Doing the Dishes

College is a great time to be on your own, discover who you are, and become a real adult. Unfortunately real adults have to do chores.
I live in a suite on campus with two other girls. The suite consists of two bedrooms and a common room that has a kitchenette. The two other girls live in a room together, and I am by myself in a bedroom that has two beds in it because I have bad luck with roommates... More on that at another time.

To make life easier, we will call the girls by nicknames to help keep them all private and stuff.
Fuzzy, as we shall call her because of a freshman year nickname, has a tendency to be pessimistic and rational, though she says she is more of a realist than a pessimist. We affectionately call her "mom" because she is the one who tells me and the other girl when we are doing something stupid and dangerous. Fuzzy lived on campus last year, though on a different floor than I did.
The other girl in the room shall be called Pants because she doesn't like to wear real pants, and is usually in shorts or sweatpants 24/7. Pants is as weird and quirky as me, if not more so. She often proposes crazy ideas, like making our common room into a blanket fort (which actually happened). She commuted to campus last year, so I didn't get to see her around much. Pants has the same major as I do, so we have a lot of the same classes, though we didn't actually meet until a class trip to a motion-capture studio where we became good friends. Pants and Fuzzy were friends last year, so I met Fuzzy through Pants. They wanted to room together and so we all met up and decided to find a fourth person to room with us so we could live in the suites. Well, we found our fourth person (again, more on that later), and the rest is history.

I love rooming with Fuzzy and Pants, though it was definitely a lot more fun last semester. We are kind of different, so we don't hang out much anymore. Especially with the two of them living together, I am starting to feel like I am just someone who lives with them and does the dishes.

I am the main person in the room who does the dishes. Pants and Fuzzy have meal plans, so they eat at the campus dining areas more often than not, but I buy my own food and eat in the room. Because of this, I use the most dishes, so obviously I do them more often than not. HOWEVER! Pants uses plates and pans and silverware and shtuff a lot, too, and leaves it all laying around (she and I share the lack of desire to clean) so when Fuzzy goes on a cleaning spree, the sink fills up with dirty dishes very quickly. Now, I don't mind doing the dishes, but it would be nice getting some help every now and then.
That's not going to happen.
Fuzzy thinks she shouldn't have to do the dishes because she doesn't use them (except when we have roommate dinners). I respect and understand that.
Pants SHOULD do the dishes, but I don't want her to. I love Pants, but she cannot clean dishes. Like, at all. I always find food still stuck to things, so if she does the dishes, I always end up redoing them anyway.
It's a hard-knock life, I'll tell you that.
So, at least for now, it looks like I am stuck doing to dishes for the rest of the year. Hopefully I will get a roommate who can do them, too.
But, with my luck, that probably will never happen.