I did my laundry with Alyssa last night. She returned from Rush in this adorable purple dress with a pearl necklace and matching earrings. I looked like a hobo (albeit a fashionable one—the jeans were well tailored), but I didn’t mind. I like comfy, hobo-esque clothes—they keep you warm.

“I want to look like one of those 50s housewives—” said Alyssa “—the ones who do laundry in their dresses. Would you mind taking a picture of me?”

“Not at all,” I said. She posed with the laundry detergent. I took the picture with her camera. “It looks cute.”

“Let me see.”

I showed her the picture.

“That is cute.”

We talked about hometowns and her friends until the laundry finished. She told me how she and her friends compared themselves to the characters of Sex and the City.

“That’s interesting,” I said. “Most people compare themselves to the Disney Princesses where I come from.”

“We do that too, but I’m Charlotte. She’s the conservative, traditional one.”

I saw it, I guess, but I still preferred Alyssa to Charlotte.

“You know, I haven’t had any superficial conversations with you,” she said.

“I don’t really like them.”

She hid her face behind her elbow and spoke.

“Hey, there’s an echo. Do you hear the echo?”

“I hear the echo.”

“I guess we just had a superficial conversation.” She laughed.

The laundry finished and we carried it downstairs.

When I reached my room, I looked at the clock—1:00am—and crashed.

I woke to NPR. I had slept for six hours.

Because Zach requested mention in my posts, here’s his cameo:

Zach spoke with me before I left for today’s class. I asked him to water my plants while I was away for Labor Day weekend.

“Do I have to play Mozart for them?” he asked.

“Yes.”

(Mozart’s “Eine Klein Nachtmusik” boosts problem-solving ability by 15% for fifteen minutes. It also enhances plant growth. It’s also catchy.)

“Okay…”

(Zach doesn’t like “Eine Klein Nachtmusik”. He finds it “crappy”.)

I left for lecture, where I watched slides about petrified poop and decapitated birds. Then I went to discussion, where I learned about mud bricks.

I ran home after class and spoke with Zach’s roommate, Jimmy/James, an organic food lover. He offered me an organic Oreo, which I ate.

“Zach’s supposed to water my plants. Can you give him my key?”

“Yeah.”

I handed him my key.

“Use this wisely.”

I ran to the IMU and caught my bus. I took a three-hour nap on the way home.

I am tired.

PS: I drew a picture of my friend, Amanda, which I’ll post in the next update with another drawing. I don’t have it with me right now. Sorry for the wait. :<