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I do know how you folks love your weird advice and crazy roommate drama.
I just moved into a house for my last semester of college this fall, because I can't live in the dorms and I was
ing sick of living in student housing. The house is semi-old (40-50 years, covered in wood paneling, no grounded outlets, ancient fusebox filled with glass bulbs), but I loved it since I got the master bedroom, and the location is almost perfect.
My housemate (I actually have two, but no beef with one, so he'll stay out of the picture) is an irresponsible flake. But since she's the one who was in charge of the house in the first place, she is in charge of the bills, the lease, etc, and it's all in her name. By irresponsible, I mean, I've been nagging her for over a month, and I have yet to see the lease (I'm glad for this now, more later), any of the bills I'm supposed to pay, or maintenance tasks.
Now. Tropical Storm Fay came two weeks ago, and the poor house couldn't take it. Water washed into the kitchen, and even though we live on a giant hill, the living room and back porch was under 2" of water. Carpet was ruined. We immediately called the landlord, and he told us to call those emergency restoration services. Too late, the carpet molded instantly and it hadn't even stopped raining/flooding yet. We found frogs in the living room. Cute as they were they had to be out. So the landlord gave us permission to tear up the carpet and so I did last Monday, flake roommate is nowhere to be found, even though she said she would help me. I had to get my father to help me tear up and cut up the carpet, even though his house is also flooded and FEMA's being douchenozzles again. Find that the water's also in a layer under the tile in the dining room. Can't tear that up, and the mold/mildew is spreading. I can't breathe.
Wednesday, the AC's dead. In Florida. In the hottest part of the year. Stupid flake roommate calls landlord, who doesn't send anyone until the following Monday (Labor Day, ironically). The guy he sends is a
ing retard of the highest caliber, after mucking about with the AC and determining that it's broken, he comes back and starts messing with the FUSE BOX, stuffing aluminum foil around the glass fuses, and blows 90% of the house. Needless to say, bitch is fired. And now there's no power in the house, let alone AC.
Flake roommate for some reason has kept the landlord's number for herself, and choosing to ignore me, other housemate, and the problem at large, has moved in with her girlfriend (before you scream omglesbian, she's not the fun to watch making out kind) and turned her phone off so I can't call her and the landlord to scream obscenities about being stuck in a house with no AC, lights, kitchen, or video games. Only thing that works is one outlet in the den, where the modem is hidden. So at least I can still sort of do my homework, meanwhile trying to fend off clouds of mosquitoes (hurricanes cause blooms), and drowning in my own sweat for 4 days now.
My plan at this point is, since she STILL has not given me the lease to sign, and they have no intention of listening to me or other roommate, I have no obligation to stay. I'm going to pack my shit up this weekend and look for a new place to live, leaving the month's rent and utilities that I've already stayed here, and moving into an apartment.
Any insight, oh wise and smartass-ed CAG?
TL;DR: I hate my roommate and I'm skippin town.
I just moved into a house for my last semester of college this fall, because I can't live in the dorms and I was

My housemate (I actually have two, but no beef with one, so he'll stay out of the picture) is an irresponsible flake. But since she's the one who was in charge of the house in the first place, she is in charge of the bills, the lease, etc, and it's all in her name. By irresponsible, I mean, I've been nagging her for over a month, and I have yet to see the lease (I'm glad for this now, more later), any of the bills I'm supposed to pay, or maintenance tasks.
Now. Tropical Storm Fay came two weeks ago, and the poor house couldn't take it. Water washed into the kitchen, and even though we live on a giant hill, the living room and back porch was under 2" of water. Carpet was ruined. We immediately called the landlord, and he told us to call those emergency restoration services. Too late, the carpet molded instantly and it hadn't even stopped raining/flooding yet. We found frogs in the living room. Cute as they were they had to be out. So the landlord gave us permission to tear up the carpet and so I did last Monday, flake roommate is nowhere to be found, even though she said she would help me. I had to get my father to help me tear up and cut up the carpet, even though his house is also flooded and FEMA's being douchenozzles again. Find that the water's also in a layer under the tile in the dining room. Can't tear that up, and the mold/mildew is spreading. I can't breathe.
Wednesday, the AC's dead. In Florida. In the hottest part of the year. Stupid flake roommate calls landlord, who doesn't send anyone until the following Monday (Labor Day, ironically). The guy he sends is a

Flake roommate for some reason has kept the landlord's number for herself, and choosing to ignore me, other housemate, and the problem at large, has moved in with her girlfriend (before you scream omglesbian, she's not the fun to watch making out kind) and turned her phone off so I can't call her and the landlord to scream obscenities about being stuck in a house with no AC, lights, kitchen, or video games. Only thing that works is one outlet in the den, where the modem is hidden. So at least I can still sort of do my homework, meanwhile trying to fend off clouds of mosquitoes (hurricanes cause blooms), and drowning in my own sweat for 4 days now.
My plan at this point is, since she STILL has not given me the lease to sign, and they have no intention of listening to me or other roommate, I have no obligation to stay. I'm going to pack my shit up this weekend and look for a new place to live, leaving the month's rent and utilities that I've already stayed here, and moving into an apartment.
Any insight, oh wise and smartass-ed CAG?
TL;DR: I hate my roommate and I'm skippin town.
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