Step One

As it turns out, I published 'the list' last night. I must have clicked 'Publish Post' instead of 'Save Now' accidentally. I deleted it and it's safely just a draft again.
But don't worry about it; We have top men working on it.

So last night was really the final straw with Roommate. I've made up my mind to move out and have already contacted the proper authorities to facilitate such a change.

It started out blandly enough: she invited some of our friends over to drink and hang out. Typical Thursday fare. I wasn't very enthusiastic about it, since I had been out the night before drinking until 3 and hadn't eaten anything that day since noon. Also, Roommate loves her some drinking games, and I think I've previously mentioned my disdain for that sort of thing.
So Roommate and 3 of our friends get to it. The designated 21-year-old had stocked them up with beer, Jager, and Mike's Hard, and I had just procured some Bacardi Limon [not for them or for last night, but I knew a girl was going to the store and I had $20 on me, so, you know, better safe than sorry]. Roommate started in with 'Let's play Asshole, let's play Fuck the Dealer' so they ventured into the common room.

Eventually I reminded Roommate that I was in need of dinner and we ordered up some wings. On the walk to get them, she started talking about how she had set up an account on mysugardaddie and had been entertaining the thought of responding to some of the guys who were offering her trips to NYC and Florida. At this point she was chirping 'Oh my god, I'm already past my limit!' and doing her very loud drunk laugh.

I had more or less decided to just pack it in early for the night, but I should have known that it wasn't going to happen like that. The people drinking, along with D and A, were watching tv, talking, and generally carrying on until almost 3. At this point, Roommate decided it would be a good idea to go sleep with the worst possible person that she could ever possibly sleep with.
I told her straight up: If you do this, I don't want to hear an-y-thing about it tomorrow or ever.
She laughed. "Yeah, this is a terrible life decision, if I were you I wouldn't want to know about it, either."
A few minutes later she returned, changed into her pajamas, saying, "I can't believe I almost did that!"

A few minutes later her friends return from wherever they were and she jumps out of bed to join them. I shut the door, not realizing that Roommate had locked the door and didn't have her key. Then one of them decided they needed my Bacardi. So I had 4 drunk people pounding the crap out of my door for probably 20 minutes until D told them to knock it off for fear of catching an RA's attention. Eventually I had enough so I left the room -taking my damn keys, thank you very much- to smoke and when I got back I went to bed.

I don't know what time Roommate got to bed, and if she did anything with her bad decision, but when I woke up this morning our common room was a mess, my Bacardi was on our coffee table, my throat was killing me from chainsmoking, and I knew I had to get out.

I've already gotten in touch with a girl who has vacancies in her suite, and emailed the housing people that I'm supposed to meet with about changing rooms.
And just now, I told Roommate -who was alerted by TA that something was up. Thanks, TA, bc I would have just put it off until I was actually moving out, haha- that I can't keep living with her if I want to maintain my sanity.

I'm feeling so much happier and lighter now than I was earlier this week.