I am a broke college student.

So, my friend Fishey and I have been spending our weekends watching Skins from the very first season and I fucking love it. The problem is that I'm spending more time doing that and internet things (like right now) than doing hw.

Other than getting behind on homework, I have a roommate who is never home and whenever she is she happens to be doing some sort of drunk shenanigan.

I was out in Cambridge with some friends hoping to smoke hookah. The hookah bar required a real ID and not just a student one. So me and Fishey went back to our respective dorms. I opened the door to my room to find all the lights on and nobody home.

Clothes had been thrown about and in the bathroom there was a small puddle of... pee. In front of the toilet stall. And nobody home to claim it.

My theater major roommate must have been terrified when she came home and I descended upon her with crazy-cleaning-lady anger and asked if she'd been home before I got back. Apparently not.

The same happened when blonde bio major roommate came home but she said she had not been drinking and had not been home to see the puddle in the bathroom.

There was one roommate left. Soccer roommate. She didn't come home. It was already like 2 or 3am so I assumed that she had come home at some point, very drunk, and probably with a friend. Tried to get clean clothes from her drawers; flung them around; attempted to use the toilet and failed then got dragged out of the room by whatever friend was with her.

Only a few days before that she had come back extremely drunk and vomited all over the bathroom floor leaving blonde bio major roommate to clean it up.

It was safe to assume it was her who pissed on the bathroom floor.

Now she's barely around, probably still embarrassed about the shit that happened. She hardly ever even sleeps here anymore.

So now, I feel bad for getting so angry with her when what I probably should have done was sat down and talked with her about her dangerous drinking habits. Whatever.