I Don't Know Nico

...but I'm a bitch like him, according to Creep, my 37 year-old roomie.

Today at 4am, Creep's brother started studying in the kitchen outside my door. I'm a light sleeper (my ear plugs always fall out in the middle of the night) so I woke up once he stepped foot in the kitchen. Every subtle noise he made was amplified. The opening and shutting of the binder. The rustling of the papers. Him accidentally bumping the table against my wall.

I've been patient with him staying over because he's supposedly looking for an apartment. He's a student and I know how tough it is balancing work and school so I don't say anything. But then again, there are already four of us sharing one bathroom and I really don't need an extra burly body in the apartment. And when he messes with my sleep, I lose patience. I need my sleep or else I feel like shit and probably look like shit when I wake up.

So at 4am, I open the door and ask him to study in the living room (at least I said "thanks" after). He got defensive and said that it was his first time studying at this hour. No it isn't, Burly Bear.

At 9am, after the two female roomies left, Creep confronted me. He asked why I don't like them and why I'm the only one here that complains about them. It's obvious that I don't like them because I never say hi to them and avoid making eye contact with them, but I never complained until this morning...which isn't really complaining. It was more of a request. Then he referred to my message on the whiteboard about not leaving dishes overnight in the sink (it wasn't directed to anyone specifically). He got defensive with that, saying that he only left dishes overnight once, which is a lie. I wouldn't have written that unless I saw dishes overnight all the time. Plus we have freakin' cockroaches. Isn't that reason enough to wash your dishes right away?

Our argument escalated into a shouting match, with him calling the first name. He first compared me to his cousin Nico, who apparently is a bitch. Then he said he never met anyone from OC but assumes they're all like me (clean and likes to sleep through the night). Oh really, do you want to stereotype people? Mr. I'm-from-the-Bronx-with-tats-all-over-my-body-and-is-obnoxiously-loud-and-lives-with-20-year-olds-and-shares-a-room-with-a-snorting-woman? But I didn't go there. We just called each other bitch back and forth with him ending the argument with a threat that he'll make my last month here bad.

I have 3 1/2 weeks left. I hope it goes by fast.