Hand driers.

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Since no one reads this anymore, I am just going to choose to never update and when I do update, I will probably post really pointless things hehhhhh. I was just thinking. I really HATE washing my hands in bathrooms with hand driers. I mean, I still do wash my hands because public bathrooms are gross and I need to wash my hands as much as possible. But really, those things are impossible. This is what goes through my head as I walk into a bathroom:

1. I have to pee.
2. Crap, there's a hand dryer.
3. Now I have to dread drying my hands the whole time that I'm going to the bathroom.
4. Should I wash my hands?
5. Yes, I need to wash my hands because I'm not gross.
6. Ughh my hands are really wet, maybe I'll try to use a little less soap and water so they don't take as long to dry.
7. Okay, I'll try to shake my hands as much as physically possible to dry them quickly.
--This is usually the point where I decide one of the following options:
A. Stay under the dryer for one second and then decide to wipe my hands on my pants, probably making them dirtier than before.
B. Challenge the hand dryer. I think to myself-My hands will DEFINITELY not be dry by the time this hand dryer turns off. I keep thinking this, but as I continue rubbing my hands together they get drier and drier. Needless to say, the dryer beats me every time.

So that is my everyday struggle with hand driers. Now, looking back at that passage I can't decide how to spell dryer (drier) as in they are more dry and the actual thing itself-dryer (drier)? Now I'm just confused, therefore making my hate for those things much greater. Because I love spelling.

No Posty-Post today, sowwy. But I will give you a Friday Night Haiku:

Albert is the best
Photoshoots with a hipster
Krumping to GaGa.

LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE TO ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
EoooooooMooooooooMooooooooooAooooooooo

It's gonna be a happy new yeeeeear!

HAPPY 2011!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woohoo! New year, new resolutions? I'm not really sure what mine are, so I will take a minute to come up with a couple:

-Floss.
-Take vitamins.
-Update my blog more often.

Those are super lame. Since when am I an adult? Gross. But seriously, over winter break I have focused in on my inner adulthood. I could be caught watching the midday news, Swift Justice with Nancy Grace, Oprah, Sell This House, and Wheel of Fortune (although I've loved that show since the womb). Am I a 70 year old? Possibly.

Now that I'm retired and SUPER RICH, I'm going to make a list of all of the expensive things that I want:

*Keurig Coffee Maker--This is one of the greatest inventions ever. My roommate just got this for Christmas and I seriously am in love with it. It's so fast and simple....you can't even understand until you use it. So since I won't always be living with Jake, I need to get one for myself. Luckily I am rich and 70.

*Nook--I just want it. I like reading and it would be cool to have it all in one place, plus with a nook you can also read magazines, read all the books that barnes and noble has when you are there, and it has many other features. I want it.

*Highest thread-count sheets possible--just because they're comfy.

*IKEA furniture--any and all of it that they have.

*Hot tub--it would just be great.

*Art--expensive art, giant pieces of art covering my whole house.

Wow, my life is going to be expensive and great. I LOVE IT ALREADY. Whew, this post really took it all out of me, so I think I'll go nap. Only a few more days until we are back to classes, not much more time for naps. LOVES YOU ALLLLLLLLL.

--EMONAAAAAY