Where to begin?
My flatmates:
1) Don't speak to me at all - I regularly walk through the sitting room to go out on the balcony for a cigarette and it's like I'm not there at all. Sometimes this makes me fear that I've died in my sleep and only the kid from sixth sense would be able to see me.
2)Think it's really unreasonable of me to expect them to not make loads of noise at 2am when I have to get up at 7.30. Most of the time all it would take is to close the sitting room door but they can't even be bothered to do that.
3)There are three girls and one guy in the house - does the guy ever put the toilet seat down after he's been to the loo? No! This means that when I go to the loo (I always seem to go after he has) I have to touch the seat which he had already touched to put up anyway - and this is one of the filthiest toilet seats in the country. Which brings me onto point 4
4)I am the only person who has done any cleaning. Given that they don't speak to me I decided there would be no point asking them to clean so I stopped cleaning in the hope that eventually they would clean something. The toilet went brown, then it went orange! I can only assume that bacterial colonies had grown all over the toilet bowl. They had a party with the toilet like that!!!!
5)I didn't want a party but they ignored me and said that they would clean up afterwards etc. On the day of the party I was ill so spent the evening in my room watching House on my headphones. Venturing out to the loo was like walking through a particularly skanky nightclub - by 11 everyone was completely pissed and someone was passed out in the only toilet. By 3am I had a migrane and was completely exhausted but the party was still going so I ventured out to try and reason with someone. Talked to one of my flatmates and got as far as "I have a migrane" before she started yelling at me. The next day their cleaning up involved throwing out most of the empty beer cans. The piss was not cleaned up off the toilet floor, the vomit was not cleaned out of the bathtub, the wine was not cleaned off the wall etc. I ended up having to clean these up even though I was really ill. One of flatmates boyfriend told me I needed mental help because I got pissed off that I had to do it. I suggested that the others should do some cleaning on occasion - someone went out and bought a blue block that you put in the toilet cystern, this is about all that has been done by anyone.
6)Someone spilled coke on the kitchen floor and didn't clean it up. It s really sticky and annoying but I refuse to clean it.

Luckily I am moving out in 23 days, hopefully I can make it this long without killing any of them.

Edit: Almost forgot - they had another party while I was away for the weekend, never bothered to tell me so that I could lock my room. Didn't spot the evidence (much leftover booze) until the day after I got back - after the previous party I don't want to think about what could have been on my sheets.

Edit2: And they steal my food, including my nice expensive jam :( I'll have to try the Viking's idea!

Apologies for length - there won't be any at all if he keeps leaving the toilet seat up!
(mmm....beer, Fri 6 Apr 2007, 13:11, Reply)