Second week of school

It's Week 2 and nothing has really started. The only class i attended last week were my Spanish classes. I decided to use the "It's only the first week of school!" excuse to skip classes and be tardy.

Knowing the shallow superficial self-conscious bitch that i am, i always end up taking an hour/ hour and a half to get ready for school. The perennial question would be what to wear to school. This question will of course be subjected to a variety of factors like: What time am i leaving the apartment for school? If i'm leaving in the a.m but before 11, i'll wear something long sleeved because then i wouldn't have to lose a third of my body weight in sweat when i walk across the Botanic Gardens to reach school.

Other factors include: Do i have training that day? Because if that is answered in the affirmative, i'll have to carry a bigger bag because i would have to bring my running shoes, a change of clothes, towels, sport stuff.. etc. And i would have to stuff that in my training bag which is dark blue. So whatever i would be wearing would have to match with dark blue. I'd usually opt for a sporty casual look on these days. And because denim is oh-so-easy to match, i can be more liberal with what i want to match my denims with.

A digression: I asked the maid that usually swings by our apartment to clean up for $10 an hour to come by on SUnday morning to iron some of my clothes. I thought that she'd take an hour or so to iron about 25 pieces of clothing and that would be less of a hassle than piling of it into the car and driving home to let my maid, who works for peanuts, to iron. I was not at the apartment when she came over and i had left instructions for one of my flatmates to call when she's done with the ironing. The maid was supposed to have reched my apartment at 10am. I received a call at 3pm.

B: Hey, the maid came in at 1030 and she just left.
me: (looking at watch) Oh, did you guys get her to do other stuff?
B: Yeah, we made her clean the living room, kitchen and bathroom.
me: oh, ok. so how long did she take to iron my clothes?
B: Erm.. she took 4 hours.
me: WHAT! 4 freaking hours to iron my shirts??
B: It was 25 pieces ya..
me: Still, i thought it would take an hour or so!
B: Apparently you have never tried your hand at ironing..
me: What has that got to do with anything??
B: Well, then you'd know..
me: *swears*
B: Oh yah...
me: WHat?
B: The ironing board broke.
me: What do you mean it broke?
B: As in the plank, the wooden plank, its broken in two.
me: You've got to be fucking me.
B: Apparently you have never tried your hand at ironing...