DogFaceBoy made me a “cootie catcher” for my folklore assignment, and I met her today in Lauraville to get it. The coffee shop we were going to meet at was unfortunately closed, so we wound up talking in the Safeway parking lot. When I was leaving, she remarked that I smelled very good, and inquired of the source?

Here’s the thing: I sometimes get paranoid about smelling bad, so particularly wanting to make a good impression odor-wise on my new Towson classmates, I might — possibly — go overboard.

The night before class, I spritz the clothes I’ll be wearing with febreeze. When I wake up, I lather myself thoroughly with soap, then apply an AXE brand bodywash in addition to my generic shampoo. I finish with an application of deodorant and a spritz of fragrance.

DogFaceBoy listened to all of this and then remarked that I smelled like “Perfume and pot.”

No wonder all the hippies keep chatting me up!

The problem with Bill Bateman’s having a location in the same building I have my Tuesday night night class in isthat it makes it ridiculously easy to get drunk before class.

I met up with the former XtraHeavyMarcellus for some dinner and booze, and, yes, if you haven’t already figured it out — I’ve got less than an hour until class and I’ve had three THREE! Bass Ales.

I’m sitting cross-legged on the 2nd floor of Linthicum Hall typing on my laptop, and the girl across from me is talking on her cell phone, and I’m quite certain I’ve never heard anyone talk on a cell phone as soft as she is. She’s twelve feet away – tops – and I can barely hear her!

(Also, she’s got great cleavage. Just sayin’).