I've just moved house and my new room has a weird smell. It's not my smell. I'm going to have to spend the next few weeks implementing my own smell and getting rid of this one. That said, we have a very big kitchen and a nice garden. They don't smell weird. They smell good. They smell perfectly kitcheny and gardeny, respectively. We also have a tumble drier which I've already misused. I had socks that used to fit my feet. They now look to fit my toes. My little toes.
An upside of moving is getting the deposit back from your old house. In my case that's a cool £300. I've already prepared how to spend it. I'm going to buy a nice leather jacket, some brown boots, a dashiki, some nice cords, some new underwear, a velour jumper, a moderately impressive bundle of drugs and a beautiful new USB audio interface for recording new lo-fi songs that fit neither my ambient electronica project nor my post-hardcore/noise/math rock project. I'll let you know when I have some recordings. If you're interested.
I've also inadvertently entered into a amorous relationship with my housemate. Maybe a bad idea. Maybe a good idea. Maybe a bad idea disguised as a good idea. But hey, we have a big kitchen and a garden now, anything is possible. I'm jobhunting to make money until September when it's back to University for the fourth year running. I'm all about Pizza Hut right now, I've applied for every position going, just to get on that employee discount and ride it all the way to cheese-based coronary failure.
This was an update on my life. It was really not as interesting as if I'd told some lies or just told you a funny story. Your loss.