My apartment has joined all new levels of not-awesome - the washer has decided to die as well, swallowing three bucks of mine to confirm its deadness. I shall have to try to pick the lock later to retrieve said coinage -- in the meantime, I had another one of those "firsts" in life - washing clothes by hand (they were already covered with detergent, so there wasn't much of another option). Combined with the wallfan-based drying, I'm in the high-tech stone ages.
To continue with more dirty laundry in the air right now, I'm bothered by a recent relevation, a la LJ, that a CMU local, Alisa, apparently both hates me and thinks she's told me that she doesn't want me to talk to her several times over the time I've known her. This is both a surprise because I have a mild (friend-type) like for her and because I think her claim is unfair. It is probably based on her frequent saying of "I hate you", although she uses this as a stock phrase whenever anyone uses humour around her, and has mixed in the normal friendlier types of conversation in as well. I am tempted to ask her what's up, but one of the things I've learned over the years is when someone makes it clear they don't want to talk to one, it's better to simply back off. It's not always fair, and it can be frustrating to let them get the first and last word between us, but so it goes.
Of course, a certain someone who has a major dislike for me took the chance to chime in that he finds me ignorant (about what?), intolerant, yaddayadda. I disregard this as emotional flailing based on my refusal to take definitional/political stances he needs to feel comfortable. I don't actually dislike either of them, although I'm used to being more disliked than disliking. There are only a few CMUish people I've actually come to dislike..
Meh. Social interaction can still be kind of tiring sometimes.