Another Fun Rant

You would think being be yourself with out any family members sounds great, well my sister found out the hard way. Turns out being home is not so bad after all, I say this because I get meals cooked for me and I have laundry done for me. I would like to say that I am a fairly independent person and not a awful cook, so I was thinking that cooking wouldn't be a problem. First off, when I get home from work the first thing I want to do is cook, actually thats probably the exact opposite. So when this lovely person called Mom was around I have a fair decent meal most of the time. Except the 90% of the time when I either complain or its burnt, but either way I need this person back for cooking purposes. When I get off of work, I usually will make a sandwich to fill my hunger, but Im getting very sick of eating sandwiches to the point where Im done with it. So on my day off I decided to get wild, and try to make me some good old flap jacks. These things Im particularly good at yelling at my mom for. So I made the batter that came in the box, turned the stove on and put the skillet on high. At this point I realized I had no cooking spray, so I used butter because Im smart like that. Well anyways, I mentioned the stove was on high right, well I put the butter in the skillet and it instantly turned into a black cloud of smoke, before you knew it the air tasted like butter and I was venting the entire apartment out in fear that the fire alarms would go off. After a couple minutes clearing the room out, I put the batter in, ( stove still on high), I heard this sizzling noise, I managed to burn my batter within the first touch of the skillet. So I turned it down, made some more batter and cleaned my skillet off, and tried again. Second time was a success, oh wait it wasn't any better. So I made more batter, cleaned it off and turned it down, thinking I have it this time I poured it into the skillet. This time it burnt again, so I repeated my typical process and really turned it down. I pour my batter in and all was going well this time, one problem I forgot the butter, my pancake  was glued to the skillet. So I took it off the stove and scrapped it in the garbage and started fresh, with butter. After about two hours, a huge mess in the kitchen and 3/4 the box pancake batter gone, I had made my two pancakes. At this point I was so disgusted with the entire process I was no longer hungry for pancakes......
So, now its laundry day, typically in college I save my laundry so I can bring it home to this person called Mom. Well here in Disney Im stuck to do it by myself. It has a few direction on the machines outside my apartment I figured it couldn't be that bad. I go and put my two weeks worth of clothes in the washer and start to pour my soap in. Before I go any further, Im not that stupid, where I don't know not to split my clothes from whites and colors. Anyways I pour my soap in, then maybe I figured I have a large load, I'd best to pour more soap in. I turned the machine on and left. I check back to my machine 30 minutes later and there is a maintenance man cleaning my machine, I asked him what was wrong. He replied that someone put to much soap in and it was bubbling up out of the machine and he was cleaning the bubbles away. Before admitting to him that I was that idiot, I went into my room and  looked at my detergent, It says on the bottle that it can be used for 24 loads. No way in hell thats happening for me, after one load I had used half of the bottle..... OOOOPPPPSSS. I take my clothes out and they appear to be covered in this thick film of soap so I put them through another cycle, oh joy, just how I want to spend my day off. I take them out again, and there still extremely soapy. Enraged I threw them in the dryer and I guess now, I will A- either smell really good every day. B- get a rash from sweating soap. C- A combination of both and I will just end up dealing with it. As for now thats, all, but I've concluded its nice to have someone that will do these treacherous things for me in the future.