Roommates Suck

So.  I officially hate my roommate.  And my roommates boyfriend.  I just don't understand how someone can have an apartment and NEVER go to it.  It's frustrating that I have to live with two people when I only signed up to live with one.  Thank God she has to move out in 227 days and some odd hours (sad that I am counting down isn't it?), then I can live with whoever I want to. Which I already have figured out because she would have been living with me this year if she could have gotten out of her current lease.

Many will probably question my hatred towards my roommate.  We had met at work and didn't really chat, until during the summer I found her number that we had exchanged 4 months prior and we started too.  I found out she was looking for a room and I said that I was looking for a roommate.  Blah blah blah.  Needless to say during that conversation at some point she said that I would never see her because the previous year she was always at her boyfriends house.  Well this year she got a new boyfriend.  Who has a DUI (good life choice there....) so he can't drive, and , best part right here, simply thought that he was going to get a slap on the wrist, and that when he goes to get it, all would be good.  Then he found out he has to retake his test, get a thing installed in his car to blow in while he is driving, etc., etc.  So he doesn't have a car.  But he has an apartment.  So my question is, why do you never go there?

Maybe it is just me.  Living with roommates is hard, but it is frustrating because he is here all the time.  Every night this semester so far, and it makes me uncomfortable to go out into my living room and eat.  I try to plan my eating habits around the times that they are not home, because it gets uncomfortable sitting at a table making small talk with two people you hate, and yet when I go to my room to eat I feel as though I am being made fun of behind my back.  Thank god my name is on the real lease.  On July 15, 2012 when I renew my lease with my landlord, my roommate will have to sign a sublease stating that her move out date is August 31, 2012.  See another issue that I have is the fact that I gave her a sublease to sign in September and she has YET to sign it.  I could kick her out tomorrow if I wanted to because there is no documentation that she actually has a right to live here.

I am just so done trying to be nice to both of them that I am debating planning my day around their schedule so that I can never be home when they are, unless they are sleeping or leaving for a class or to workout.  But then again this is my apartment.  Maybe I should talk to her? However I did read some website forums about the awkward roommate-boyfriend situation and many say that the lone roommate is just jealous of the couple.  Let me be honest.  I AM NOT JEALOUS! They are not even defining their relationship because when they do they argue to the point where she breaks up with him and HE cries and begs to get back together.  It is weird unintentionally listening in to someones argument and then one person leaving and the other going into the shower to cry, when they don't realize that the shower is NOT covering up any noise, it is actually making your sobs worse.  I am happily single, trying to graduate and then go travelling before I settle down with some guy and have children or go back to graduate school.  I work at a children's clothing store and I know I want children, so I know that as soon as I date "Mr. Right" that I will want to settle down right after I graduate.  But I know enough to know that my previous boyfriends have not been right for me, and that I barely know what I am looking for. I haven't been all around the World, let alone Canada.  So how am I suppose to think I know what I am looking for when all I know is just by-products of what is perceived to be ideal by our neighbors the US.

If I do confront her over the situation, then it just opens up the "lets talk about what we don't like about the other person as a roommate" discussion and I don't really want to hear how I am being anti-social because I hang out in my room whenever I am home.  I'm sorry I just don't feel like watching the sports network with your boyfriend while he spreads his disgusting feet all over my coffee table and doesn't ever clean it up.  All of my problems consist of the two of them.  As of right now, I have 227 days, 3 hours, 3 mins, and 20 seconds to continue living with these people. FML.