I can't say that I'm bored right now, because I am keeping very busy despite the crummy weather. But there's nothing very interesting going on, is all... so not much to write about. In the meanwhile, I thought I'd just start throwing out some random memories as they come to mind. I have this habit of suddenly remembering not-so-significant bits of my life at odd times. It kind of feels like television. And then I say to myself, 'huh', because it's not all that interesting. So while I was getting ready for work this morning...
My freshman-year roommate kept a giant calendar spread out across her desk. She used it to write down every detail of her outfit - every day, in each big square. I noticed, but said nothing. Who was I to judge?
At the end of our orientation week we were sitting in the room of her new pal. The pal was writing some things down in a notebook with a bunch of markers. She would switch colors every few seconds. My roommate took a peek, and happily asked, "you write down what you wear, too?". Sure enough. I asked if they were joking, and they just stared. "How else can you keep track of your outfits, so you don't wear the same thing?", they wondered. And they were close after that, as I found myself with less and less to talk about with either of them. If flannel pajamas could keep me warm enough in the computer lab, why should anyone care if I wore the same pair every day?
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I actually knew a girl in the dorms in college who also kept a clothing calendar, except that rather than writing down what she had worn each day, she wrote down what she would wear each day. She planned out her outfits a month in advance. She said that not only did it stop her from accidentally repeating outfits, but it also saved her a lot of time in the morning.
Your college roommate was clearly playing in the amateur leagues.
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