Alright, so first quarter is coming to an end...and I am hating my roommates.
I am beginning to wonder why I even bother with living with people.
Alright here is what kind of set it off. When I first moved in the dorm I brought with me several boxes of food, canned, milk, bread, etc. I allowed everyone in the dorm that they could have anything they want since I had an abundance and it was in my good nature and I only specified certain things for myself. A few weeks pass by and my food supply is gone which wouldn't be a problem. The problem is when they buy food they hoard it like misers. I had to quit my job to go to college and finding a new one is not looking good so I am in a financial pit so I can barely live off myself. I'm also according to them an outcast because I don't like to drink, smoke, do drugs or party. Every time the moment arises they begin to be complete jerks to me. Now I am a big guy and I am not one to be trifled with but I usually remain calm and collected but this has gone on for way to long. On a good note I did find an awesome apartment that if I ever get a job then I will move in almost instantly.