Friday, November 5, 2010


So its getting cold. I guess it was bound to happen, going into November and all, but this is Texas: it happened overnight and caught us all off guard. People always act surprised, like they think it never gets cold here after just surviving the horribly hot, oppressing summer... it's even funnier at college now, with freshmen from places like California and Florida. They're really in for it.

But okay, there was a point to this. It got cold, so I pulled out my suede jacket that I love so much... it has a million pockets. I like pockets. Especially these, where you could put a live animal of some kind in and no one would know until you pulled it back out. These pockets work like Hagrid's. I won't be pulling a birthday cake out anytime soon, but I could definitely fit a book or two.

So I pulled out my jacket, and what do I find? Burt's Bees! Only the most awesome chap stick of all time. I guess technically it's 'lip balm', but I call it chap stick... so... uh... get over it? I guess it makes sense, since I need chap stick in the cold and I need my jacket in the cold.... I know I didn't do it on purpose, but it was really convenient.

Isn't it so weird that smell can associate so closely to memories? That one little smell can launch a day of nostalgia? It's the craziest thing. You don't think of your sense of smell as important as say, sight, but it's always there and it reminds me of things the most often. So anyway, Burt's Bees and it's delicious peppermint scent blasted me through time. The first thing I thought of was Tim's car. He always had the stuff, and his car frequently smelled like it. But specifically, there was this little thing called high school graduation. Tim and I drove together, we go inside with our one key (that's seriously all they let us have... no ipod, no pens or paper, not even a wallet) and sit through our massive 4 hour graduation ceremony, come back out, quickly turn on the air conditioning, since it was June and it was insanely hot outside, and Tim promptly sees his wax lip balm and opens it. Well, in his nice clothes and everything, this tube of melted, liquid wax pours all over him and immediately dries. And if that alone wasn't bad enough, it was an opaque, cloudy white color that he spilled all over his pants. Just think about it, and if you still don't get it, never mind.

So that was the first thing I thought of when I opened up a tube of chap stick yesterday. There were about a dozen other memories that happened in the span of 2 seconds, but I have to go get dressed for an interview! Wish me luck (by the time you read this, I'll definitely be done already.... so you don't really have to I guess... yeah.)

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