge, I’m sick.