room mate from hell

So everyone has a "room mate story" right? A room mate that has drove them to complete insanities that they remember for the rest of their lives and can always recall a memory that lurks in their mind and makes them absolutley shudder. So here is mine, a year full of living hell. So I decided to go to cosmetology school after highschool, my parents were going to help me out so I could live alone and not have to deal with finding a room mate etc. the price for a one bedroom was not all that bad anyways, well the admissions advisor called one day and mentioned a girl looking for a room mate, so I agreed, what could it hurt? mistake number one. she seemed nice, we met at tim hortons for 20 minutes, what would cause me to think after 20 minutes this girl was normal, decent to live with? who knows? I ask myself this every time I look back onto this. So moving in happened, we started school, i will call this room mate Carrie. (*in sake of concealing the identity.) Carrie and I hardly spoke, very few words between the two of us, shyness perhaps. In a way to shorten this year up, I will begin listing the ways that 2006-2007 became hell in house for me.
* One late night around midnight or so I hear crying coming from the room next to me, hmmm... what could that be? well it is Carrie with cramps and I needed to take her to the hospital. So I did, I was concerned with her health. yes I have a heart. SO i waited ALL night, ALL night, always having in the back of my head that I had class in the morning and after class had to drive 2 hrs back to my parents house. So 7 am came around, after pulling an all nighter at the hospital with her, went to class, ran home after class and drove straight to my parents, then after all of this what do I get? a complaint that I didnt clean before I left for the weekend?!?! because poor sick her, had to be at home sick with my stuff in the living room!!!wtf.
*I started dating my now boyfriend steve, in the very beginning of our relationship, we made pancakes for breakfast and ate on a lazy sunday morning. Then found out that Carrie was mad because I did not share and offer our pancakes... um, wow.
*ahh and we cant forget about the constant phone calls to my mother about issues. um i am a big girl and my mom does not want to hear you whine.
*drunken phone calls late night/early morning wanting me to go pick her up.

More or less I moved out early. I couldnt take it, I bailed, packed one day, moved out the next and lived with a friend to finish up cos school.
Venting this makes me laugh, kind of a disgusted laugh, but laugh all the same. It is nice to look back and see how much I have accomplished and how much she has not changed, but girls will be girls and gossip, as for me...I got myself a blog.