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I hate doing laundry. I don't really mind the actual process, it's more how it goes around here. People in my building are under some impression that laundry is life-or-death struggle, and if you're not at the machine unloading your stuff thirty seconds after the buzzer goes, then you're liable to have your machine hijacked and your clothes thrown god-knows-where. I also witnessed a guy folding his shirts yesterday with the kind of concentration required for brain surgery. He was literally spending a minute on each t-shirt, ruthlessly smoothing out every little wrinkle before matching the edges up with laser precision. I wanted to tell him that this is college, and it's kind of expected that you show up to class looking a bit disheveled (that's why the bookstore makes such a killing on sweatshirts, because they require little effort and look all right even after being in a heap on the floor), but the look of manic concentration on his face scared me off. And, of course, because I have some kind of bad karma, when I arrived in the laundry room, some kind soul had thoughtfully left my clothes in a sodden heap on a washing machine. And, of course, there was someone I knew there, so we had to have one of those "how are you?" and "what have you been up to?" conversations, all the while both pretending like my underwear wasn't spread out there for all creation to see. Awkward.
Also awkward was finding out that a guy in my sem class, who I sort of vaguely disliked on the principle that he was too nice, turns out to be a kinky sex-fiend who publishes his carnal escapades all over his Facebook page. That's going to make class awkward the next time I see him, especially since a friend pointed out that he looks strangely like Harry Potter.
And then there's this little incident from a lecture, which made me fear for humanity. This kid sitting in the row ahead of me had a coffee thermos, and as I was staring off into the distance during lecture, he started stirring his coffee with a pen. Which, ew. But then he took the pen out of the coffee and licked the whole thing. Like, sucked the whole pen all the way into his mouth. And if that wasn't enough, he then proceeded to click the actual pen nib out and lick that, before dismantling the pen and licking the various internal parts. And then he put it all back together and continued taking notes. I just...I have no words. I think my professor thought I violently disagreed with his interpretation of the film, because I couldn't keep a disgusted look off my face.
Also awkward was finding out that a guy in my sem class, who I sort of vaguely disliked on the principle that he was too nice, turns out to be a kinky sex-fiend who publishes his carnal escapades all over his Facebook page. That's going to make class awkward the next time I see him, especially since a friend pointed out that he looks strangely like Harry Potter.
And then there's this little incident from a lecture, which made me fear for humanity. This kid sitting in the row ahead of me had a coffee thermos, and as I was staring off into the distance during lecture, he started stirring his coffee with a pen. Which, ew. But then he took the pen out of the coffee and licked the whole thing. Like, sucked the whole pen all the way into his mouth. And if that wasn't enough, he then proceeded to click the actual pen nib out and lick that, before dismantling the pen and licking the various internal parts. And then he put it all back together and continued taking notes. I just...I have no words. I think my professor thought I violently disagreed with his interpretation of the film, because I couldn't keep a disgusted look off my face.