can't we get the tall skinny old socially awkward guy who broke all of our dishes and thought I hated him back?

So, the week before I left for February vacation, Bobby left. Bobby is the relatively old English Leonardo student who was living chez Maryse from November to February, and provided us with such timeless classics as "My friends wouldn't stop being my friends if I said the word 'smashing'" and "Sometimes I bum cigarettes from my clients" (it should be noted that Bobby worked with handicapped people, he was taking cigarettes from mentally handicapped people). Bobby sucked, and needless to say, we were glad to see him go. 4 people here is just too much. Maryse said she didn't like it, and would not be getting anyone after he left. I don't know if I have said it before or not, but Maryse is cheap by every definition of the word. She refuses to let us have dinner parties because it would take too much electricity and gas. She gets 100 euros a month from me and Anya to buy us breakfast, with which she buys us 50 cent boxes of store brand corn flakes, despite our asking for other things. So I guess the money was calling to crazy bones louder than the call of our own comfort, because the day I arrived home from Morocco, this was waiting for me.


I have never before taken such an instant dislike to someone. Maryse introduced me to her shortly after I arrived home from Morroco. I had been traveling the last two days. I had not had any clean clothes for almost a week. All I really wanted to do was shower, read through 2 weeks of email, and unpack. But Maryse asked "Laura, can you talk to her?" So I was like whatever, I can put off the showering for a bit longer to be hospitable to the new girl. We had been talking for a few minutes, and despite being tired and gross, I was really trying to be social. Suddenly said "Do you mind if I turn on the tele? There is a game show on that I really love" I thought to myself, wow. She is polite. But all I said was "Sure, no problem" I passed her the tv remote and started sorting through my emails. A few minutes later, she was still struggling to figure out the tv, so she asked me what was wrong with it. I said "I have no idea. I never watch the tv" So then she was like "Can you please just get up and look at it?" I gave her my "are you kidding me?" look, but I got up. Of course I had no idea, so I told her again "I don't watch the tv. I don't know" So then she rolled her eyes, and after a few more minutes, she got it to work and was lost in the world of French game shows. I used this opportunity to sneak off and shower and pretend that the new roommate did not just choose French tv over conversation with me.
A day or two passed, and a problem kept plaguing Anya and me-neither of us knew her name. We started calling her "NBG", short for Nameless British Girl. Things with NBG have really just gone from bad to GRRRRRR.
have never in my life met anyone so unfriendly. I would make excuses for her, but there are none. She has clearly never had a roommate before because there is no way he/she would not killed her. She has a complete inability to clean her dishes. Rather, she rinses them, leaving the majority of her cooked on food still in the pans/plates. She has the tv on CONSTANTLY, and so loud that people sitting at the kitchen table cannot talk. It does not matter if we are playing music, sitting talking, etc. She will walk in, and not even ask if we mind if she turns the tv on. She buys gigantic bags prepared food, and just throws it in the fridge. Usually it seems to land on my fragile fresh produce, like strawberries. She bought a guitar, and plays it all the time. So when we aren't listening to the tv, we are forced to listen to her "play" this cheap guitar. She never cleans her hair out of the shower, nor does she clean her toothpaste out of the sink. She never takes out the trash. She never wipes her food spills off the counter top. She leaves her books, coats, sweaters, etc laying all over the living/dining room. And yesterday she informed us that she was going to start working from home, meaning she will be home all day, every day. And here is the best part-she will be using the internet. There are 4 of us that share the internet connection, and she thinks it will be okay for her to be on it 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Combine all this with her just completely unpleasant personality, and it just makes for a really uncool situation.