I just got stuff straight with the University of Louisville. That doesn’t sound like much but it’s taken about a month of steady correspondence with UofL to assure that I could go back; indeed today I was on the phone with 5 different departments for about 2 hours, trying to figure out why I could register for the Fall but not the Summer semester.
But now everything’s straight. And it was entirely my own doing; my father’s been in Florida for weeks so I’ve been getting everything in order myself, and if it was for anything else I’d have probably just given up at the complexity of it all; for a university that averages $23000 in total costs a year, they make it really, really hard to transfer back.
So I get off the phone, finally able to relax for a day or two and reach for a new scent. The scent was Mugler Cologne.
I don’t really know what I was expecting out of it, aside from it had to be generally inoffensive for all the pleasant reviews it had on here. What I found was a bone dry vetiver and the fresh scent of dryer sheets, with some pleasant spices lying very close to the skin and a sour, bitter sort of note when heated up that I can’t quite place. It’s a little ozonic to my nose, and overall I think it’s okay but it doesn’t really fit with my personality (I’m pretty much over fresh scents and vetiver is just a bit too heavy on my skin, especially with the coming weather.)
However, I came to a realization tonight at work. Mugler Cologne was going to be my muse from now on; the scent is an olfactory representation of all the work I put into getting back in school. It means dedication, determination, and perseverance in the face of petty, bureaucratic bullshit. If I find my spirits low a few weeks from now when I’m in class at UofL and feel like it’s all too much work, I’m going to want to wear Mugler Cologne to remind myself what I went through to get there at all, and to shut up and put up.
Such a shame, that I had to wear something that I don’t love, but I think if I can find a 1 oz mini or something like that I’ll be content, though that may be difficult considering I regularly see it in enormous freaking 10.2 oz bottles!
Ah well, sorry about that, stream of conciousness.