Monday, 22 June 2009

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    ten minute blog before my wash finishes washing and i go to dry it.

    got nothing done this weekend because i spent half of saturday sleeping and the other half at mom's. got nothing done sunday because i drove with her down to Shamong, NJ (yes that's a real place, nine trillion miles from anything) to get a puppy. I'll post a photo later when I've got time. His name (mum keeps saying her because we were originally planning to get a girl, and our last dog was a girl) is Josh, and he's eight pounds. He's a corgi, and he's adorable.

    so now i have almost no clean clothes, since i haven't done laundry in i don't know how long. i had to drive to Fort Lee today, because I'm thinking of taking Japanese classes there, and I wanted to know how to get there, so i stopped there on the way home. I almost freakin' died on the way there, because of all the traffic. (If you don't know, Ft. Lee is where the George Washington Bridge is, which is like, crazy busy at 5 pm or so). It's a cute town that reminds me a lot of the City, probably because there are many tall buildings and many signs for restaurants in Korean and Japanese. It took me a little bit of time to find the place, which was identified only by a little lettering on a door in a building. I was kind of expecting something more elaborate. Ah well.

    anyway, i got some paperwork and left my name with the assistant, who said she would give my name and number to the director, who would call me tomorrow and give me some info about classes. i mostly went to see how long it would take me to get there in the evening. nancy said "make sure you use your gps or you'll get lost, because there are a lot of one-way streets." so i did and thank god i did because otherwise i might have gotten lost.

    coming home i had to get on 80, which involved staying to the right, then staying to the left, then staying to the right. i almost hit a sports car that whizzed past me and i guess i cut off an suv, because the driver honked his/her face off at me. it's not my fault the signs are so bloody confusing!

    so i got home a little while ago and i haven't even started to think about eating yet. i grabbed a bunch of laundry and went to the laundry room and saw that someone in apartment 116 had put a note on two of the washers. one said that it wasn't rinsing and the other said that they had put in money and nothing had happened, please refund the money to the apartment. another two of the six washers were unplugged/not working. so i put one load in one of the free ones, and the other working one had someone's clothes still in it. i didn't want to touch their clothes, so i put my clothes in the washer that supposedly doesn't rinse, since i've never had a problem with it. worse comes to worse i'll ring it out by hand or wash it again. shrug.

    i guess that's what i get for waiting until the last possible second to do laundry. anyway. time to go see if it washed at all.

    (title borrowed from the song "Airstream Driver," by Gomez.)

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