Smelly Stars

I love to read magazines.  And I don't just skim through them and look at the pictures, I read every word, from the ad on the inside cover to the one on the back.  Mainly, they entertain me and help me relax after some stressful homework.  But I also think of magazines as a study tool because I want to work for a magazine some day, and I see them as a great way to become magazine savvy.  One of my favorite, and least favorite, things about magazines are the perfume ads.  I absolutely love to open that flap and discover a new, wonderful fragrance, and the magazine always smells so good when you flip through it.  I've noticed a trend though, that celebrity fragrances stink....literally.  This is the bad part.  I don't understand why celebrities feel like having a fragrance will help skyrocket them to super-stardom.  You can't do everything, I would appreciate it if you left perfume to the professionals.  The scents always smell "sensual", aka super musky and overpowering, and the bottles are tacky.  But I guess you can't expect a classy bottle or scent from the likes of JLo, Britney Spears, or Jessica Simpson.  And girls, come on, what's with the names?  "Fancy Nights", "Fantasy"?  Britney, the only "fantasy" I have is you cleaning up your act...no more shaved heads, bare feet, or coslopus shots, please.  Just take care of your kids.  Hillary made a good point when we were discussing this today.  She said "pretty soon Bristol Palin is going to have a perfume (don't even get us started on Bristol Palin).  If you are that in to fragrances, make like Gwyneth Paltrow and just be the face of one.

Along with showering, studying, people watching, brushing our teeth, and watching Chelsea Lately together, Hillary and I loooove going to the Rec Center together.  Today, we had an especially comical experience.  After working out on the elliptical today, we went to the mats to do our usual sit-up/push-up routine...and were joined by some real winners.  First, a tiny guy with chicken legs came bopping over, putting his mat down right next to ours, jamming out to his music.  Hillary quickly pointed out that he was listening to Rihanna (our favorite, and in great need of a Glee tribute episode!).  We took a liking to the little man instantly.  To our right, however was a different story.  One thing we find a tad annoying, are people who go work out and make such a ruckus, normal people like us can't even work out without laughing to death.  This man grabbed an exercise ball and some weights....always a good sign.  He proceeded to lay on the ball and lift the weights, grunting and breathing as heavily as a woman in labor.  Next, he knelt on the ball....and apparently needed to continue his deep breathing to keep his balance.  Of course, by now Hillary and I were laying on the floor dying of laughter and unable to finish our workout.  Then Hillary pointed out the cherry on top of the sundae....he was wearing loafers.  Black, dress loafers, and sweats.  That's our favorite, people who wear jeans, or polo's (or loafers) to go to the rec.  Oh, and girls who don't tie back their hair.  We all know there are cuties lifting weights, but going to the rec is not a fashion show, so please, just tie it back.

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