I was in the shower shampooing my hair with a new bottle of Pantene when I suddenly realized I hated the smell of this shampoo. But I'm the Panteen girl, I've got the hair like in the commercial, my aunt said so; why was the smell of this Pantene shampoo making me crazy? And then I realized it. The smell of purple Pantene had joined the list of smells I associated with my old roommate. I also can't stand certain types of lotions, baby powder, and an awful perfume I don't know the name of. And then I thought, well isn't THAT awful?? Hating smells because they reminded you of someone? I don't really know what caused the negative association. All I know is that if she passes me in the hall, I can smell her ten doors away and it's about as bad as walking through a fog of secondhand smoke. I guess noses can be just as biased or prejudiced as the rest of our senses. Well, about today: I was paniced yesterday and this morning to meet some deadlines, but I think I'm okay now. I handed in my final draft of my ten-minute play, A Difference in Fur. It took me a while to come up with an ending that I like. In replacement of a staff meeting tonight, the Center Complex RA's played a muddy and dark game of kickball against another complex. It was a pretty wicked game--lots of confusion with the score and valid outs and lots of mud--but we ended up winning it 30-25. Go center! Carrie