Hot Sticky Love Knots

Everything is hot and sticky. The sides of buildings are wet with sweat, the streets are hot and hazy and everyone is pissed off. All the joy of summer, innit?

I love it to be honest. I wait all year for the hot, humid weather to bother the hell out of people. But it's usually not in May (yeah, I wrote this blog in May, and just posting it now). This kind of weather usually doesn't come until mid-June - I guess Global Warming is becoming more evident. I love it when people say "this shit ain't right, Canada should not be this damn hot, it's just nasty", because I can't get enough of this weather. I live for it, and when someone utters those words I just smile inside.

I smile inside about a lot of things. Well - not a lot, I s'pose - but there are things that I just can't help smiling about. This is especially true with some books I read. There are very few authors that actually make me smile, and Chuck Klosterman is one of them. Everything he says just sounds so much like 'that guy' you used to know. He sounds a lot like me when I talk, but with a lot better grammar. And on the same note, Joanne Kathleen Rowling is another author that brings a smile to my inside. She is just too amazing. Too amazing. Have I already mentioned that? So I think you get the point of what I am trying to say now. So I am going to let you know that for the rest of this blog I am going to ramble on about random things that have been bothering me/making me happy/ Because we all need to vent somehow.

Yeah, so I am really content with a few things in my life right now. It just seems to be going good. A possible new person I like (don't tell anyone) and I am doing fairly well in school. I just feel like singing to myself, even if my voice makes ears bleed.

Friday (as in June 1st) was a great, great night. I went to my friend Samantha's birthday party and I got to hang out with all my closest friends which was naturally a blast. Who doesn't have a blast when they hang out with friends? Seriously. Yeah, and now I have run out of things to say. Well that was my ramble. If you are still reading this, I pity you.