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Procrastination the First :)

I am not feeling particularly inspired to finish this discussion paper for sociology, so as I’ve been actively pressured by THREE of my followers, I figured I should blog.  I am alive (I know you were worried), only slightly sleep-deprived (a novel for week for English?  No wonder I switched to soc . . . ), addicted to jelly beans (again!), not really a vegan anymore (hallelujah!!!), generally quite happy (although that might change if the snow everyone’s talking about really arrives this weekend . . . ), listening to White n Nerdy (don’t judge), and currently on caffeine (which explains the nature of this blog).

For those of you who didn’t know my spring break plans, I will summarize like this:

Week One: Tennis.  Too much sun.  Fun with the team.

Week Two: Sleep.  Consider doing homework.  Do a little homework

Week One at school: Wonder why I didn’t do more homework

But really, I wanted to write about laundry.  Because laundry at Grinnell is a very frustrating thing.  I felt like such a guy earlier this week (and by saying that I perpetuate gender stereotype – oops), because I needed four mostly full washers in order to wash everything simultaneously.  I was told my room didn’t smell THAT bad . . . which is a very telling statement.  My apologies, new roommate.  Anyway, after the washers successfully washed my clothes (they usually work), I needed two dryers.  Only one was available, so I gingerly removed clothes from another dryer, and I was happy to note that they were fully dry (again, my apologies, random person whose clothes I had to touch).  Feeling optimistic, I loaded both dryers with my clothes and returned an hour later expecting dried clothes.

Left: Theoretically my bed is under there . . . somewhere . . . the point is I'm drying my clothes on my bed frame.

One load was dry.  The one NOT in the dryer that dried the previous user’s clothes.  I’m pretty sure the Dibble dryers have minds of their own and are pure evil.  It’s fifty-fifty your clothes will actually be dry, so occasionally I’ve had to drape an entire load of laundry in creative ways in my room . . . (see picture, provided solely for its artistic merits and not for your entertainment).

Right: Ad then I draped clothes on my dresser . . .