(not so) Mature Ways to Deal with your crappy roommate

After locking myself in my room and crying after I got up to go to the bathroom - only to return and find all my stuff moved - the sofa completley taken over - the t.v. blasting (I had been watching Gossip Girl on my computer - which was on the table in front on the sofa - I didn't get to see it last night because I was at the opera) and a naked roommate with a Homer Simpson physique chowing down a box of donuts - I decided I should practice some really hard opera arias I have yet to learn. For the first time since he tornado-ed the place (I've completely given up attempting to clean - I now know how my long suffering mum feels during my trips home) he got uneasy and finally asked "Audition." And I said -no just need to practice - it never hurts to learn an aria - these are especially hard and I don't know them yet. I believe my point was made. Next time - I'm gonna go into the living and insist on using the key board to work on the particularly difficult "half steps" and high Ds. Want to make sure I'm not going flat you know.

Also - since he has a plan to not get off the sofa for the next two days --- I asked to do extra work shifts so I'm out of the apt., endear myself to my bosses, and don't commit homicide. Of course coming home to a drain full of ramen noodles and carrots and a toilet covered in piss - well - I've yet to figure out a not so mature way of dealing with that. I've actually SPOKEN to him about it - but alas --- I guess he likes his pee - white toilets are SOOOOO faux-pas.