Senses (and Sensibility)

I like to sniff things. In fact, i told my flat mates this morning that i was a very olfactory person. If that makes sense (oh, ha, pun unintended). Case in point: this morning while we were on our merry jaunt to barnett, a sheep truck rocks on by in all its smelly splendor. And honestly, it smells baaaaad. My good friend from Scargill Valley says that it is the most beautiful smell ever. I personally prefer sniffing (clean) boys, my own bed (those two are completely unrelated) and the flat when my flatmate decides to bake. i digress...
Anyway, there is a secret to breathing fresh air when a sheep truck drives past you. And amateurs walking along Great King Street will soon realise that holding your breath as the truck goes on by is not a good idea. At that point instead, one should take a deep breath and proceed to hold it for about five seconds. See, the smell doesn't hit you until the truck has passed you a good ten metres down the road. Aerial sheep dung and uh, essence probably take longer to travel in air. Except, that doesn't make any sense because if it has more mass, it will have more momentum. Hmm...

(i should probably say at this point that i am no way criticising sheep or sheep trucks or farms. They are important to our economy. plus NZ lamb is way better than Australian).

also, i am the annoying person who you will find in a supermarket standing in your way when you're trying to grab a shampoo or bodywash off the shelf, because i am too busy trying to sniff which one will be best... like a wine connoisseur.

Sense and Sensibility is also a book which i have never fully enjoyed. possibly because i read it as a pretentious eight year old and didn't at the point, understand the dynamics between males and females. in fact, Pride and Prejudice is hilarious when it comes to such matters. who knew that Caroline Bingley was such a desperate flirt? i mean, who walks around the room in front of their crush in order to show off their body? i certainly have never done such a thing in my life. Elizabeth Bennet's method was way more interesting. being opinionated is infectious.

today i also learnt that after enduring statistics for an entire year at the cost of calculus, it was a complete waste of time because i can't recall anything from seventh form stats. oh, the shame. so let that be a lesson to all you eager health scis out there. do not take stats because you don't use it until you get into a professional course and by then, it doesn't matter even if you got scholarship. everything is gone (apart from skills on how to use Excel).

in fact, nothing is in my head at the moment. apart from the thought "i am hungry" which is bouncing off the walls in my head. i should really stop the echoes in my brain.