I need the world to be more sympathetic. 'Cause I have this secret desire to start acting my age - for really dumb reasons, but whatever, let's not focus on that - and so I decided that one step in said plan should be to start wearing perfume. Or whatever flavoured-water version of perfume is currently popular; I currently smell like eau de confusion when it comes to scent. And what I figured was that the best way of going about this - me being an absolute novice and completely useless with such things - would be wandering into whatever nice perfume-selling place I can think of, and go "this is what I smell like now, help?" Except I figure that unless I'm massively lucky with finding the best sales person ever, I'll end up with someone going "... uh, try this!" and shoving the most expensive thing they think they can get away with at me.
And I know what smells I like, but I have no idea what actually smells good on me, and I think they might be wildly different. Hmpf! I like the idea of leather, and a slight whiff of honey and dark, but not Christmassy, spices, that sort of thing, but still soft. I want people to really have to invade my personal space - in a nice way! - before actually smelling me. I've totally given up on make-up as far as being a grown-up goes - although I have hit the point where I'm all "well, I guess my skin needs some sort of moisture, especially during winter what are these weird dry patches oops," so, yay, progress! - and my style of dressing is sort of wavering between being maybe seventeen (I almost said nineteen, but no, most of the new students look more grown-up than me) and maybe mid-twenties, so I figure I can at least smell like a person who knows what they're doing. Even if I'm not!
Not that I expect any of you to go "Hi Siri, let me tell you about my hidden storage of perfume-knowledge," I just felt a need to complain. Also I received an e-mail from my thesis advisor and almost threw up, so... That's not a good sign? I think one more semester is in order, though I really don't want to tell my father. Especially not since I wouldn't even be able to complain if he decided to punch me in the face for it, I'd deserve that. So, the fun part is trying to find a way to say it that also presents all the good arguments for it, not just the "I totally didn't do anything sensible and now I'm wimping out, because that's what I'm best at."
Life:/ Except for some bits of it which, while not making me seem any less pathetic than the rest of this, are at least slightly delightful! I'm pathetic and delighted! And deserve to be punched in the face, so I don't really come out on top, either way. Sigh.
And I know what smells I like, but I have no idea what actually smells good on me, and I think they might be wildly different. Hmpf! I like the idea of leather, and a slight whiff of honey and dark, but not Christmassy, spices, that sort of thing, but still soft. I want people to really have to invade my personal space - in a nice way! - before actually smelling me. I've totally given up on make-up as far as being a grown-up goes - although I have hit the point where I'm all "well, I guess my skin needs some sort of moisture, especially during winter what are these weird dry patches oops," so, yay, progress! - and my style of dressing is sort of wavering between being maybe seventeen (I almost said nineteen, but no, most of the new students look more grown-up than me) and maybe mid-twenties, so I figure I can at least smell like a person who knows what they're doing. Even if I'm not!
Not that I expect any of you to go "Hi Siri, let me tell you about my hidden storage of perfume-knowledge," I just felt a need to complain. Also I received an e-mail from my thesis advisor and almost threw up, so... That's not a good sign? I think one more semester is in order, though I really don't want to tell my father. Especially not since I wouldn't even be able to complain if he decided to punch me in the face for it, I'd deserve that. So, the fun part is trying to find a way to say it that also presents all the good arguments for it, not just the "I totally didn't do anything sensible and now I'm wimping out, because that's what I'm best at."
Life:/ Except for some bits of it which, while not making me seem any less pathetic than the rest of this, are at least slightly delightful! I'm pathetic and delighted! And deserve to be punched in the face, so I don't really come out on top, either way. Sigh.
Mood:
intimidated
Music: Chris Whitley - Gasket
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