Bad Roommates

I suppose it's nothing new for me to be writing about my bad roommates. The morning after the strange guy incident that I wrote about last time, my roommates woke me up at 4:50am because they were both in the bathroom (which is right next to my bedroom) with the exhaust fan running, with the hair dryer running, holding a conversation loud enough to be heard over both, which is what woke me. They offered up a half-assed apology (it wasn't our intention to wake you, we didn't realize that the walls were so thin that you could hear the fan or our conversation) and then in an e-mail (the apology came via e-mail too) they gave their notice, claiming that our lifestyles were too diverse for us to keep living together in harmony. I think the real problem is the complete lack of communication and consideration on their part, and I think now they are just cowards and immature adolescents who are trying to run away from their problems. On the one hand, getting rid of such poor examples of humanity is a good thing, but on the other hand, it does cause me a lot of added stress as I'll now have to go through the difficult process of finding another roommate. When I think about how nice my mother (the landlord) and I were about things like rent and getting stuff done I just want to scream! They must also be clueless because they didn't seem to be aware that this would make me upset or cause me stress. I think it's safe to say that whatever friendship existed before this (which must have been tenuous at best) is officially over. Good riddance!