Laundry Comedy.
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sunshine_queenDo you remember the second episode of Gilmore Girls, when Rory is starting Chilton and it's laundry day and Lorelai has to take her to school wearing Daisy Dukes and a tie dyed shirt?
That's basically me every laundry day. Today, however, was worse.
When I went home last weekend my mom did my laundry, and it was wonderful, but because of her washing them then, I couldn't wash anything until... well, today. Because I was all, no! I'll throw off my laundry-doing groove on Mondays! I must wait! I muuuust.
So I did.
This is me loading the laundry bag into the washers: Oh my Goddddd, I brought this! I had no idea! You're at UF, red shirt!
That's right. I was like, unearthing clothes I could barely remember. Usually by the time I do my laundry I still have some viable clothing options so that if I can't do it that day I won't die- but not today. I mean, I didn't even have any pyjamas left. Not a single sleep shirt or pair of soffes was left. I had plenty of underwear, though.
(I'm a big believer of always having, like, ninety seven pairs of underwear at your disposal. Even for like, an overnight trip, I pack about four pairs of underwear. I have no idea what I think is going to happen for me to require four pairs in one night, but if there's ever like, a massive natura disaster wherein it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to get home and CHANGE MY UNDERWEAR, which, of course, would be a completely logical thing to be worried about when you're facing a natural disaster, I will have four pairs with me, which should be keep me fresh until I can return home.)
Then, of course, there are the laundry machines. I've only done two loads of laundry at the same time twice, but the same thing happened the first time I did my laundry here with Ollie and Chelsea. You can start your machines all the same time, and no matter what, they wind up different. It's like there's some weird wrinkle in time in the UF laundry room, because suddenly one has 8 minutes left and the other has 12. And you have no idea why one has twelve minutes left, seeing as you started them at the EXACT SAME TIME, but they are now four minutes apart, and your clever plan to synchronize is ruined. And then you think you have it down- they're four minutes apart, cool- when suddenly that machine is still on twelve, and the other is on seven, then six, then five, then four, and then FINALLY the other one goes to eleven, but you're wondering what the hell is going on with that machine to make it think that a minute is several hundred seconds long and not the normal sixty.
So I wait and I pay for my two dryers. I expect no problems from my dryers, and I select them and load them up and put in my little Snuggle dryer sheets and I start them both at the exact same time. (Because you have to at least make the effort.)
And one starts making this UNGODLY NOISE.
I've heard it before, in the laundry room, but no one has ever seemed to figure out which machine belonged to Satan. The sound is akin to a dolphin being brutally beaten within an inch of its life.
There are four people in the laundry room, and everyone knows I've done it. And I'm blushing horribly and trying not to laugh, because out of, like, thirty machines, I pick the one that is using dolphin torture to power it, and finally a girl there gives me three quarters to pay for another machine because seriously? It was offensive to the ears.
So I switch machine and have lost a legitimate five minutes reloading the damn washer and then I have to wait an hour for the damn thing to dry.
Now everything's folded and back in its rightful place (although my drawers don't seem to think so- they're all, biiitch, we have NEVER had this much in us. NEVER.)
(Dirty!)
and I am starving but Ollie doesn't want to go to eat and Marisa already ate and I hate going to eat by myself AND I hate eating out all the time so I think I'll do a frozen thing and I'm only on chapter three of my poli sci book which I guess is okay because the test isn't until the eleventh but my paper is due next monday, gulp, and I have soooo muuuuch maaath to do and... seriously... I am in a lot of trouble. But here I am! Woo!
That's basically me every laundry day. Today, however, was worse.
When I went home last weekend my mom did my laundry, and it was wonderful, but because of her washing them then, I couldn't wash anything until... well, today. Because I was all, no! I'll throw off my laundry-doing groove on Mondays! I must wait! I muuuust.
So I did.
This is me loading the laundry bag into the washers: Oh my Goddddd, I brought this! I had no idea! You're at UF, red shirt!
That's right. I was like, unearthing clothes I could barely remember. Usually by the time I do my laundry I still have some viable clothing options so that if I can't do it that day I won't die- but not today. I mean, I didn't even have any pyjamas left. Not a single sleep shirt or pair of soffes was left. I had plenty of underwear, though.
(I'm a big believer of always having, like, ninety seven pairs of underwear at your disposal. Even for like, an overnight trip, I pack about four pairs of underwear. I have no idea what I think is going to happen for me to require four pairs in one night, but if there's ever like, a massive natura disaster wherein it is IMPOSSIBLE for me to get home and CHANGE MY UNDERWEAR, which, of course, would be a completely logical thing to be worried about when you're facing a natural disaster, I will have four pairs with me, which should be keep me fresh until I can return home.)
Then, of course, there are the laundry machines. I've only done two loads of laundry at the same time twice, but the same thing happened the first time I did my laundry here with Ollie and Chelsea. You can start your machines all the same time, and no matter what, they wind up different. It's like there's some weird wrinkle in time in the UF laundry room, because suddenly one has 8 minutes left and the other has 12. And you have no idea why one has twelve minutes left, seeing as you started them at the EXACT SAME TIME, but they are now four minutes apart, and your clever plan to synchronize is ruined. And then you think you have it down- they're four minutes apart, cool- when suddenly that machine is still on twelve, and the other is on seven, then six, then five, then four, and then FINALLY the other one goes to eleven, but you're wondering what the hell is going on with that machine to make it think that a minute is several hundred seconds long and not the normal sixty.
So I wait and I pay for my two dryers. I expect no problems from my dryers, and I select them and load them up and put in my little Snuggle dryer sheets and I start them both at the exact same time. (Because you have to at least make the effort.)
And one starts making this UNGODLY NOISE.
I've heard it before, in the laundry room, but no one has ever seemed to figure out which machine belonged to Satan. The sound is akin to a dolphin being brutally beaten within an inch of its life.
There are four people in the laundry room, and everyone knows I've done it. And I'm blushing horribly and trying not to laugh, because out of, like, thirty machines, I pick the one that is using dolphin torture to power it, and finally a girl there gives me three quarters to pay for another machine because seriously? It was offensive to the ears.
So I switch machine and have lost a legitimate five minutes reloading the damn washer and then I have to wait an hour for the damn thing to dry.
Now everything's folded and back in its rightful place (although my drawers don't seem to think so- they're all, biiitch, we have NEVER had this much in us. NEVER.)
(Dirty!)
and I am starving but Ollie doesn't want to go to eat and Marisa already ate and I hate going to eat by myself AND I hate eating out all the time so I think I'll do a frozen thing and I'm only on chapter three of my poli sci book which I guess is okay because the test isn't until the eleventh but my paper is due next monday, gulp, and I have soooo muuuuch maaath to do and... seriously... I am in a lot of trouble. But here I am! Woo!
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Date: 2006-09-26 12:02 am (UTC)But damn, how much laundry do you do if you're already on, what, your fourth lot since you got to UF? It's only a month! I can go for two weeks between loads if I do whites and colours on the same day; I don't have enough of either otherwise. Wow.
Good luck with your mountains of work!
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