It’s been a summer of extremes. Hot. Fun. Creepy. Sad. Scandalous. Entertaining. In the end, I can’t say it’s been boring. Sure, there are those lulls when you feel like you’re all alone watching terrible re-runs on basic cable, or downloading entire seasons of shows. But those quiet moments are kind of nice, giving you time to unwind and appreciate the crazy times. Just don’t couple them with too many Oreos – as I have been horribly prone to doing this summer.
I know my life is getting slow when I’m so bored that I actually go to the gym (the Oreos do give me motivation). At least 4 times a week I swim, run, and/or do weights. And I really really hate running. Treadmills scare the shit out of me. Long story short, I saw a friend of mine fly and hit the wall because of one of those things once and I’ve decided that’s not for me. But I face my fear because my internet connection is slow and TVO Kids shows have really gone downhill. The result of this dreadful exercise is that I’ve gained a few pounds – literally gotten denser. So… crap. Don’t know why I bother. I always did suck at cardio.
What’s extremely hot? It’s been pushing 40 (104F?) for weeks now. But the fun is being outside in this weather, lazing in a new bikini or hiking in the shade. I’m also fostering kittens at the moment, which is the fuzziest and best thing ever. I’m surprised to say I haven’t burned yet this summer, which is an achievement. I’m still by far the whitest person in my part of the city – though that really isn’t saying much.
The creepy part is that I’m not allowed to leave the range of the cameras in and around my building. My classic bimbo looks attract the wrong kind of people in my area and my sharp tongue is going to get me shot. A group of teenage gangsters (yes, entirely possible they’re in a real gang) decided to gawk and whistle at me like idiots. So I decided to stop, blatantly check them all out, then laugh in their faces and walk away. They did not appreciate this. I am going to die here, and my tombstone will read ‘That dum blond chick’. Sigh.
The sad part came when I had a family member pass away in Europe, and with the cost of the flight and the amount of work I’d miss, I couldn’t afford to go to the funeral. This just gave me a resolve to work as much overtime as I can to save up enough money to visit later. It mostly saddens me to say I’m not as close with my family over there as I used to be, just because I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to visit Germany. It made me feel selfish, and my father had to go alone – though he was the one to dissuade me from going in the first place. But I was told I didn’t miss much, and that my family understood. So I cheered myself up and look forward to visiting at a better time, because that’s all I can do now.
My favourite thing about this summer is the scandal. Yep. I walked around for a bit with a fear of getting fired because I crossed a line with a technician at work. The best line. I’m a little proud of myself. A nice, tall, sweet-looking Dutch guy. Only a couple years older, recently graduated from university with a degree in recreation… aka gym. Apparently knowing how to say ‘good morning’ in Dutch and arguing over the Euro cup made me hot in his book. I’ll take it. And it was good. *Note that I was not in a committed relationship at this point. Cheating is embodying what's worst about mankind.
My favourite thing about this summer is the scandal. Yep. I walked around for a bit with a fear of getting fired because I crossed a line with a technician at work. The best line. I’m a little proud of myself. A nice, tall, sweet-looking Dutch guy. Only a couple years older, recently graduated from university with a degree in recreation… aka gym. Apparently knowing how to say ‘good morning’ in Dutch and arguing over the Euro cup made me hot in his book. I’ll take it. And it was good. *Note that I was not in a committed relationship at this point. Cheating is embodying what's worst about mankind.
In the end, it’s been a pretty entertaining summer so far. There are good things still to come, and I’ll survive the bad things. Because what’s life without a bit of drama?
