Tuesday, March 29, 2011
My school has always smelled the same. It's a mixture of cinnamon and soap and bodies. It's comforting and somewhat nauseating simultaneously. After four years the smell is so familiar, If bottled p and brought to me, I would know where that scent came from. It's funny... For me scents and music are the most powerful memory triggers.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Considering blogging more consistently. I usually enjoy looking back on old journals, and though my life at this time may not make for the most interesting read, why not? I thought today how funny it was that (I think) the first time Patrick spoke to me he said something about me being "bad." Then I though how funny that is since that's the first thing I remember Mark saying to me. So hmm... perhaps it's a pattern: call me bad and I'll fall in love with you. Haha...