It smells like the Yankee Candle Company vomited all over my bedroom. Note to self: Do not purchase smellies from the clearance bin… there’s a reason those flavors are in the clearance bin to begin with. The flavor “winter” smells just like a smog-infested inversion met a dollop of deer doo and united as one. And of course, I forgot and left the candle warmer on all day. Gag me a maggot!
I’ve always, always, always and forevermore been a horrible decision maker. Where there’s a choice between 2 things (seen as equal in my eyes), I have a hard time picking one and committing to it. It’s annoying for everyone involved. Choices between one thing I love and one thing I hate are a different story… show me a pot of asparagus and a chocolate bar and I’ll pick the asparagus, but only so I can have the satisfaction of putting it through the garbage disposal. That’s also why I’m 35 years old and barely a junior in college. Couldn’t pick a major to save my life… that and I had a hard time controlling my ADD back when I was 18 and didn’t want to go to college. Plus I was busy gaining 530 pounds of weight… no time for homework, yo when there be thangs to eat!
I finally committed to a major a year ago, technical writing. Phew… that’s over and done with. Only one problem… this semester I am taking my first actual technical writing course… and I can’t see myself wanting to do what I do for this class on a daily basis in a work environment. I just can’t. I don’t enjoy it, and I think you should try to pick something you enjoy doing… even if just a little bit. I don’t want to say back to the drawing board, because I do think I’m on the right course in the English section of things… maybe. I wish I had a new brain and a magic 8 ball that worked, but mostly I wish someone would come and finish this paper I’ve been slugging my way through due Tuesday. Procrastination… it’s what’s for dinner!
In other news… I have 2 days before my first DietBet weigh-in day and it happens to be right during hormone hoarding week where I gain 80000 gallons of water hormone weight. No matter… I’m ounces away from my goal of 14 pounds in 4 weeks and heck if I’m going to lose this thing by ounces. I might have to get all Arnold Shwarzdknfkwiejrowijposear before a weightlifting competition up in this joint… no water drinking and exercising wearing sweats and a garbage bag will be in my future… the lengths I will go to to keep my money! Maybe if I just eat my dinners next to this here “winter” candle warmer, I’ll lose all sorts of ounces… on account of the fact that the stench will ruin my appetite! Totes worth a try!