schmoo schmoooo

I like lists. I enjoy making them. I ocassionally enjoy reading them, but most of all, I enjoy completing them. As of this very moment I have two lists, no wait, 3 lists at home, calling my name out, what with their structure and focuss and gosh dam it they just look so... so.. Perfect...? UURgghhhhh I love a good list. Like birthday lists, they're the best kind. I've recently written a birthday list, I felt it was a good length, written on reliable, sturdy paper, hopefully able to withstand the contents of my mothers handbag. The pen was smooth, black of course. The heading was centered, and of just the right size. OOOOoohhh yeahh. Thats the stuff right there. I admire Goal lists. Inspiring? Yes. Realistic? No.. For example

Goals:

1. Tame hair

2. Read Jane Eyre in 10 days

3. Stop bitting nails

4. Stop drinking Chai

5. Talk less

6.Get a job

7. GET WORK EXPERIENCE

8. Learn Tutor's name...?

9. Never be late ever again

You see. I feel inspired. But lets be honest. The only thing I will ever be able to do on this list is probably to stop biting my nails. If that.

here's a list of things that my jumper currently smells like:

1. Cold Chai Latte

2. Wet dog

3. Shampoo

Heres a list of resons I think this has happened

1. I took off the lid of my thermis and the lights went green...

2. I was rained on

Why does wet wool smell like wet dog? Do sheep smell like wet dogs when they are rained on?

I wonder if you were to be blind folded, wether you'd be able to guess if you were smelling a wet dog, a sheep or a Howqua girl in woolen jumper....