strange quirks of college life

1.Phantom Sock: Some people lose socks in common laundries. I've even lost one myself since I've been here. But the overwhelming sock-factor in my college laundry experience is the phantom sock. This sock is black. This sock is not mine. But no matter what I do, it ends up in my washing at least once a fortnight. I fish it out and put it on the "unloved underwear" shelf, but it finds its way back into my laundry pile. Sometimes it makes it all the way to my sock basket, from whence i'll fish it out some days later and return it to the laundry, where the whole cycle begins again.

I complained to my neighbours about this sock. So what does Reena do? On seeing me leave the laundry, with my washing going round and round in the mashine, she goes over to the Unloved Undie Shelf and finds a sock. A sock which is not black, but is nevertheless not mine. So that night, when I'm sorting my washing, looking for the phantom sock, there's a different phantom sock in there.
The distress this causes me cannot be underestimated.

2. Mismatched documents: when printing from Grizzly Bear, the student printer, it often happens that along with your assigment you'll pick up bits and pieces of other people's printing.
Quote of the day from something I picked up along with my assignment on medieval liturgy:
He said there were other places he'd rather be than in my vagina.

My vagina was saddened by this news.

That really says it all, doesn't it?

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In a Radar article on Sydney's best graffiti, I am struck by this:


* "Jesus Saves", followed by "But Moses Invests" - in chalk on the toilet blackboard at Vargabar, Newtown.

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Crossed lines gem for today:

Man to large woman: “When’s it due?”
Woman (huffily): “I’m not pregnant.”
Man: “I was asking about the train.”
— Misunderstanding at Bondi Junction station, August 9 (from Moya).