In four minutes, I will be able to transfer my laundry from the washer to the dryer. That one act could change absolutely everything (i.e. I trip on the steps and become paralyzed, the dryer explodes killing me, I meet someone washing their unmentionables, my clothes all get ruined and I change my wardrobe and must write non-parallel phrases, etc.). As Leonard Cohen puts it, I am “like the shy one at some orgy.” That's how hanging out in the tearoom feels some days. Today I purchased the Chancellor of UMD giant flowers (maroon and gold of course). Tomorrow she might sit in on my art of the memoir course. I wonder if she'll remember me. I should ask for scholarships!
She's a very mannish woman, and her play still sucked. She used to be a nun, apparently. I will most likely say something crass and she will be standing behind me (hi Mel!). It seems the time for laundry has come. If I do die, this will never be posted and none of you will ever know how laundry changed the world. Laundry changed nothing… nothing yet at least. I have had too much caffeine today. Tea is a tricky bitch.
Anyway, flowers lead to running into a group of kids from the programme. I ended up going to Subway with boquet in hand to socialize with people I do not normally (except for Man-die who I often find myself trapped in airports with :D). It was an odd experience because it was not actually odd at all. I can mix with almost anyone from this programme and not have to feel weird (take that Greg and Mike!). It seems weird that some people don't know everyone's name. It has been five months.
Agh, my coherency is lacking currently.
Hmm. Last night I went out for the first time in awhile. I woke up dizzy. I think I might stop drinking because I never get drunk enough to not worry about what people think. I do, however, get drunk enough to not worry about what I do. That is a problem. Egh, it does not matter. What does matter is that this entry is shit, and I am writing it instead of an essay.
blagh. I should make a shit zine some day. I suxx0rz. Uh. fuck words…
Lyn! and Bethany!
Mike cut his hair. Bethany gave him a piggy back ride.
Greg had a good night. Wait, shit, it's Mike in the Joy Division shirt.
Some fag and LYN!! I like Lyn. Someday she will come to America, so I can show her a Renaissance fair. Renaisaance faire. Fair. Unfaire.
I got a haircut too. A bajillion people have said they like it, so maybe I should stop having long hair. Hair is stupid. I wish mine wasn't falling out.