17 October 2006
♥ my car smells like crayons, snow is getting dirtier, and other random observations
Actually, my car doesn't smell like crayons. It smells like A1. It all started at Branden's homecoming, when leftover gnocchi spilled in my trunk, leaving the car with a distinct eau de stale oil. I tried Nature's Miracle and Lemon Pledge to freshen up the joint, but apparently that's how they make A1. Look:
Stale oil + Nature's Miracle + Lemon Pledge = A1
Makes you want to think twice before digging into another steak, doesn't it? Haha. Yeah. I bet it does.
Anyway, I also tasted some snow today, and I'm pretty sure it's getting dirtier every time it snows. I mean, aside from the fact that it's 249,857,492,385-times-recycled dinosaur pee (bet you thought I never paid attention during fifth-grade earth science), I honestly think it's just not as tasty anymore. I'm not talking chowing down by the handful, but I've been known to stand outside and catch snowflakes on my tongue, you know, the usual eight-year-old behavior. Actually, there's this conspiracy theorist at my work who's convinced that we haven't had natural clouds since 1986. She says they're manufactured by drug companies and that they're full of chemicals, so when it rains (acid rain, you know) we all get sick and have to buy the drugs from the drug companies that manufacture the chemical clouds, but we don't know it so we keep buying them, yadda yadda yadda.
She got kind of mad when I told her the reason she gets sick all the time is probably that she smokes like three packs a day and gets totally wasted four nights a week.
Also, people look at you differently when you have lots of piercings. I mean, I don't have lots of piercings, I really only have three (and two of them are on my ears, which, according to the more hardcore pierced people I know, doesn't even count), but you definitely draw looks from a different crowd. For instance, the other day, a little boy pointed at me and asked me if it hurt, and his mother grabbed his wrist and said, "We don't talk to vagabonds!" No joke. It was basically the funniest thing that's ever happened to me.
My hair is growing again (I don't know why it stopped), and I think by ski season, it should be long enough to braid. Almost. We'll see.
Well, I'm starting to ramble, and I have a Spanish test to study for. I'm gonna cut this one short and hope that I'm more inspired later.
Anyway, I also tasted some snow today, and I'm pretty sure it's getting dirtier every time it snows. I mean, aside from the fact that it's 249,857,492,385-times-recycled dinosaur pee (bet you thought I never paid attention during fifth-grade earth science), I honestly think it's just not as tasty anymore. I'm not talking chowing down by the handful, but I've been known to stand outside and catch snowflakes on my tongue, you know, the usual eight-year-old behavior. Actually, there's this conspiracy theorist at my work who's convinced that we haven't had natural clouds since 1986. She says they're manufactured by drug companies and that they're full of chemicals, so when it rains (acid rain, you know) we all get sick and have to buy the drugs from the drug companies that manufacture the chemical clouds, but we don't know it so we keep buying them, yadda yadda yadda.
She got kind of mad when I told her the reason she gets sick all the time is probably that she smokes like three packs a day and gets totally wasted four nights a week.
Also, people look at you differently when you have lots of piercings. I mean, I don't have lots of piercings, I really only have three (and two of them are on my ears, which, according to the more hardcore pierced people I know, doesn't even count), but you definitely draw looks from a different crowd. For instance, the other day, a little boy pointed at me and asked me if it hurt, and his mother grabbed his wrist and said, "We don't talk to vagabonds!" No joke. It was basically the funniest thing that's ever happened to me.
My hair is growing again (I don't know why it stopped), and I think by ski season, it should be long enough to braid. Almost. We'll see.
Well, I'm starting to ramble, and I have a Spanish test to study for. I'm gonna cut this one short and hope that I'm more inspired later.
10/17/2006
