Ok, so I was off from HPI yesterday in observance of MLKJr day, so I got up at like 10am and went and bought a laundry basket. From Wal-Mart. This was a mistake, as Wal-Mart brand anything is of horribly low quality. This laundry basket does not have even 1/2 the strength of my existing laundry basket. But it was 4.53, and the dollar rules all, so I bought it anyway. It works okay. I need two baskets because of the unbelievable volume of dirty clothing I have amassed in 14 days. I bought the laundry basket so I could go to the Laund-Ro-Mat and do all my Laun-Dry. Well, I got there at like 12:59. Unloaded all my clothes, got everything ready to go, looked at my watch, 1:10pm. Start up the laundry (4 washers!), sit down, read my book. 5 minutes goes by and all of a sudden, 8 people show up to do their laundry. So they’re doing their thing, and then WHAMO 4 bums walk in to do their laundry. Dallas was among them. Remember Dallas? Wanted Mike’s g/f, Annie? Yea. So I’m sitting there, doing my laundry, trying to save my nose from their odiferousness. Eventually my 4 loads finished, and the people at the Laund-Ro-Mat were like wolverines on a fallen antelope carcass, if they have those down under, fighting scratching cursing to get to the washer. I then proceeded to take up 4 dryers. You may not know this, but at the average Laund-Ro-Mat there are approximately 2 washers to every dryer. In this case, 18 washers, 9 dryers. So the fact that I took up 4 washers was not a huge deal, despite the volume of people. However, I smiled in glee as I single-handedly took up nearly 50% of the dryers. You should have seen their faces as I loaded my stuff. Hahaha. Among one of them was this tall thing girl who had been rather good company so far. Everyone else was either a bum, who stayed away from me as I am a formidable twenty something yuppy who doesn’t like homelessness, or they were people who were unwilling to chat to pass the time. So I put in all my dryer stuff, and when I was done, I happily gave up my dryers to the nice young good-company girl. People were staring, mouths agape at this breach of first-come-first-servce. I, however, did not care. I hung around a bit, talked to the girl and at approximately 2:32, left. Notice that it is one hour and twenty two minutes this time, including chatting time. This is because I have refined my laundry-loading-unloading-drying skills and schedule. Jack is gone from HPI. This makes me sad, as the workload is heavier. Despite that, I feel a little better because (with regard to the network)I can basically do whatever I want, when I want. Despite *that*, it sucks to not have someone to bounce things off of. James has moved in. He’s a good roommate because he is clean. He likes to talk about his penis a lot, and tends to point at it very often and then quip “were you looking at my crotch!?” He also enjoys playing computer games, which is OK in my book. Did I mention that he’s clean? He has bad parts, though. One being his penis-loving, the other being his incessant nipple-grapping. I think that the second one is taken care of though, as I told him he’d “get a five-knuckle sandwhich if he did it again”. I no longer fear nipple-pain when near him. It is nice having a roommate who is normal. You hear that girls? All the ladies in the world? We no longer have a nutcase in the house. Sure we have a guy who may leer, a guy who may drool and a guy who may run away and hide, BUT IT IS SAFE NOW. GIRLS, PLEASE COME OVER. AGAIN, WE ARE NOT SCARY, NO TONY, IT IS NOW SAFE, COME OVER. I have nothing else to add, except this cool flash came from Craig – I got a 323.4, give it a whirl: [L=http://1337-face.dk/pingvin.htm]http://1337-face.dk/pingvin.htm[/L]





