Oh dear, what can I do?

All right, I'll admit it: I wear clothes. Inevitably, those clothes get dirty. Ordinarily, it's simple to wash them, dry them, and go on your way. But things aren't very ordinary right now. I've been in college for a few weeks, and after taking my laundry back home to be washed, I came to the realization that I'd eventually have to do it myself. The realization came on Saturday when a simple squeeze of a ketchup packet went awry. It went awry on my pants.

After leaving detergent to soak on the stain for a few days, I finally had some time to do some laundry today. I wouldn't have even known where my dorm's laundry room was if I hadn't passed it while exiting the building when the fire alarm went off. When I got there with my laundry, some detergent, and my homework, I realized that I needed quarters. So I had to go all the way back to the dorm for quarters. I left my keys in there, so when I got back to the laundry room, I couldn't open the door. So I had to go back to my room with all my stuff again. The third time was the charm.

The washers and dryers were pretty simple to use, so that was good. The atmosphere was pretty conducive to doing homework (even though I'm apparently one of the slowest homework-doers in the world). And the ketchup stain on my shorts went away completely. I couldn't even identify the pair of shorts that had been stained. (I wear jean shorts all the time. I have hundreds or thousands of pairs.) Holy stain-fighting action, Batman! This laundry detergent stuff really works. And that's why I think doing laundry will be a (mostly) pleasant experience in the future.

Apparently, someone recently noted how nice it is that I never seem to be lonely. I'm an introvert by nature. I like people, but in smaller doses. I like being alone sometimes. I'm not always lonely when I'm alone, and I'm not always alone when I'm lonely. I've been feeling somewhat lonely in spite of having people to hang out with. I can be with someone, but it's not the same as being with someone. I'm in need of a special kind of company, the kind that... oh, I know what you're thinking. Jordon tried to talk to a girl -- again -- and she didn't give him the time of day -- again! If that was your guess, you're correct.

Okay, I'll be the first to admit that I'm not a good looking guy. The face is "eh" at best. No muscles or anything. Lousy sideburns too. (Do the ladies even dig those?) But what do I give off besides being terribly physically unattractive? Or is it just my luck that every girl I want to get to know better is preoccupied with some other guy? What the hell?

Darn it, the Beatles, you've said it for me again. And with that, I'd like to turn our attention to Thoughts of a crazy RedHead, a blog that consists of the thoughts of a 20-something woman in New York City. I've been reading it for a while because it's interesting to climb into the mind of an average (?) woman, and that's exactly what blogs allow for. What's also interesting about this blog is that I'm on "Red"'s blogroll. That's how I found out about her blog, in fact. I wonder why she finds my blog interesting when her blogroll is otherwise populated with names like "Charming but Single," "Persona of a Princess," "New York Moments," "Tired of Men," and "Bridget Jones Has Nothing On Me." If I had to guess, I'd say that she probably feels the same way about me: that it's interesting to see the way a high-schooler-turned-college-student-type-guy thinks. I've tried e-mailing her, but I've gotten no response. Maybe, if she reads this, she can leave a comment here.

Take that: Errors in the Encyclopædia Britannica that have been corrected in Wikipedia.