Well, I’m all settled into the room I’ll be in for this semester. I suppose I felt it necessary to take part in the move-in day festivities, so I moved all my stuff across the 3′ hallway into Chun’s old room–the smaller of the two. There really is a rationale behind it, but it’s an audiogeek thing, so I won’t explain. Now I’m just sitting here waiting for Matt to get here tonight. Everything’s done around here. I even did a little cleaning just in case the place was starting to get that funk; funk perceivable only to non-residents. You’ve experienced it… walking into a friend’s house or apartment and being overwhelmed with a mysterious fragrance that is apparently invisible to the owner.
I really don’t enjoy cleaning, contrary to popular opinion. It’s more like a feeling that it needs to be done in order to not gross out visitors. It’s possible that my little cleaning spree today was inspired by Amy’s comments last night. Tara and Amy came over to see my sweet pad, and Tara noticed a pungent odor. It wasn’t so much a bad smell–I noticed it too–but I couldn’t place where the smell originated, and that bothered me. “Well, what does it smell like?” I asked, trying to pinpoint the possible cause. Amy apparently couldn’t handle it: “It smells like ugly.”
Ugly? I didn’t know it had a smell. I’ve heard it used to describe a physical characteristic or an attitude, but not a smell. Dictionary.com’s definition placed it as an adjective used primarily for the visual, but I suppose her description could work if loosely applied to the Princeton definition.
Ha! Ugly… I’ll have to work on that smell. Maybe it just needs some ventilation to let all the ugly out.
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