A funny thing happened to me today...

First, some background: I got my first Hokie Passport at Orientation like everyone else. I lost it on the third day of class and never saw it again.

So I got a replacement. Today, as I was walking down Main Street, I noticed it was missing. After combing up and down Main Street, questioning police on the scene, braving the tsunami of middle school children coming out of the Lyric, and so on, I gave up. So I got money and proceeded to the Hokie Passport office to get a new one. When I got there, they said that my passport had been turned in. At first, I thought someone had found it on Main Street and returned it. This was wrong, for my old one was turned in.

And so, after six months, I am reunited with my old Hokie Passport. Funny how things work out.

Nan desu ka?

Congratulations! You're a kitsune baby!!! Wily,
cunning, seductive, vampiric, femenine, and
possibly gay (yay!)... There are a thousand
adjectives we could use to describe this
sexy/furry critter. Kitsune are some of the
more powerful spirits out there, and you're one
of 'em! (At least figuratively). These
shapeshifting spirits love to cast illusions on
weary humans and love seducing those big burly
samurai and emperors into doing whatever it is
they want. Go you!

What Japanese Creature are you?
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Laundry.

Just got done with my laundry. And the following occurs to me: in the laundry room, there are the same number of washers and dryers. Theoretically, this means a dryer for every washer. In practice, dryers break down, and people don't do their laundry at the same time. Also, a washer cycle is 30 minutes and a dryer cycle is 60 minutes. And few people get their laundry out of the dryer right after it goes off. What this led to is this: I spent 20 minutes after the last washer load went off waiting for someone to free the dryer. And that annoyed me.

By the by, is anyone reading this? The void of comments is starting to worry me. I know you all have more important things to do than to read my verbal diarrhea every day, but I feel like I'm talking to a wall here...