The Pythia's Cave

So, this is the first day (night) I'm going to spend in the dormitory: yep, I left my apartment with all the problems it had and decided to go in a dormitory.
I am in the room with another girl and we share the bathroom with another double room: my roommate, Valentina, seems nice enough - even if we are quite different. This is my first experience in a dormitory and I'm still a bit troubled and unsure, a bit scared - but excited at the same time. 

I just hope everything goes well - at least, better than with the apartment.

And tomorrow morning lessons start again! Brrr....

My co-tenant is really, really, REALLY getting on my nerves. 
I got home on Sunday at 10 PM (don't ask, my train stopped for 3 hours two stations before mine...) and I found: 
- the apartment's door not completely closed (we have two locks and only one was closed)
- the glass door in our room open (you can't imagine how many insects got inside!!)
- her (dirty) panties in my area of the bathroom ON my products
- dust everywhere
- two, I mean, TWO rubbish bags. Why two?? 
- a coffee stain on the stove, coffee which had dripped also on the fridge.

ARGH, I wanted to punch something (or better, someone....)
So Monday morning I cleaned EVERYTHING, from the kitchen (stove, sink and fridge), to the bathroom, to the floors in every room.

She comes home, I try to approach the topic... her answers? 
About the door  "Hn..." (who are you, SASUKE?)
About the glass door in the bedroom "Where, there was this stink..." YES, BUT CLOSE THE DOOR WHEN YOU GO AWAY!!

Then, in the afternoon she went back home in Modena and obviously left me with her dirty plates...


Now, tell me if it makes sense:
this summer and in September she has her last exams 'cause she wants to get her university degree in October maximum. 
But now, not only she's starting a stage for her degree, but also on the weekends she goes to a famous discoteque (the Rock Planet) to learn how to be a sound technician/phonic (I don't really know the right word), and she's starting drum lessons... 
DOES THIS MAKE SENSE? 
I mean, instead of studing for her last exams and preparing her degree report (and she's graduating in Sociology, by the way), she's TAKING DRUM LESSONS AND LEARNING HOW TO BE A SOUND TECHNICIAN??

I know she's trying to fill that void inside her, she's trying to find new friends and to find her way, but STILL, she should understand her priorities! And not trying to do so many things simultaneously... it's stupid and useless.

Yes, I'm back from Sicily! It was really beautiful, however there's still much work to do-, first of all, finally defeat the mafia. I'll post some photos this weekend, 'cause I left the camera back home. 

I'm a bit shocked by my co-tenant: yes guys, she's STILL using MY toothpaste. She doesn't buy her own toothpaste but finds the time to go roller-skating and buy shoes - I'm stunned. 
Not really important, but worth mentioning, she arrived this afternoon with a friend and announced me they were going skating: of course, that was okay with me -- only, her friend hadn't her own roller-skates, so guess what, she had to use mine! I don't really mind, but I found it a bit annoying.

It went like this.

J: "Hey Laura, S. and me are going skating."
Me (studying) "Oh, okay! Have fun!"
J: "Oh, S. hasn't got her skates... do you mind if I take yours?"
What could I say, 'No' and so pass for a bitch?
Me: "...okay..."

And then, this evening she started using the vacuum cleaner at 9PM. In the living room. NOT cleaning under HER desk. ... Weird, isn't it?
I'm baffled. 


Oh well, about other things... I finally finished PART 1 of The Red Butterfly (my new story) and it will be posted as soon as I finish Part 2 (which, I hope, will take less to write 'cause more coughexcitingcough things happen). Also, I started Chapter 32 of Anthology.

My co-tenant yesterday said she'll buy toilet paper enough for next month; then she finally threw away her peas and shamelessly confessed she'd been using my toothpaste, and that she'll be using it until friday (it seems like she has got enough time to go on a shopping spree, but not enough to buy a tube of toothpaste).

Then she totally ignored my not-so-subtle request to throw away the rubbish (that is, I closed the rubbish sack and put it near the door - she's simply opened the door moving the sack aside and exited). 

I mean, I know she's lot in mind, the guy she confessed her love to probably rejected her ('cause he suddenly disappeared and avoided her), and her family is not the best there is and she hasn't got a lot of GOOD friends... But those little things for the apartment would make me really happy.

I guess things are back to normal.  

Tell me if I have not the right to be angry. At least frustrated.

Let me tell you my last two months of life in this apartment:
in February my co-tenant and I had the exams so we didn't care much for the state of the apartment - but since I had less exams than her, I was the one who cleaned the dishes and washed the floor and the bathroom.  It wasn't okay-okay, mostly 'cause I'm a bit lazy, but since she was busier than me I could stand it. 

We have started the lessons two weeks ago; that means no exams, more free time: since then, the most she'd done is cleaning the dishes. 
Who cleans the bathroom? Me.
Who washes the floors? Me.
Who cleans her own dishes? Me.
Who cleans the windows? Guess who, ME!

I'm getting tired of it. 
The fact is that if I wait for her to do it, we'll be living in dust and sh*t... I hate staying in dirty places, so I have to clean. 

So, I arrived this morning, tired because I walked the 15 minutes walk from the station to my apartment with my purse, the backpack and the suitcase, late because the trains were late... I entered the apartment and what I saw?

1) the rubbish, which was in the EXACT place where it was Friday (I had my luggage, I couldn't throw it away).
2) there was no toilet paper in the bathroom (I hadn't bought it Thursday because naively I thought "Oh, she'll buy it FOR ONCE!" I've been buying it since February! And we still had one roll.)
3) the bowl with her peas, which was in the fridge, exactly where it had been for the last THREE WEEKS.

I had a fit of rage. 

I mean, WHY WAS THE RUBBISH STILL HOME AFTER THREE DAYS? It's disgusting! I was the one who threw it away of course, as soon as I left to go to the university. 
WHERE WAS THE TOILET PAPER!?
WHY WAS (and still is) THE BOWL WITH THE PEAS STILL IN THE FRIDGE, AFTER THREE DAMN WEEKS!?

After lunch (after I went to buy groceries and the toilet paper), I washed my teeth and noticed that the tube of the toothpaste was squeezed in the centre, something I NEVER do: I realized that she had finished her toothpaste last week. DOES THAT MEAN SHE HAD BEEN USING MY TOOTHPASTE ALL THIS TIME!?

So, when she arrived home a hour ago, I gently, told her about the toilet paper; the answer? The snappy, angry answer?
"Oh, I have a headache, I don't want to hear about these things, I finished it saturday morning and then I left for Vicenza (NOTE: a town half-an-hour from Padua), and came back sunday, and this morning I had to go to lessons! It's not my fault."

My jaw was HANGING. 

I told her. "Well, don't get angry with me! You could have simply told me, so I'd have brought it from home."

I was, and still am, shocked. How it is that SHE got angry at ME!?
I should be the one outraged! I am! How did she turn the tables around!?
Why did she answer in such a snappy, unsufferable tone!? I was just asking something, she could have been at least polite in answering!

Moreover, she finished the toilet paper Saturday morning: she went to Vicenza at night. Couldn't she have bought it before leaving!?

Why am I the only one who seems to care about hygiene in this apartment?