I don't want to smell like I'm trying to attract a twelve year old with a sweet tooth

My mom's boyfriend gave her some Paris Hilton perfume and today I tried some on. Dear God, I smell like I walked into a sweet shop and people pelted me with cotton candy. Not cool.

Thought processes:

Me: Hey, this is my last weekend before school starts! I need to run by and get my books, but I should do something fun. Maybe they have some Red Dwarf at Borders that I could buy, and I could sit at home and relax.

Mom: Hey, this is her last weekend before school starts! We should clean out the garage, take all the cans to be recycled, and clean up the house!

Guess who won out? Still, we did run by Borders, but they were asking forty-five bucks for one season of Red Dwarf, which is ridiculous considering all eight seasons is selling for one-ninety on Amazon. We also went by the old apartment/unit/whatever it is today because the lady that's been renting from us has moved out. And I really hope she's not completely done because that place looks really disgusting. Like a grime everywhere, cigarette smoke smelling, don't want to touch anything sort of disgusting. And I'm probably going to be involved in cleaning it. Oh joy.

Also, in case you were wondering, six big trash bags full of cans and bottles equals about twenty-six bucks.