So I ate pizza in my room last night. And whenever I left and then came back in my room I was struck by the strong smell of pizza that filled the room. After a while I didn't notice the smell anymore. It reminded me of when the yearbook room was painted, and it smelled strongly of oil paint fumes. But we got used to the smell after spending a few minutes in there. We then would spend hours in that small little oily painted fumey room. Then later people would come in and point out how strong the fumes were and we would have no idea what they were talking about.
So in conclusion I can only assume that we lost many many brain cells in that little room. How we all made it to universities and such I don't know.
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Over thinking things since 1984
Over thinking things since 1984
4 comments:
I too am amazed we survived as normal functioning human beings (arguably). Especially considering the only window in that room was the fake one we drew on the white board in marker.
they have two desks and two computers now. it must be even more crammed in there. and now the yearbook committee has been passed onto the in-crowd-people, so there are even MORE visitors now.
in crowd? no more gifted band people? that's a shame...
my roomate cleans her boots indoors.
the scent of poisonous fumes wafts through our adjoining vent, and i always get very sleepy.
mmm. brain corrosion.
- alex
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