Foxy laundry!

Foxy Lady is the best song ever.

Well, I have been very lax in updating this blog. Dreadful business. I must speak with the manager about this. It's been quite busy around here, and I'm taking a short unauthorized study break to do a bit of an update. Basically, my life is boring, aside from the magic of Jimi Hendrix. I have been sitting in my room quite a lot and not doing much of anything besides the occasional bit of schoolwork (my econ assignment is almost done! Hooray!).

Had a very satisfactory "study party" today with Katie-or-Kate (not yet sure which she prefers) and Lynn. Not to tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing, but I don't think the econ midterm will be so terrible. Hopefully I will remember to think things through clearly and it'll be okay. The only one I am really afraid of is my poli-sci midterm, particularly as I'm not very sure what the content is. The prof is being very mysterious indeed. Crazy man.

The weekend at home was fun, although it is a little odd being on my own again after four days of total immersion in an insanely social atmosphere. I don't think I was alone for more than an hour. It was awesome. But now I am sitting in my tiny box of a dorm room again, and Indra's watching a movie on her computer, not that we talk much anyway. Actually, she's a dream roomie if you want a quiet one. She hardly ever speaks and we don't argue over domestic issues, e.g. "You didn't clean the Big Pointy Orange-Cutting Knife and I saw you using it!" "Nuh-uh!" I do wish she talked more, sometimes, but it's probably better this way. Nobody distracts me but me, and I do a pretty good job of that myself.

Today's lesson: Allow at least two hours for laundry, or else you will have semi-wet clothing spread over your bed in a pathetic effort to dry it out after its insufficient time in the dryer. Alas. I am not a domestic goddess after all.