Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Rantable

Okay, so I haven't really been in a mood to blog. I mean I WANT to blog, I just seriously...seriously... have nothing to say. Then there's that whole May challenge which although I already disclaimed as not taking literally, it's still there and I know I want to get through it some time or the other. But procrastinating that sort of, to be honest, makes me want to procrastinate the whole blogging thing. Not a direct relationship but still one I can't say doesn't exist.

The last two weeks have been sort of 'blah'. I mean not that anything really bad is happening or ... well I don't know. I just feel blah. You know, there are some days you wake up and jump out of bed ready to go, or you're just happy. But I can't remember the last time I really felt that way. 

And I'm dwelling on this fact moreso because it's been raining the last two days and Summer has just disappeared. Okay okay so it hasn't disappeared. It's there or well not literally here yet, it's still Spring and as such this is supposed to be typical but the last bout of really hot nice weather makes one instinctively think to themself, 'yay, summer is here'. BUT ITS NOT.

Okay, now you're wondering where this is all coming from. I don't know either. I just need sunshine. And a nice drink. And ummm ok I won't push my luck.

But seriously this blahness is kind of pissing me off. I wake up in the morning and still feel absolutely sleepy, so what do I do? I shower and brush and then jump back in bed. Then I sleep. Or try to sleep. For another 20 minutes. And if that doesn't make me a lazy lump of lethargy then I don't know what does. Oh, wait maybe also sleeping the two hours on the way to work does. I need to stimulate my brain cells. I'm becoming a vegetable. I need to go out in the morning sunshine and take a run around the fields. Or something. I need to wake up to awesome music and spring out of bed ready to dance with my hairbrush. 

Speaking of hairbrush. Even my hair is feeling blah. I love it, don't get me wrong. But then, I go out in this windy rainy weather and somehow I just feel it all go limpy and soggy and whatever. Cue more blahness. I don't even look in the mirror in the morning really- not because I'm scared of what I'll see, trust me I'm not that far gone. But I don't care to make that extra effort. I comb my hair, put on my lotion, and that's it. 

And what just takes the cake are those smelly and annoying weirdos on the transit. If there is anything I cannot take that's really bad [body] odour. I mean....ugh. Okay cannot think about this in too much detail or else will have to go throwup. But yeah. And then they sit all smirky across from you and cross their legs over the knee in that weird not-straight fashion. Um okay. First you're all pervy at me and now you're acting all gay? This is a true story from not so long ago mind you (yesterday evening). And, speaking of which, he was wearing somewhat effeminate flats (shoes) and when he crossed his leg over his knees, the way women do, his pant leg rose up his leg. Ewww. Body odour, now flaky dry skin dust on top of bad weather. Cannot breathe.

Plus everyone is sneezing sporadically. I'm sneezing, my coworkers are sneezing, even my poor little kitten is sneezing.  It gets hot then cold then hot then cold. And then wonders why everyone is miserable with the sniffles. Gosh! Bloody weather.


This post is sponsored by the Blog Every Day in May Challenge:
Day 22, : Rant about something. Get up on your soapbox and tell us how you really feel.