Laundry Challenge

So It's December 5th and if you are anything like me your clothes have been piling up in the closet since Thanksgiving break ended. But I have a challenge for myself. I'm making it to Christmas.
Not only is it a huge pain in the ass to care my 20 pound basket of beer soaked jeans and skanky shirts down the hall, only to find some asshole's spongebob boxers and track jackets have been growing mold in the washer for three days; forcing me to drag my self back into my room with the heavy stinky clothes. I forgot to get a stack of quarters from mom while I was packing away progressive microwavible soups into my backpack. Without a change machine on my floor I'm pretty much screwed.
Here is where I need your help. I can survive on one pair jeans and a bottle of frebeeze for another month, no problem. I can even go commando a few days when I find my belt (damn lowriders). T-shirts can be worn inside out, remember I still have the frebreeze. But I am going to need help on the socks.
I refuse, absolutely refuse, to wear week old socks. So any donations to my cause would be apriciated. Just send those yellow ankle socks, or tights over this way before you get all christan and go to Goodwill. I'll be forever in debt.
It's either this or start explaining to your potential significant others that the stinky bag lady you are seen around campus with is "actually my friend Theresa"
Please donate, because alone I can do little; but together we can do so much.
I believe that was Helen Keller.
Good advice my friends.

-The Freeloading Theresa Scott

I need my vitamin C, not the pop star.

I've been feeling like such crap lately. I live around Ramen and peanut butter on cherish this makes me moody and pretty unpleasant. I need to take some vitamins. Forgetting to take those vitamins when you live off of boxes of pressured and salt is not a good thing. If you don't trust me,I'm sure the first toilet of Mac north would tell you. (eww).
Two more weeks and I can live at home and eat my mom's Marilyn Fried Chicken in my room while my dad is passed out on the lazy boy in the basement. Promising. Promising.
I do have amber and jess to buy me some master though, so thank them for me. Otherwise, I'd never go to class and they'd have to plug a TV into the handicapped stall for me.