It is now November the 19th. I have not spoken to my flatmate since October 3rd even though we walk past each other every day, share a kitchen, a bathroom and a living room.
We live in a flat of five people in total and we’re at our first year of university in the U.K.
The first night we met him, he got very drunk and was sick on our (new) sofa, which he refused to clean up for 2 weeks. The smell was awful and there were chunks everywhere, and still he refused.
He believes he is above everyone and is not worthy of helping out around the flat.
He always leaves skid marks in the toilet!
He didn’t bring any pans/plates/food to university claiming that he didn’t have any money, but has the latest iPod and designer clothes.
ALWAYS BORROWS OUR PLATES AND DOES NOT WASH THEM UP!
Plays awful country/blues music until 3am loudly.
Said, “I don’t mind if any of my flatmates die, I hate them all.”
Eats tuna and eggs ALL THE TIME! The flat smells like a backstreet alley. It repulses us.
As we have not spoken to “O”, as he will now be known, we leave sticky-notes for him around the kitchen. For example, “please wash my plates”. He replied with, “I don’t need to wash them, they’re not mine. Look, I can leave shitty little notes too!!”
How immature. The three other lovely flatmates and myself are 18 years old. He is 20 and did not know how to use a hob/oven when he came to university.
Also, is quite rude, referring to girls as “classy” if they have large breasts and refusing to talk to a girl in the flat downstairs because she didn’t make him a sandwich on an occasion when asked.
Just because he is from Oxford town, he thinks he is wonderful. I hate to break it to him, but sadly, this is not the case.