So my flatmates are something special. Very nice girls. But I would be lying if I said I am not excited for their asses to leave this weekend. They are just the messiest girls Iv'e ever lived with. Like how hard is it to clean up after yourself? I truly don't understand this very simple concept. I mean if you set something down in the shared space, pick it up and take it to your personal space. If you cook, wash your dishes after. Or even if you top the garbage off. Fucking take it out. Ugh. This is why I have never lived with other people. It doesn't work that well for me because I am so anal about basic living necessities.
Anyway, so one of my flatmates is from Sweden. She is my second fav roomie. Obviously my roomie that I share a room with is my number 1. Well one day, Maaike, Sherelle, and I go to this dumb ass meet and greet meeting through the program I went through to come out here. Which I am not even gonna lie, was super beneficial. I actually met a few cool people and expressed my true feelings about the program. Don't know if anything will change, but it was nice just to voice my opinion and my frustration. And they had free drink vouchers. Which I thought it was going to be like free drinks all night. And food. I thought there would be food there too. It was not.
So after this shindig, we went to dinner. We invited this one Swedish girl from the program that I work with. She will remain nameless for future blog entries about her ass. Anyway, we are all enjoying dinner in this cute little restaurant. Then I get this long ass message from our Swedish flatmate. This bitch, and I say that in the nicest way possible, has invited two of her male friends to stay with us until they find farm work. So I share this info with Maaike. And we are just dumbfounded. Now it wasn't a huge issue. Fine. I understand that we have Sherelle over all the time and Maaike has boys over a lot. But we also don't just leave them there when we are not home. The issue was that she told us that day. The day they arrived in Sydney. And the moment they got to the apartment.
Her mistake was telling me that they texted her a month ago about this. That's when I kinda flipped out. So I'm texting her back and forth about this shit. And her ruining my fucking dinner time because of this bullshit. Bitch, you do not live by yourself. You don't think it was sufficient information to tell a bitch that you got two guys coming to stay on our couch for a few days? And she couldn't even tell me when they were leaving either. So that also pissed me off. Because it seemed like they would stay until after she left the city. And I told her that they better not be there once she moved out. Unless they were taking over her room.
So after dinner, we get home and I take a little walk with her and talk about this situation. Long story short, we worked everything out. And the boys obviously stayed on our couch. For way too fucking long. I assumed that they would stay a few days, but no. These dudes made themselves at home. They had their shit everywhere and had more groceries in the fridge than we did. They were nice. Don't get me wrong. But after spending fucking 10 days on someones couch, you got to go. They were also messy. Just like the fucking girls. I was stressing out big time. Because I already clean up after everyone anyway. I would come home from working a long as shift and just see alcohol bottles and take out bags everywhere. Just chilling like they having they own party and shit.
I was so pissed!!!!! I was already stressed from work. Then I come home and get even more stressed. Which made me sick. Which makes me a huge bitch. OK a bigger bitch. So I didn't say anything to anyone. And I just started cleaning. While they were trying to watch a movie. And I wanted them to feel bad. Like yes, I am cleaning up your fucking mess. I mean, if I wanted to clean up after people, I would have had kids. But I didn't. Then a miracle happened. I went to grab lunch one day before work. Sick and all. And I see the boys cleaning. So at first I didn't think anything of it. But I get back and the place is spotless. Their shit is all packed up and the living room looked like it once did before they came. Stopped me dead in my tracks. A bitch nearly cried from all the beauty. LOL. I was shocked and amazed. No one has ever cleaned there besides me.
So I had to say something to them. I thanked them for cleaning. And I told them they don't even understand how thankful I was. One of the Swedish boys was like, " Well we notice that you are the only who cares if it is cleaned in here or not. The other girls don't care. Which I don't understand why." I said me either boo. Me either. But now.......... We have our living room back. And it is temporarily clean. And the other flatmates leave this weekend. Still sick though. But that's ok. Because I now have this fuck this shit attitude. Yay.
Here some photos: Sunset addition!! I don't have many photos. Most are of me going out to eat and drinking. So my bad. LOL.
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