Internet = poop

What's that?

You want me to pause in the middle of searching for the required 100 jpegs for my computer class assignment to watch a documentary on society's addiction to the internet and technology?
Sure, I can drop everything I'm doing and not resume my studies until near midnight.
It's not like this is due tomorrow or anything.
Or that I fully recognize that the internet and technology are addictive yet I treat them both as tools and toys in a responsible fashion.
It's not like I was doing anything important...



On another note, I'm having difficulty choosing between two subjects for my PowerPoint presentation for my business technology class.

Unicorns or Incubus?

 

 

mystery

Oh jeez,
Oh WOW.
IDIOT


It's really not that big of a deal
but
*sigh*
ok.

Today, arriving home after a grueling Monday, I noticed a strange scent in my dining room. Sweet, vanilla? Slightly chemically, reminiscent of cheap perfume. I was captivated by this elusive odor, and immediately began one of those sniff-everything-to-find-the-source searches. At one point, my grandmother walked through the room and attempted to search with me for a few moments, but she couldn't smell anything. After she abandons the search, I continue my attempts to track down the scent in vain, but eventually quit also.
Hours pass, and I'm still detecting subtle whiffs of the ninja fragrance. Now I've narrowed it down though, it smells like my childhood, like, Playdough.....

Then, FINALLY, after hours of wondering, of frustration,
I realized,
the smell,
is
coming
from
me.

I didn't recognize the scent of my new deodorant.