Is this weird?

Everything I get from my stepdad smells just likes his cologne. My computer is no exception, or my computer bag. And you know what? It smells great.

I love it when I pick up the computer to do something, and set it back down, and I can smell it. I think when I went on vacation with him once that he said he accidentally spilled a bottle once, and now everything just seems to smell like it. Which is awesome. His cologne doesn't smell awful, it smells pretty damn wonderful. I never seem to smell it on him, though, which is probably a good thing. :D

But you know what they say - the cologne makes the man.

I had this discussion in Latin class about a week ago with B. And she agrees with me: If a guy is wearing just the right cologne, it will honestly make him better looking. It's intoxicating, if he's wearing that one scent that makes your eyes cloud over. I guess it's the same with guys and perfume? I wouldn't know, but I assume so.

M. said his favorite scent on a girl is Lilac. I don't even know what that smells like, which is frustrating. But that's how it goes.

I remember last year, a senior in my latin class had the very best cologne I've ever smelled on a guy. I wish I had asked him what he used. (grins) That would have been an odd conversation.

But anyway, just thought I'd write that. Because I'm sitting here at my computer, browsing through random sites, and I catch a whiff of his cologne and I can't help but wonder, what does M. smell like? I've never gotten close enough to know. In fact, I don't even know if he wears any at all.

It'll probably be a while before I find that out, though. (sighs) Damn. ;D

Which reminds (and I don't know how that did), I was running on the treadmill yesterday, and since I haven't got a MP3 anymore, I was using my CD Player. It's too big to carry the entire time I'm running, so I set it next to the treadmill. Unfortunately, that increases the chances of me knocking it over when my hands catch the cord. Can you guess what happened, then? I knocked it off the shelf about four times yesterday, before I finally (accidentally) broke the lid off. So frustrating, but laughable. I'm sure my upstairs neighbors heard my expletives, even over the sound of the treadmill. It still works, though, if I don't want to move it around while I'm using it. Ootherwise the top - where the hinges are at - will come off-ish. The wires keep it on, thank god.

So, so annoying. I honestly need to get another MP3. I hate CD players, I really do. And I've had this one for about six years, ever since my brother pawned my old one.

Anyway, this post is long enough, I think. I need to do some laundry, write an essay, take a shower, and get over my sugar cravings. :D Mom's leaving in a few minutes to go spend more of her life with her 'boyfriend'. I could probably rant for an entire post about how ridiculous my mother is being/is, but I don't feel like ruining my mood at the moment. But, god, how I love to have the house to myself, even if it's because she leaves me all the time. It's great to be so high up on someone's list of priorities. (And yes, that absolutely was sarcasm.)

Ta, then.