Twitch

I really have to stop staying up so late; much to my displeasure I noticed my left eye twitching uncontrollably today. Definately not a normal sign of a healthy sleep-awake cycle. Perhaps this is also due to my addiction to caffeine; Mt. dew keeps me alive at the union. And this goddamn tv doesn't give me any reason to sleep. DVR means anytime is a good time for family guy and the daily show, rome and entourage. And for those of us with the wonderful disease of ADHD, the books and the bed both lose to the siren song of the cathode ray tube...

troublesome

It's always an odd sensation when something reminds you of a part of the past you haven't though about in a while. Recent examples include seeing a dated photograph of yourself with another distinctive hairstyle (thanks to Lexi), having someone recall you from a freshman year class where you had another distinctive hairstyle (If you don't know the various stages of Alex's hair, perhaps you should make a visit to the refridgerator door of G9 for a few choice examples) and last but not least, having to request a goddamn transcript from Wilkes Community College for 6 credit hours (yes, just 6) that you took as a high school student at Alleghany High school. And when I say credit hours, I mean, taking a high school class, with a high school teacher, in a high school classroom, and at the start of the class, signing a WCC enrollment form. That's it. No lengthy registration, no long commute, nothing at all really to symbolize the college nature of these courses. Nothing, that is, except for them showing up on your Undergraduate Transcript from the slightly more important (in my educational career) institution of UNC-CH. So when I wished to apply to Law School, I sent this transcript to LSAC, furthering the $106 rackett they are running for the Law school data assembly service (required) for admisssion. Lo and Behold, those 6 lonely hours, representative of Mr. Taylor and his Calculus class in the corner room of Alleghany High (the one with the AC unit, quite the luxury) appear and create the apperance that I am attempting to conceal a portion (however small it may be) of my Undergraduate education. Ah, thank you so much for those credit hours. Now, a request must be sent from here at 706 Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd. in Chapel Hill, NC, all the way to Wilkes Community College in Wilkesboro (quite creative with names up there) NC. And then, we pray, because if they did not keep records of this alumnus, Alex Phipps's LSDAS application will be significantly derailed. But what treasured memories of higher education...I guess you can just call me a teary-eyed Cougar (evidently, they even have a mascot...who knew?)

puzzle solved

Thanks to the wisdom of those with much more clothing-related experience:

HannaUNC1 (9:53:24 AM): the purpose of the permanent press cycle on the dryer is to dry permanent press fabrics at the ideal temperature so that they do not wrinkle.
HannaUNC1 (9:53:59 AM): the point of a permanent press shirt, as opposed to a 100% cotton one, is that the latter will wrinkle and the former will come out of the permanent press cycle all nice and fluffy and unwrinkled without you having to lift an iron
HannaUNC1 (9:54:18 AM): the same principle works for fabrics that are part synthetic
HannaUNC1 (9:54:56 AM): but you are accurate in saying that you should be careful what you put in there, because it is a hot enough dryer cycle that it can shrink jeans, for example, and lord knows jeans aren't long enough already.
HannaUNC1 (9:55:11 AM): things you don't want to shrink, you should wash in cold water and dry on "delicate"

puzzled

All I asked was one thing, and of my many friends, none could come up with a suitable answer, or even really a suggestion, as to what exactly would Permanent Press be appropriate for. According to Chris, it was the setting on the dryer that got "really really hot" so he used it for towels and sheets, things he didn't care about shrinking (what if you shrank sheets down to like, twin sized from full sized??). Others fielded answers as varied as "its for delicates" and "it is only for clothes you WEAR, everything else goes in regular." How can it be that a cycle exsists on the Dryer, has been there since who knows when, and yet, not one of the people I know understands what the hell it really does? Searching on google determined that Permenant Press was:

"A permanent press is a fabric that has been chemically processed with methanol to resist wrinkles and hold its shape. Treating fabric with the simplest form of alcohol (methanol) has a lasting effect on the fabric."

And so, we learn that alcohol is involved, perhaps guiding us closer to the root cause of this apparently useless laundry cycle. How is it that I know if my clothes have been treated with methanol? Why would I want that? Is this like the Dockers stain defenders pants? Because seriously, if they are stain defensive, why is it that they need a special cycle at all? And why would anyone want to dry something with alcohol on it at an even higher temperature (if chris's hypothesis was correct) than good old 100% Algodon? I really want some answers here people, because this is not acceptable. Meanwhile, I am making sure that I never, ever put anything on this cycle; who knows what might come out?

Matt Baker, Touchdown Maker (!?!)

So it turns out, the boy can play. Not that he was a perfect player, but it works for what we need; perhaps this year won't be the apocolypse that all have feared. Plus, who would have thought that matt baker would actually run a touchdown in??

Money?

Is money really worth this bullshit that I'm doing for it? I ask this in light of the fact that I have to be up at 8am, in order to be at work at 9am for work all day tommorow. Tommorow is labor day, the universal day to honor us of the laboring professions (actually, Mayday is the universal day of labor, but since we are all so scared of socialism, we need our own seperate holiday to let the masses drink beer and get sunburnt at the beach while spending plenty of money at walmart and mcdonalds and paying 3.50 a gallon for gas). Plus I just listened to this song about harlan county, which is a fucked up place, but it makes me reflect on how bullshit some jobs are (Harlan county = Kentucky coal mines; take a class on it sometime bitches). My sister came up today, so I got the joy of experiencing Pottery Barn; what a damn place that is. First off, I was expecting pottery, like maybe some bowls and pots and mugs and shit maybe. But no, theres like leather furniture and tables and shit, and barstools, and all types of things that do not immediately suggest pottery to me. Further complicating things is the confusion over what is actually for sale, and what you can take off the displays, and what should be left alone and asked for from one of the "Associates". I understand it is the yuppie home furnishing mecca, but to me, it did not suggest comfortable home living. On the other hand, those motherfuckers at P.F. Changs have the Chinese food on lockdown. Diet coke and Chang's Chicken, you can't fuck with that shit. You can't fuck with 3.22 a gallon for gas either; actually, 3.22 a gallon gladly and enthusiastically fucks you.

Goldmine

I have struck the goldmine; my music 44 class has an online database of like a million songs. The best part of all is they are all COUNTRY. Haha yes, some old school, some new, but a damnload of it all. So tonight I wasted almost 2 hours that I was supposed to be spending listening to like 3 songs browsing the whole collection. I think maybe it's the coolest school related thing that I've ever experienced (with the exception of the nextel radios from work, but that's not quite school related). Let's be real, you don't get free access to that many songs all that often, legally, and get a grade for listening to them. The real question is how can I figure out a way to steal them all? Probably going to be a tough nut to crack, but I'm on it.