Yes, I know, I was supposed to have quit smoking, but what can a girl do when everything keeps building up and the work load starts looking like the paper version of a Nürnberg rally? That's right; give in to temptation. Plus, I'm waging a war against my body these days. Staying up late, getting up ridiculously early, drinking coffee and denying it all that it asks for. My body says: "Hey, I'm feeling a bit down, why don't we relax for a few days?" and I say: "Hah! I'm gonna get an extra part-time job! See how relaxed you are then?" Honestly, I'm feeling like the evil stepmother in Cinderella. Well, except for the fact that I'm doing it to myself.
Anyways, my point was that quitting smoking once means that I no longer have a favorite brand of cigarettes, and this opens the door to a whole new world of trial and error! It is ever so exciting for me and ever so annoying for anyone behind the counter. Yesterday, after about 3 minutes of "hmmm...I think I'll take the light blue packet. No! Wait! Give me the orange one. Or the green one? I can't decide. Orange? No, green! No, orange. No, green!", I bought the new, green Prince cigarettes (solely because of the pretty color). And loh and behold: They were awesome. And that's saying a lot since I'm quite full of prejudice against Prince cigarettes. Turns out, their new "First cut" green cigarettes are completely without additives, which freaked me out at first since I for a moment thought they might be lacking in all that good stuff as well. But these were just as deliciously filled with nicotine and anything else that's bad for you as any other cigarettes, but with the added bonus of not tasting like anything other than pure, yummy tobacco leaves. I think these are my new favorite cigarettes. The only downside to them are the fact that they're very strong. And for someone who recently started smoking Marlboro lights, I can basically feel the deliciousness burning its way down my throat.
In other news, I actually listened to the news this morning. It did nothing more than reaffirm my previous notion that the entire world is filled up with idiots however, when the main news was that scientists now believe that eating disorders might be hereditary. Seriously? These people think it's based in our genes? How about the fact that you spend your first years learning how to behave from your parents, watching what they do? I mean, if my mom was anorectic I don't think you'd see me munching on a pizza often. You cannot base everything on DNA no matter how fun that might be. Mozart probably wouldn't have been a great artist if he hadn't had a piano when he grew up, and people who inherit their parents' eating disorders do so for the same reason that I act a lot like my mom: they're learning how to behave from watching their parents' behavior. So there!