So my neighbours are getting their passports done, and I got to talk to them about why, etc. Turns out that they tried to go to Mexico last year, and weren’t allowed because they didn’t have passports, and then they realised that maybe it’s a good idea to do so. What most people don’t understand about passports, is the process that you go through to get them is very important and the document can eventually be the only way to prove citizenship of any given country. If that’s the case, then why wouldn’t people normally do it?

In any case, she decided to go to The Netherlands to visit the family she hasn’t seen in forever. Turns out she doesn’t know where they live, but will figure it out eventually (given their trip is in October). I congratulated her, as she doesn’t get out much, and wished her well in the nice weather (as it’s currently not raining; wow!)

It feels so nice when people who normally can’t go on vacation get to; but it also reminds me that if I wanna go to grad school in Sweden I have to update my passport also; oh phooie.

I can’t believe that there is such horrible TV on at this hour. 03.00 and the only thing on is infomercials with cheesy people preaching good things about this machine by “Body By Jake” that is supposed to make your abs amazing.

The results are too dramatic, the machine costs too much, and the guy is nearly Richard Simmons but straight and prolly shorter and in better shape.

It all just kind of reminds me of my 10km run that I do everyday. I seem to be wearing less and less clothing while I do my run simply because it’s so damned hot. It got up to 42°C today, and I nearly died while running, but luckily I had water with me so I survived and then had a nice little chat meeting the new neighbours that moved in in October, that I hadn’t seen since now. John and Marie they are named, and they are a young married couple who are very nice and even invited me over for some wine, but unfortunately I was on my way over to the school for some sprinting practice.

Anyways, so yeah the all black running outfit needs to be rethunk, as it looks nice as a contrast to my skin, but it’s super hot. Oh well, I could always use the loss of calories anyways, so no changes! The shorts are pretty nice and tight too so there is no worries about the moving of my music player that fits in the pocket. And the t-shirt rolled up to beyond my shoulders, and then rolled up my tummy for good airing of the skin. It looks pretty cool to me, I think; very retro which is always in (in my opinion for running at least).

So John wants to learn to run, but when he heard I run 10km he nearly fainted, and said that I should go shorter distances every other day so that he can come too. I will rethink this maybe, as it would be a nice way to allow him to have some friends in the neighbourhood (even though we are moving in a few months). Oh well we will see what we do.

Next post will be about the top 2 most fun times I’ve ever had in my life!
1) Montréal Music Trip
2) Québec City Grad Trip

Okay so I just got out of my room for the first time this morning, and how stupid of me to walk out the door with my eyes closed, rubbing them from the sleep. So I walk outside and the entire hallway is filled with books and bookshelves, so clearly I run into it and make an AJ! sound, and then I ask old father-dearest wtf he is doing. And the only thing he can reply is “Ingenting”

The little shit has been holding out on me? Since when has he understood stuff when I say it in Swedish to him? Oh well, this just gives me even more of a reason to never speak English in this household again, uhm yay! So besides being in shock during my shower, it just got me thinking now how much he’s understood when I go on my bitching rapage in various languages! Oh well, so what if he understands and not lost in the translation.. Sure I don’t care! :DD

Oh and another random thought. So I was outside doing my post-10km run stretching on the back porch and it was still light out and the neighbours had some friends over and as I was stretching, their conversation got more and more hushed. We are talking like 17-18 year olds here, and then out of the blue one of them just says in a normal voice “Yeah shit, I’d fuck him in an instant”

==> WTF? My first thought, clearly, and then I just glanced over, and sure enough they were all staring at me as a stretch. Okay sure I’m like a contortionist and really flexible, but being objectified like that doesn’t feel that nice. On the other than it was nice to know that someone was interested mwhah, but still..

So yeah, what’s the underlining message? My sketchy-neighbour’s friends want to have sex with me. I don’t whether to run away or to stick it out and tease them. The latter seems more appropriate, but on the other hand I don’t really want to be stalked. Oh well, life goes on.

Bookshelves are still in the hallway, therefore I’m trapped in the room currently. And I’ve got the hungries, which will clearly not be satisfied. I need to start keeping a stash of food in my room, but I really don’t want the bugs to come in! Hmm! Deliemma!

Okay so update on the father situation… I just walked by him and said a bunch of swearwords and he looked at me blankly, so I guess we could say it was a fluke that he knew what I was saying. Oh well no matter, maybe he’s not as unintelligent as I originally thought! Sad, oh so sad!

I talked to a girl today that went to the same university as me last year, and we lived on the same floor. Despite being a bit of a drama queen and pretty spoiled, we became quite close over spring break and we talked lots and became pretty good friends.

Anyways, the point is this summer (since her dad works in the oil industry) she has been moving around. Grenada, Antigua, Barbados, Aruba etc the family is ‘touring’ and now she is, and I quote:

Trapped in her home in Valetta, Malta. :DD
It just made me laugh when she said this. Her family lives there for some reason, and she’s sort of sour about it because she complains that it’s no fun, and she knows nobody, and Maltese is too confusing and difficult to understand and such. It was basically a conversation of her bitching for about a ½ hour, but there is shining light! After all this traveling and her abilities to be out in the sun, she has gotten a great tan!

Who would think a girl from Calgary who is pail as the day, and burns like a crisp, could be browned and have her hair done in little braids. Anyways, her 2nd homed (back in Trinidad & Tobago) where her family used to live, she is complainging that her boyfried is being too jelous as he thinks that he has something to worry about since she is good friend to me.

I really didn’t know what else to say but laugh, cause like.. What the hell does he have to be jelous of!? Roflmfao. Sure I’m cute, and cool, and supernice, but jelous of my friendship with Trish? NOW THATS an irrational fear, and obviously he has nothing to worry about becasue I’m not interessted in her (whom I’ve told on several occasions).

In better news it rained and stormed yesterday that was crazy. The rain was sooo hard, and then it started to rain ice pellets, so I ran outside and got soaked to save mom’s flowers from the damage. Anyways, the neighbour’s ‘adopted-sorta-just-staying-there’ daughter Gwen was playing in the pool with her flamboyantly, gayer-than-Richard Simmons friend Troy, who I remember from high school *shudders*

Anyways, they were in the pool and it’s thunder and lightning and they were trying to hide under the dingy for protection (as if it would do anything) but I couldn’t help but pass the thought of them getting struck by lightning. That thought was quickly supressed as I realized that I was soaking wet with no towel to dry off with. So I hid under the landing until the rain stopped and the sun came out, and then I dryed myself off in the sun, trying not to draw much attention to myself.

I’m sure one of the neighbours saw me doing yoga in the front the other day, as they have been known to ‘hide’ in the window (where I can see them anyways) and perv on me. Maybe I should just flaunt around a little bit and leave little to their imagination.

God I’m bored.. Can’t you tell? :crazy: