Chemistry
What started as an experiment has now transformed into a goal. After 19 years of condemning the smoking of cigarettes, (as well as the consumption of other tobacco products), I've come to the conclusion that "Hey! I've never even tried them yet. One must experience something to even begin to truly understand it, after all. On many occasions, while chastising a routine smoker, they would usually reply with something along the lines of "It helps me relax/stay calm." followed with "Hey! Do you know how hard it is to quit?!"
I was curious as to how "difficult" quitting could be. Thus, my experiment began. My hope was to oust one pack a week for one complete month. I didn't know whether this amount was sufficient to allow myself to become at least slightly dependent on them. However, after the first "drag" of the first cigarette, it became clear that this would not be working out the way I had conditionally planned. Now, as the end of my appointed month is coming to a close, I'm struggling to finish the first pack I had purchased. But it has become a goal, and so far only two people other than myself know about it. I intend to finish said cigarettes and then go back to thoroughly belittling the hell out of it. Including the reintroduction of my t-shirt that has a "no smoking" sign with the phrase "There are cooler ways to die." underneath it. The only things I've noticed have changed since I've started are 1.) I do not want to smoke another one, and 2.) since starting, my respiratory endurance has sharply decreased. Other than that, no one has really noticed if I (or my car) reeked of smoke (which it really doesn't for some strange reason). After the last of these death-dealing little devils are out of the way, I'll go back to being my normal self again.
My parents, in order to celebrate their 25th anniversary, are taking a week-long vacation to the florida keys. Our gift to them for their celebration is of course to take thorough care of the household. Most of the strife involved in house-sitting (especially here) will be the pets. Two dogs and two cats, whom have been spoiled severely, shall be under the Dear children's watch starting this saturday. Something else to take care of is the PARTY!!!!! Ok, I'm kidding. I wouldn't be able to cover that up, even in a weeks time.
What happens when the graphics design guy at work has brain flatulence? And then someone in the vinyl department doesn't notice and applies the graphic anyway? This.
My brother is going to moving out soon, which means I'll be moving as well. Across the basement that is. AN UPGRADE!!! I'll be living with a tv and cable in my room for a change. I haven't had a tv in my room in about 10 years.
My birthday (June 23rd) is approaching with the cunning, stealthy, assassin-like movement normally found in most ninja. And I remain unprepared. Not only do I not know what I want for my b-day, but the day itself is unplanned (so far). I figured, next year is my 21st, might as well wait to have a party or something.