I Can Smell You...

Okay, so here's a weird fact about me: I like to sniff things.

Yes, yes, very weird...but let's not dwell on what you're probably starting to imagine or think: what have you been poking your nose into?  Or...what have you been sniffing?

Moving on.

I honestly don't know when it first started...although I do know that I wasn't always so...sniffy.  I also know that this is a bad habit...and I'm...not really working toward amending this habit of mine.  My mom keeps telling me that I should stop because one day, I will sniff something, or many somethings, and it will be very, very bad...mold might find its way up my nose, or something equally horrifying...okay, eww...I could have phrased that better...

Aaarrrgh!

Hello people.  In case the title didn't already give it away, I am angry.  Or, rather, very extremely stressed out. 

Homework.  I'd like to believe homework is where the very root of my stress comes from.  Sure, other things stress me out too, like...stuff, and life in general, but homework takes home the prize of most stressful thing in my life.  Bottom line:  I don't like it.