I Steal SpaghettiOs

My parents always told me that it took different kinds of people to make the world go round.
That was proven to me in college.
I have met (and lived) with some interesting people.
My suitemate is a perfect example.
She has given me some good laughs this semester.

Exhibit A-

SpaghettiOs.
Did you know these are a precious and rare good?
She went home one weekend, and when she returned, I guess she had a hankering for SpaghettiOs.

I was sitting in my room, minding my own business, when she came through my door.
"Hey Autumn, did you eat my SpaghettiOs?"
"No girl, I have my own, how come?"
"Because they were there when I left this weekend and now they are gone."
"Oh, well I didn't eat them."
"Are you sure? If you did I won't be mad."
"I really didn't eat them."


Exhibit B-

Shampoo.
I was using my towel to dry off in the shower.
In the process I accidentally knocked over some of our shampoo bottles. (We have like 1,000.)
I picked them back up and placed them randomly on the shelf in the shower.
Obviously they weren't in their original places.
My suitemate was next "in line" for the shower.
I stepped out, she stepped in.

"Hey Autumn, why is my shampoo in a different spot?"
"Oh, because I accidentally knocked some bottles over with my towel so I just put them back up there."
"Did you use it? I won't be mad..."
"No, I used mine."

Exhibit C-

The incident of the hole punch. In my opinion, this is the craziest to date.
I was sitting on my bed doing homework a few weeks ago when said suitemate waltzes into my room.

"Hey Autumn, remember when you used my green hole punch?"
"No?"

She scans my desk and shelf, looking for her ridiculous green hole punch.

"You used it one night and never gave it back."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did. I just want it back."
"I really didn't use it. I haven't needed a hole punch all semester."

She leaves.
5 minutes later:

"Are you sure you don't have it? Can you look?"
"I don't have it!! I'll look, but I don't have it!"

Exhibit D-

SpaghettiOs. Yeah you're thinking, "she already wrote about SpaghettiOs."
Why, yes I did. Yes I did.
Beth and I were working out (30 Day Shred!) and using SpaghettiOs as weights.
Enter suitemate.

"Are those my SpaghettiOs?"

I looked at Beth. Really? REALLY?

"Nope, they are mine."
"Oh."

She leaves.

****

To add to her craziness, I find out from a source that she hid SpaghettiOs in a plastic bag underneath her desk and then claimed they were "gone" when she returned. NO THEY WEREN'T!

Exhibit E-

I like to call this Exhibit, "Immature Trash."
The suitmate has an annoying habit of taking a full trashbag out of the can and putting it on the floor beside the can. You're thinking, "Ew, why?"
Exactly.

One day Beth and I came back from chapel and our entire suite smelled like a dead body. After gagging, we figured out that it was her trash. Naturally, we put the bag in the hall so she would see it and take it downstairs.
There it sat, right by her door, for 2 days.
Finally I wrote her a note that read (and I quote)

"Suitemate, can you please take your trash downstairs? We put it in the hall because it smelled really bad. Thanks girl! -Autumn & Beth

She didn't come back to the room that night, and the next day we noticed a note on our RA's door that read,

"RA, I signed out for the night. Just couldn't be in the room."

****

I think my point is proven.




Suitemate, if you ever read this, I HAVE NEVER TAKEN ANY OF YOUR STUFF!
P.S. I'm not "talking bad about you." This is all factual information.