Smells...

Nothing is more attractive than a good smelling man.
I don't understand how some people can smell so bad and not realize it.
I wish I could pass out deodorant or pamphlets on the importance of hygiene,
but that probably wouldn't be taken well.

Frustrated...

I don't get frustrated very easily.
But when I do get frustrated,
it's usually because of something I have done.
I think I get frustrated at myself more so than anyone else.
I have this huge paper to write in two days,
but I am so side tracked.
I cleaned my room.
I rearranged my room.
I decorated my room.
I read a chapter in a stupid but funny book.
I did my laundry.
I went to a basketball game.
I went to a recital.
I played frisbee.
I fixed my friends hair.
I reminisced about happy memories.
I played piano.
I fixed my hair.
I put on make up.
I listened to music.
I sang music.
I watched Grey's Anatomy.
I studied for Spanish.
I vacuumed my room.
I wrote a couple songs in my head.
And so much more.
This is ridiculous.
I have two sentences so far.

Cheeks...

My friend Cheeks loves to smile and wave at people.
The problem is that her timing is all wrong.
She will try to wave and smile at people but they would have looked away or not even be looking at her at all.
This weekend,
she tried to smile and wave to this sweet old man sitting behind us.
He just stared in her general direction while she sat there smiling and waving.
It was hilarious.
Once she was in the cafeteria and a girl she didn't know very well said "Hey Cheeks!",
she was walking with a visiting student at the time.
Cheeks was so excited she waved her hand while she was holding her water bottle,
the lid wasn't secure so it flew off in the girl's direction.
She was quite embarrassed.

Smells...

I am a psychology major at a small college in the middle of nowhere.
This year I am taking my major major class in which I have to compose and complete an experiment.
My topic is odors and perception.
I love studying smells,
but I didn't realize quite how interesting they are.
Upon studying I found that everyone gives off a certain smell because of various hormones.
Everyone has a different smell.
Think of people who are from a different culture and they each have their own smell,
it is easier to decipher the smells of those from other countries.
Anyways,
I found that some people can wear certain perfumes that smell good on them while smelling horrid on other people.
This is why there can be so many perfumes and everyone likes to wear different ones.
I have a friend who has a certain smell of deodorant or shampoo that they use and I think they always smell great.
One day I smelled someone else wearing the same smell,
but on them it smelled too strong and too sweet,
it made me sick.
So strange how smells can change depending on the person.

T.J. Maxx...

Cheeks: "TJ Maxx is my favorite store!"
Me: "Maybe Rachel would want to go with me!"
Cheeks: "Oh...ok..."

Memories...

I have a really good memory.
I may not be able to remember when I am scheduled to work or how to conjugate the past imperfect for spanish verbs,
but I can remember anything insignificantly significant in my life.
Each article of clothing that I own has a memory associated with it.
I can remember the exactly how I met most of my best friends and my strange acquaintances at school.
I can remember what my friends smell like and what clothing they wear.
I can remember random events and happenings.
I can remember most phone numbers with multiple repeating digits.
I can remember all the people I've loved and the reasons I loved them.
I remember...

Sometimes...

Sometimes I like to say words that start with 's' with an 'sh'.
Sometimes I laugh at random thoughts or scenarios that go through my head.
Sometimes I try to walk without making any noise when I go to class.
Sometimes I try to write neatly (and then I mess up and write the rest in cursive).
Sometimes I don't wear shoes because it takes too long to put them on.
Sometimes I cry over stupid stuff and then make up excuses.
Sometimes I am too stubborn to see where I went wrong.
Sometimes I like to listen to 15 seconds of a song before switching it.
Sometimes I like to reminisce over the past.

I have a question...

The other day I went to a restaurant that was a little bit...greasy.
I was with a group of pals from my school and we sat at a table in the back.
When we sat down,
Foster asked if we had seen what was on the lady's plate behind him.
He said it was a chocolate looking sauce that was on all of her food.
My friend Ang and I walked to the restroom and back so we could see the strange sauce.
It was a thick brown sauce that looked disgusting.
When we sat back down we discussed the different possibilities to explain what was on her food.
We could not come up with a concrete explanation so Foster and I asked Ang to ask the waitress what it was.
So she leaned over the table and said "Excuse me can I ask you a question?"
She then said "Do you have any....special sauces?"
She said 'special sauces' in a whisper and the waitress asked "what?"
Ang repeated her question and Foster and I were laughing quite loudly at this point.
The waitress said "I don't know what you are talking about."
So Ang said "What does that lady have on her fries?" while pointing to the lady behind Foster.
The waitress said "Brown gravy."
I don't know what happened next because I had tears in my eyes and stopped paying attention.