Laundry Day

I just threw on my boyfriend's oversized wool sweater, fresh out of the dryer, and it was the perfect clothing choice for this time of the day.
Doing laundry is one of the things at college that serves as a reminder of the fact that we share almost everything here. Bedrooms, bathrooms, kitchens (in most cases), washing machines and dryers. The majority of these things don't ever phase me, but in my fifth year of college and fourth year of living on campus, I've begun to become frustrated with the quality of living I have lately experienced. This is one of the reasons I look forward to getting out of undergrad life.
I haven't had a decent room-mate since Colleen left. Of course she is difficult, near impossible, to compete with as she was and is one of my best friends and the best person I've lived with hands down - but...no one has even come close. Last year I shared my single room and bathroom with a stout South Korean girl who had an unusual obsession with cats, meowed, never left the room, and touched herself while I was less than five feet away. But you know what? I'd take her back in a second because she was harmless. I currently share my space with a petite Indian girl with a sickening pot habit, inability to go to sleep before 4am and who can't seem to keep her side of the room clean no matter what. Oh, and did I mention that her boyfriend has essentially become my third room-mate? He's a hundred times worse.
I vent this here because in reality, I have somehow developed incredible patience towards all of this disorganization and with a mere 4 weeks left in the semester and my time here, I just don't really care about it anymore.

Lots to do today - time to get a move on.