Just in case you needed something to procrastinate with, I present to you an immensly fun and interesting Japanese game:
The goal is to find the star in each level. Your means of finding it change with each level, so you have to think outside the box.
…Max and I caught that flu that has been going around. I am going to make soup now.
So Max and I have been putting off our laundry for awhile…two weeks to be exact. Mostly because we have both been feeling crummy lately, also because the weather has been less than ideal for hauling two bags of clothes (and a basket!) to the laundry room. It wasn’t until today, when we realized the complete lack of clothign we were facing that we decided to man up and get washing. We waited until the late evening, 9pm, to be exact, because we knew we would be using a lot of washers/dryers and we didn’t want to inconvienence anyone. Lucky for us, the place was desserted.
Now, prior to this laundry endeavour we each contributed $20 to the laundry card…this is because putting money on it is kind of a big pain in the butt, and we can never be sure how much one trip will cost. So, as we loaded the clothes into the washers, this is where we started:
Money – $40
Time – 9pm
Washers Used – 6
Okay, so I am a little ashamed that we needed SIX packed-full washers to clean all our clothes. Granted, we included our bedding and our rugs, as well as 4-6 dirty towels. Thirty minutes and $6.90 later, we were loading our clothes into all the open dryers. Standings as follows:
Money – $33.10
Time – 9:30pm
Dryers Used – 4
To be honest, I despise residence dryers. Half the time it’s broken and it eats your money, the other half it takes a lifetime to get your clothes dry. We spent about half an hour sorting out our items under some stress, and set all four dryers to 90 minutes (the most time these dryers allow). When we returned, and hour and a half later, the clothes were still mighty damp, damp enough to warrant a second round of 90 minutes on each dryer. Which brings us to now. Here is where we are.
Money – $19.75 (yes, our laundry has costed us $20.25 thus far)
Time – 1:45am (that’s nearly five hours of waiting….)
Patience – 2 (let’s just hope that those clothes are dry when we check them…)
I suppose the moral of the story is that doing laundry in residence is never really that fun, especially if you procrastinate with clothes. Also, they kind of rip you off. Trust me, if I had one third the clothes I have in each of those dryers, they still wouldn’t be dry after 90 minutes of tumbling. Oh, and always use the high temperature setting, or else you are just wasting your money. Maybe I should invest in a drying rack…or six.
I guess the upside is I will certainly appreciate my own private washer/dryer, whenever I have enough money to live somewhere else!
EDIT: The clothes were, in fact, dry. Though we spent just under an hour folding and hanging them all! (Current time: 3:11am —- Start to Finish: 6 hours, 11 minutes)
Sitting in Geography 102 this morning I came to a vast realization as to the properties of information, and why I have a hard time in university level science courses. My realization?
Facts are like crackers.
Now, given that facts are like crackers, what do I mean by fact? It could be a piece of information, a book, a lesson, just a tidbit of knowledge. We’ll say that a whole box of crackers is on the average exam. Now that that is sorted out, let’s explore how the average English class consumes crackers:
Prof: “Everyone take a cracker. Now, see that edge there, start to nibble it. Now, try to interpret what the cracker tastes like, what it smells like, how it feels, how it makes you feel. How does it relate to other breads? Is is salty? Sweet? Regardless, isn’t it a tasty snack? Let’s eat a few more over the weekend and see what else we can learn from it.”
This is my pace, breaking down a work to its parts and seeing how they harmonize. I am always happiest in my English courses. Granted, sometimes they require a bit too much reading (or cracker analyzing) but I can cope. On the other hand, this is what my Geography course is like,
Prof: “Here, have a cracker! Oh, you’re hungry aren’t you, have another! Actually, why don’t you take two or three more! Yes, more crackers everybody! You know, you look skinny, you should grab at least a handful. Now chew! Chew damn it! You need to make more room! Aren’t these crackers AMAZING! Eat more! More! MORE!”
While you often leave the class full, it is almost impossible to swallow that many crackers without choking. As interesting as geography has been thus far, I am rather afraid of the volume of…crackers…that will be on the test.
Well, better get snacking!
P.S. Just for the fun of it, this is what a Philosophy class is like:
Prof: “Would you like a cracker? What defines a cracker? Are they all the same? Does the property of a cracker change by the box it comes in? If we all eat a cracker are we eating the same thing? Where does my cracker start and your cracker end? Can a cracker taste itself? Does it feel the pain of you crushing it as you eat it? Nobody eat any crackers until we get this sorted out….”
I realize that I kind of failed at the Decemblog! thing. This was mostly due to the magic of Christmas and trying to spend every ounce of time with my mom, and later Max. Also, I have been unable to sleep any longer than six hours a night, which has been causing me to pass out pretty early these days. I’m not really all that sure why…but I was an insomniac for years, up until I met Max, so maybe it’s just resurfacing again.
I am currently in transit, taking a nightmare of flights to get from Toronto back to BC. I have been reading Watchmen practically the whole time, and I have to say that this is one of the best graphic novels I have read. Granted, I am kind of new to the scene, though Max assures me that Watchmen is one of the greatest of all time. I highly recommend it.
I used to love flying when I was growing up. I started flying alone when I was six years old, which was a bit upsetting, but mostly because I was flying between parents. Lately though, the industry is starting to wear on me. Nothing is easy anymore, in fact, on my last two flights they were charging TWO DOLLARS for a beverage. I was infuriated. I paid over a thousand for my crappy seat, and now you want two more for a tiny bottle of water?! I think not. Oh, and now bags cost money, changing your seat costs money, soon they will be charging us to use the toilet!
…I have really come to hate flying, but I think it’s the industry’s fault. I don’t know why they get to treat us like crap, probably because we have no choice but to fly.
I am just tired of jumping through this miserable little hoops. I am looking forward to a break from the planes.
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