Please Don't Touch My Panties.

Well, it's official guys and gals. My first semester is O-V-E-R! It's so easy to just dismiss the past six months like they never happened. Even though they'll come back to haunt (or delight) me in a week or two when grades are in. How ever things turn out, I'm just happy to be able to say that I'm DONE.

Sucky part is, I'm still here at school. All of my friends are long gone because their last finals were on Wednesday. I walked into my hallway just now and I swear I saw tumbleweeds. I'm the very last person to leave my floor. Either that, or I'm the only loser in my dorm on the last day of school. Whatever the case, it's both cool and creepy at the same time. I'm shocked I don't have a case of the alonesies.

::Leaves to turn on radio in the community bathroom::

So, here I am. And sooooo, ready to go. I've gotta tell this story about something that happened last night. I was tempted to skip the studying and immediately blog about it, but I knew that wouldn't be the wisest thing to do.

Okay, so last night I did some much needed laundry. I've let it pile up for the past few weeks and, since I didn't feel like dragging a bunch of dirty clothes home, I decided to just do it before I packed. So, I put on two loads and went to the computer lab to do some studying while I waited. Around this time of year, when the the laundry room gets severely packed, people start getting ignorant and impatient. It's not uncommon for people to remove someone elses clothes from a washer or dryer to put their own in. I set my timer for 30 minutes because I've heard horror stories about this happening. I didn't want it to happen to me, so after exactly 30 minutes I came back to the laundry room and put my clothes in the dryer for an hour. Set my timer once again, and went back to the computer lab.

After an exactly an hour was up, I head back to the laundry room. But when I get there, I see that one of my dryers has a bunch of jeans tumbling in it. How could that be, when I was using that one to dry all of my delicates? And then, there they were. All of my panties, socks, and bras, piled on top of a rusty ass ironing board. Needless to say, I freaked. I rushed over to my pile of undies ready to grab it up when....OH HELLLLLLL NAW!!! My shit is soaking wet!

What this means is some chick took my clothes out of my dryer in MID cycle! That's even worse than taking my stuff out after it was done. If that ain't triflin', I don't know what is. That's some clear people shit right there.

I had the mind to open the dryer and let her time run out, take her clothes out and pour bleach on them, hide her shit, or throw it away. But I did none of the above. I gathered up my wet panties and sullenly went back to my room.

I called my sister and told her all about it, because I was too heated. She asked me why I didn't do anything to her stuff and I was like "Duh! Two wrongs don't make a right. I don't need that coming back on me."...But I was ooohhhh soooo tempted to. God, you have no idea.

Then she tells me to at least confront the chick and I agreed to. So, I head back down to the laundry room, clothes in hand (because I did intend on drying them). I posted myself at the homework table and proceeded to study while I waited for this chick's clothes to finish.

Her timer hits zero. I look around. No chick in sight. I wait a few minutes longer. Nobody. Then I look around for an empty dryer to put my stuff in. All still going. I figured, what the hell. I'm justified in this case. I take her clothes out, set them on top of the rusty ironing board, and put my stuff back in. I guess I was in a fighting mood because if she did happen to come in at the moment of exchange, and tried to come at me about moving her clothes, I was too ready. But I never got the chance. A whole hour went by and this chick never showed. Disappointed at the missed opportunity to fight this broad in the face, I took my clothes out and put hers back in.

What gets me is the fact that this heffa was so thirsty to dry her clothes that she took mine out BEFORE the cycle was even finished. But then she's more than an hour late to get her own clothes? Ugh! I tell you about ass triflin' people...I just know she was clear.

Maybe I was being spared or something. Maybe if she did come down there while my stuff was in the dryer, an old fashion cat fight would've ensued. Maybe I should be thankful.

Whatever the case may be, I know there's a moral in here somewhere. Not quite sure what it is. But what I do know is, I'm missing a pair of my favorite panties....Bitch.