You can learn a lot from living with roommates.
Today I learned what pot looks like, and somewhat what it smells like (they were also burning incense, so it was hard to tell).
It wasn't my roommate herself, but her friends who have been practically living here the past few days. But yeah, so much fun.
This is after their drinking party Saturday night where they kept waking me up with how loud they were, and how disgustingly messy they are in the kitchen, and one (or more?) of them stealing my food (my roommate did tell me she's going to kick said friend out if she doesn't knock it off, and she's going to repay me for what was stolen), and their constant swearing/dropping the F-bomb.
I'm just tired of not being able to feel comfortable in my own home.
I did tell my roommate the pot thing was unacceptable, so hopefully that doesn't happen again. If it does, I'm calling the cops. I already talked about the pot situation with the police, to see what to do. I had no idea, since I've never been around drugs before. I wouldn't have even known there were drugs going on if somebody hadn't mentioned the word 'pot' and gotten my suspicions up.
Even though I'm so broke that I'm not spending money on anything unless it's absolutely essential, I went and bought myself a scented candle, so I don't have to breathe their incense/pot crap in my room.
Listening to: Silence and my roommate's friends
Reading: Gaara Hiden
Watching: Please Save My Earth
Playing: Phantom Hourglass