Thoughts

I'm so tired. This has nothing, really, to do with the actual amount of hours I've been sleeping (which, admittedly, is probably less than it should be) but the way I sleep. I'm a very, very light sleeper. I've always been this way. I'm sure it's a combination of genetics and lifestyle- my dad's a light sleeper, and I never had a roommate before college. I sleep to the point where something as simple as opening the door to the room I'm in will wake me up.

It's annoying. Regardless of how many hours I actually spend in bed, I'm not getting to levels of deep sleep I need to be rested. And I know it's because part of my brain is going "There's someone in the room with us! MUST STAY ALERT!", and I wish it would just get used to it already and let me sleep.

This isn't the roommate's fault, by the way. She's quite a sweetie, and really quiet when she is awake and I'm not. This is just me. And in a way, I'm glad for it, because I certainly wouldn't ever want to sleep through an actual dangerous situation- a fire, a robbery- but right now, I would be glad to get some actual sleep so I can stop feeling head-ache-y and yawny all the time.

Ah, well.

My Anthropology class got out an hour early today, which was nice. The last two days have been about the basics of evolution. The last four days in Biology have been about the basics of evolution. This would be the same basics I had to memorize in the Spring, in Bio 113. Which are the same basics I learned last winter, in Anthro 201. Which are the same basics I was first taught in high school biology.

If I have to spend five more minutes this week on what "survival of the fittest actually means", I will scream. So, instead, I tuned out my TA and wrote ClubSoka. I have about a page, wheeeee! A page hand-written, which, granted, is much shorter than a page typed, but it's still something.

I'm stuck on this passage about the relationship between Hisoka and Tsuzuki. It's fairly short- between two and three paragraphs- but I just cannot write it the way I want. Most of the problem is because I'm having trouble articulating, even to myself, exactly why Hisoka is attracted to Tsuzuki. It's like, I can see it in specific actions, or I can express it in an image, but I can't put it down in the pretty words, in the generalizations I need for this passage. And so I rewrite it obsessively. Because everytime I think I'm satisfied, when I go back and look at it again, I realize, no, that's just not right. That's not how it is.

*sighs* But I do like the bit I got today, so I shall work on it more later. Or not, maybe, since I'm going to the Fusion meeting tonight, and still have to eat dinner and shower. But it's a thought.

The story of laundry

Today, at a little before 7:00, I went to do laundry. Now, the Fusion meeting, which I really did plan on going to, started at 8:00, but I figured I had plenty of time.

Ha, freaking ha.

Ahem. I haven't done laundry since I moved into the dorms, since I wasn't sure where the laundry room was and I hadn't been in the mood to wander randomly until stumbling across it, so by today I had two whole loads. The laundry turned out to be on the top floor of the dorm- floor 13. *scary Twilight Zone music plays* Also, I apparently came up the wrong set of stairs, as I had to walk around a while before finding the actual laundry. The 13th floor is creepy, appropriately enough. A whole bunch of study rooms, and strange little twisting hallways that lead only to locked doors. Logically, I know it's only things like the heater or air conditioner, but it's still unsettling to keep getting turned around and stuck in a windowless, narrow hallway. Also? The whole floor appeared deserted. No one else at all.

I found the room eventually, and thankfully there were some people in there. Now, at my school, to use the washers and dryers you swipe your school ID through this card-swipe-thingy (which also takes the money off your student account), punch in the specific machine's number, and then go back to the machine to put your clothes in and turn it on. I did this. When I got back to my washer, I opened it up and discovered it was full of dirty water. So there went $1.25.

I paid for a second machine- after making sure it was not similarly broken- and a third. Set the dryers to the cycle I wanted, both timers at 26 minutes, and walked off to read in one of the chairs provided.

15 or so minutes later, I come back to check on them. The timers are now at 23. After spending a few seconds staring at them and wondering if I'd fallen into some sort of weird time-sucking zone (Hey, the book I was reading was House of Leaves, time-sucking seemed logical), I decided to give them a few more minutes.

Well. It turns out that 26 minutes on the washer's timers translates into nearly an hour in actual time. I'm not pleased, as I know I'm going to be late for Fusion. But I figure, hey, I bet twenty minutes in the dryer will be enough, I'll still make most of it.

No. Twenty minutes was not enough. It took four freaking cycles of twenty-five minutes each before my clothes were dry. Cycles I had to pay for individually, thank you. At this point, it was after nine. I had not only missed the entire Fusion meeting, I wasn't even going to be there in time to catch a ride to Coffee Table.

So instead I went and complained about the whole thing to my roommate and then got online.

But I thought of you, Fusionites! Really, I did.