January 20, 2010

My daily mind lines were all written by my nose today.

Today there was an odd smell downstairs in the hall near my aunt's classroom. Not only was it there all day, but it also changed from block to block! I noticed this because every block I had to go through the contaminated area on the way to my locker and back to class. I think I first noticed it on the way to Spanish (second block) and right then I started worrying that it was me... But it couldn't be me, I had taken all the necessary precautions as any normal non-Amish person does every morning. I think I decided it was a bad mess-up in the cooking class on my right and someone had found a recipe for bleach-coated manure muffins or something, and then I promptly forgot about it and enjoyed my clase de español.

After class I sauntered through the odorous hallway to get my Smart Ones Mango Chicken Disgusting Blob of Weight Watchers Approved Microwavable Meal, and went right back through it on the way to the lighthouse room which is my aunt's class. While microwaving my 6 WW point meal and really looking forward to it. I commented to Jairus, "Is it just me or does it smell really bad around here?"
"Yeah! I thought it was you for a bit there but..."
"Well yeah, me too but..."
"Yeah I don't know what it is..."
Then my "chicken" was finished and I retrieved it from the microwave. I watched Jairus put on a classic look of revulsion and when I looked down I smelled why. It's hard to eat chicken when it smells like diaper and tastes like very much over-steeped orange pekoe tea. What I guessed to be rice looked like those new giant Rice Krispies they've got now, and tasted like tofu and red peppers. I didn't end up eating much of it. I just ate, but I'm still hungry...

The pleasant aroma of the hallway was wafting around free of ventilation when I was looking for Nikala who turned out to be at her piano lesson, a convenient forgettance of mine, and after entrepreneurship class. The latter time, I was walking down the stairs and I heard a few different people expressing their opinions on what the smell smelled like.
"... smells like crayons down there"
"Something must be like, burning or something, like in the cafeteria or something."
"-kinda gross man, like compost or eggs or whatev."
I just decided that either Satan is lactose intolerant, or Peeves and his stink bombs are real.

It did kind of smell like deviled eggs... -snorthahaha- xD

Jeans is mad because I don't have a new phone yet. We are the strangest and most unlikely people to be friends. He's like a pothead and I'm a skirt-wearing goody two shoes.

I am confident that I got 100% on the math midterm today :3 I will report to you when I confirm that I am right. -nerdface-
My Spanish exam is tomorrow, and I'm not very pleased about it because I am atrocious under pressure. I can sing when I'm at home, but I can't on stage. I can gab to my dog or to Nikala in near-perfect, if limited, Spanish... but as soon as I'm alone with my teacher I panic and forget how to say, "Hola, cómo estás" and stupid things start coming out like, "Me gusta queso pero no debo comerlo." (I like cheese but I shouldn't eat it.)

When I'm at work I compile my mind lines on paper so as not to forget them... so I have an upcoming blog with all the latest ones in my purse.

Day 3: Lonely, but not quite suicidal yet.

Posted by RJ Haely at 4:13 PM