Flatties

I'm putting this blog on probation. I'm going to keep posting, but if I'm still sick of it in a month, I shall write a final hurrah and let you all get back to your lives.

I've been flatting for over a month now, and it's getting to that point where the honeymoon period is starting to wear off and you become irritated at your flatties. There are two brothers who don't put their lunch and breakfast dishes in the dishwasher, and think that soaking and rinsing the electric frying pan is enough to clean it. Which obviously means that whoever uses it next has to clean it again. They also make the same dishes again and again. I've eaten sausages more times than I can count since having moved out. Seriously, it's not that hard to cook. Learn.

Then there's the girl who leaves the tv on when she leaves the room and no one else is home. In fact, she'll go to class and leave the tv on. I seem to be the only one with a concern about saving power. I'm all for leaving a couple of lights on for security when we go out, but seeing everyone leave their fans on all day while they're in class really pisses me off.

I'm sure I'm not perfect. In fact I know the brothers don't like me because I'm the only one willing to tell them to clean up after themselves. It would be nice to get a little support, but the other girl in the flat said that "you're the only one who's allowed to be a bitch." I don't want to be the bitch, and wouldn't be if other people would say things once in a while rather than just complaining when they're not around.