Smells Like Teen Spirit

They say smell is the sense most closely linked to memory. I suppose that’s why I miss the smells of certain things, and some of them linger in my thoughts for quite some time.

I mean, it’s quite regularly that I’m walking through university buildings with my friends or through a shopping centre with friends, only to have one of them blurt out, “I smell food!”

And instantly, that makes you want food… of sorts. It must be the feeling of realising that you haven’t eaten for a while, or you suddenly recall that you are craving something completely out-of-the-blue like strawberry pudding, or you rack at your brain trying to remember what the heck that smell is.

It probably doesn’t help that smell is so closely linked to memory. More often than not, we walk through dirty streets or public areas, thinking of saying to the friend we’re walking with: Something smells funny. Yet instead, what comes of our mouth is something a little more coarse than expected, and a little more loudly, we grunt, “Something smells like shit“.

Right now my hair smells of hairspray. I didn’t wash my hair today because I washed it not too many days ago. I hate hairspray but my mum wanted to do my hair nicely this morning. We were going to the shops and market, and she decided to put makeup on my face as well. ๐Ÿ˜ฐ

I really don’t like makeup. Sometimes for special occasions I’ll accept it and wear it, but otherwise, I hate it. I rub my eyes a lot during the day, and heck, sometimes I even sleep on the train or on public transport (yes, my sleeping patterns are that gonked). If I had eye makeup on, I’d forget and I would just rub my eyes. I find makeup to be inconvenient.

I don’t mind; my mum’s a beauty consultant and she does gorgeous makeup! ๐Ÿ™‚ But I’m really just not a makeup girl right now. My mum says it’ll all change when I get a bit older. I guess I got really turned off by excessive makeup on some teenage girls, not to mention all those girls wearing it in high school. Was that even necessary?!

On the home front, things are going alright. I whinged at my mum this morning, told my dad I was too tired to go to church (I was more lazy than tired, because I’d just gotten home from the markets with Mum when it was time to leave for church at night), but none of them screamed at me or hit me, which was a relief. I need to keep the levels on my complaining/whinging meters down.

My brother’s computer crashed, so my dad’s going to take it for repairs soon. He recently installed new games so that might be the problem – but the keyboard and mouse refuse to connect to the hard drive and Windows won’t start up. ๐Ÿ˜ž

Tomorrow is James’s and my 29 months. โ™ฅ๏ธ And today, happy birthday to Ben Jorgensen, my freaking idol. ๐Ÿ˜› ๐Ÿ˜š

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