I've got to admit, I like the way home smells. I thought I could still sense pine needles from Christmas, maybe chili powder and ginger (dad's favorite ingredients), definitely the dog's ear medicine, maybe some chlorophyll from mom's plants... who knows what the sum of it is, but it's a good smell.
Other than that, I've perfected the art of the sloth. Not that it's hard to do, that's the whole point. Small, 5 minute tasks manage to go undone for days on end, because I'm more interested in watching an entire season of House in a single day. My Fulbright application is currently no more than a bookmark on my Firefox toolbar, and my letter to grandpa, written a month ago, has yet to be mailed.
But even if it is just House, it's nice to spend hours focused on a single purpose. College tends to consist of me finishing homework assignments from 5 different classes while fitting in my two jobs, various meetings, and the drama that always arises when a few hundred students stew in their own juices for three months at a college that resists most attempts to live off-campus.
Still, if I keep at this for much longer, I'll risk losing all the neuron connections I am going to need to survive next year.
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