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Miss Unidentified is a normal girl in a normal world. But normal is only a relative word.
Some parts of her stories are mundane- some parts are insane. She usually just rambles but some times you can relate to her.

She's headed to Europe. Promised a bright future and a perfect place for romance- but she conjures impossible disasters whenever the chance presents itsself. The why and the how unfold in a series of flashbacks and foresights.Join on the journey as she disasters her way to success.

(Warning: explicity ungrammar_ly content lower all( I mean All) literature standards you got and treat it as something you stumbled in to your fourteen year old little sister's room)

The Adventures of Miss Unidentified

Ahh. Mild weather...damp and cool, but not chilly. The birds are singing, those that are not singing are making some noise.


Because I woke up at 6 am...decided to do laundary at 7 am...because well...why the hell not?


To tell the truth I feel like I'm some how sub conciously trying avoid writing the next literature review, (and I really really got to get started on it...if I don't wanna fail_ and it holds 40 percent of the total score now-yes this is the part where you say 'oh shit' and agree with me that this really is a tale of disaster)...


And so like a really hard working servant from the 16th century or Something. ...going and fetching water and washing clothes so early in the morning. 


It's a seven minutes walk from the dorm to the laundry....and 38 minutes of washing followed by 50 minutes of drying.  But you have to manually put the clothes in the dryer yourself.


I thought that I could burn a few calories by walking to and fro the launderette....a total of 4 journeys. 


I thought I would have some 20 minutes of pure focus in between...which was also. ..not so smart- but was okay really.


I made the best of the first two and fro by enjoying the weather and quiet scenery of the morning. Made the best of the first 20 minutes by having a video call with my parents and having breakfast...Then I returned to put the clothes in the dryer...and there were so many people waiting for bus ...it was kinda embarassing to go to the laundry when people are going to class at 8 am. ..uk. ..


Didn't want people to find out how messed up I actually am. ...but then I wasn't gonna stand behind them like a creep either. ..the bus was not coming anytime soon.


So I finally mustered the courage and a go in and 'go ahed  judge me' attitude and then. ...found out that I did NOT bring the coins needed for the washing!


I pouted at the camera in the corner,  my weekly companion of launderette.. sighed and blamed well. ...noone really.


Then I sighed again thinking of how if I comeback again and the people at the station are still there, they would think of me a creep AND  a weirdo.


...Then since they must have already judged me the first time...I walked out. ..greeted the boy i ignored the first time,  went home...and came back with the coins and my laptop...then sat there,  opened my pc and chatted with a classmate the rest of the time.


And that my friends, is how you waste a perfectly fine morning.


now it's Friday and I have found another way to waste another perfectly fine morning. ..


by waiting for the next bus. .because I missed the first bus over well. ...nothing.


I tied and and untied my hair for some 20 minutes. ...and I'm just as plain okay looking as I was when I was born.


don't go to the launderette at 7 in the morning. ...okay ?


Chapter 34: How to waste a perfectly fine morning