Smelly
There was an argument in class over something that I don't feel like getting into right now. To make it brief, let's just say that we have a really dim bulb in our class who insists on talking the most and makes everyone else just cringe and stare at the floor because they feel too embarrassed at the situation. I understand if your opinions aren't with the majority. That's fine with me. Everyone is entitled to believe in what they believe in, AS LONG as they aren't being intellectually immature about the situation and/or trying to impress with a certain degree of forcefullness those beliefs on other people. I've already said too much.
There were so many different smells throughout class, none of them pleasing to my senses. First it was onions, then BO, then rubber, then something like burnt bread. I don't know, but it got me thinking about certain scents. Like, Suave Coconut Shampoo will literall take me to tenth grade band camp, Sarah Curry, Nine Inch Nails "Closer" playing and annoying me non-stop, Franz Kafka, BushKid, Traverse City, Nancy Ebert, "Eat Your Pudding, Dammit!," Fiddler on the Roof, sandy shoes, the lake, snakes trying to eat me, Mozart clarinet concertos, and fainting. CirtiShine Shampoo and/or the smell of regular Coke will remind me of London (the first time around) and Screwdrivers (oh lordy, haven't touched one since!), that hot piece of British ass with the dark hair, drunk with my professors and singing in a moonlit meadow by the tree where Elizabeth I was told she was going to be Elizabeth I The Queen, the tube and all of those damned IRA threats, "men are boobs!," and who can forget those Russian boys on the eigth floor always willing to supply plenty of Vodka for silly American girls? Freesia and or Raspberry smelling lotion will remind me of my sophmore year in college, trying to hide the smoke from Dread Pirate, cheap rum in Felicity's room, Raz and that god awful disaster, KKK snowmen, Martha Stewart, "There's always room for Lar!," Civil War history & horizontal refreshments, sex dreams about Dr. Rosentrater on his desk in the history department. Libraries, and the smell of a library smelling book, inevitably remind me of working at the library (I bet you never would have guessed this one!), portable mug o' wine, "you have too much change in your country," early morning, CATA and the Racist Bastard, shelving carts, solace on a football afternoon, sex on the floor near Russian Math Journals (that's my favorite).
There are bad smells too. The crisp scent of mums reminds me of September 21, 2002, shopping for creamation clothes in Meijer, and the one funeral I ever attended in my life.
There were so many different smells throughout class, none of them pleasing to my senses. First it was onions, then BO, then rubber, then something like burnt bread. I don't know, but it got me thinking about certain scents. Like, Suave Coconut Shampoo will literall take me to tenth grade band camp, Sarah Curry, Nine Inch Nails "Closer" playing and annoying me non-stop, Franz Kafka, BushKid, Traverse City, Nancy Ebert, "Eat Your Pudding, Dammit!," Fiddler on the Roof, sandy shoes, the lake, snakes trying to eat me, Mozart clarinet concertos, and fainting. CirtiShine Shampoo and/or the smell of regular Coke will remind me of London (the first time around) and Screwdrivers (oh lordy, haven't touched one since!), that hot piece of British ass with the dark hair, drunk with my professors and singing in a moonlit meadow by the tree where Elizabeth I was told she was going to be Elizabeth I The Queen, the tube and all of those damned IRA threats, "men are boobs!," and who can forget those Russian boys on the eigth floor always willing to supply plenty of Vodka for silly American girls? Freesia and or Raspberry smelling lotion will remind me of my sophmore year in college, trying to hide the smoke from Dread Pirate, cheap rum in Felicity's room, Raz and that god awful disaster, KKK snowmen, Martha Stewart, "There's always room for Lar!," Civil War history & horizontal refreshments, sex dreams about Dr. Rosentrater on his desk in the history department. Libraries, and the smell of a library smelling book, inevitably remind me of working at the library (I bet you never would have guessed this one!), portable mug o' wine, "you have too much change in your country," early morning, CATA and the Racist Bastard, shelving carts, solace on a football afternoon, sex on the floor near Russian Math Journals (that's my favorite).
There are bad smells too. The crisp scent of mums reminds me of September 21, 2002, shopping for creamation clothes in Meijer, and the one funeral I ever attended in my life.