islanded in a stream of stars

It's been an odd night.

Sophia, Danielle, and I laid down on the stone benches outside of the science center and sprawled ourselves out on them. It's surprisingly comfortable at night, as if you're laying on top of an air conditioning vent except that the air currents are blowing on your face instead of your back. I have to do that again sometime when it's this hot, and it's been pretty Hawaii-like lately except without the pretty flora.

There was a small invasion of barbarians, or guys from Weld, in the laundry room as Danielle and I got our clothes out of the dryers at around 11:30. Unfortunately whenever I was about to fold my underwear, some guy just HAD to walk over and dump his wet laundry into the dryers next to mine. Right. And then there was this one guy, Roger, who was having problems cleaning out the lint filter, so I took pity on him and showed him how to do it the most quickly. After everyone had dumped his stuff in a washer and/or dryer, I went around cleaning all of the lint filters of the dryers that weren't being used. For some reason I find it strangely soothing.

Despite the morning rain it's been swelteringly humid all day; having two fans on in our common room hasn't helped much. At around 11:45 tonight Danielle and I just couldn't take it any longer, so we changed into our bathing suits and stood under the cold water in the showers. Of course, we just had to meet three dormmates along the way who probably thought we were crazy. One girl I've never seen before from upstairs probably thinks everyone on our floor is just as insane. I'd definitely do it again, though, and probably will.

Afterwards Danielle and I went back to our room wrapped in towels. She tried washing an apple by draining out her hair on the window seat, but eventually gave up and poured on water from the freezer to clean it. Naturally, random people from the dorm across from ours, Straus, started wandering around outside/looked out of windows. One guy did a double take as I probably looked like I was naked wearing my towel; the straps of my bathing suit were hidden under my hair. We couldn't stop laughing at each other for a good fifteen minutes.

And among other things:
I have officially played 5,723 games of Spider Solitaire and have a 77% winning rate. That's pretty pathetic.