WHERE IN THE CARMEN SANDIEGO ? Part 1 – THE BORING BITS-

Preface : this weeks blog is quite the monster. Hence the 2-parter. Things start off grim, but pick up later on. Stick with the story & you will see how the beginning bit evolves into excelsior towards the end. For those wanting to select between the good, bad & ugly bits, they will be laid out for you.

The Ugly Bits

Where in the Carmen Sandiego have I been you may ask ? Well, unfortunately things have not been terribly exciting over this way. I’m not all too sure what happened, but at some point about 3 weeks back I found myself in a terrible funk that was hard to break. Lots of time was simply spent at home, enjoying alone time. That may sound just fine to most, but my alone time spanned nearly a month & a half. Sometimes I’m absolutely astounded by how little human contact I need to get by. Yes, of course there were classes & babysitting to do, but ultimately things boiled down to my unenthusiasm for pretty much everything. If it sounds depressing, be assured that it is not. I have this horrifically terrible disposition of constantly diagnosing myself with issues whenever things go awry. After the complete terror & mindwave of last May, I spent most of the summer convincing myself I had Candida, & that was the true culprit of my mental & physical disorders. In the end, I think every human experiences their own fluctuations with or sans raison so no need to dwell too long on their origins. Cyclical mind movements. Typically the worst kind of movements. But for the moment they’ve moved right along & I’m back on track with my oh so exhilarating social life.

During these past couple weeks, Charlotte was out of town. It came just in time because we kept having several run-ins that never seemed to turn out all too well. There was the pot incident where she confronted me about a boiling pan that had one too many scratch marks on the bottom of it for her liking. If it wasn’t that, there was the case about not closing the oven door properly. Or putting away sheets. All these cases make me out to sound like an utter pig, but I nearly want to debate the validity of her claims. How is she so convinced that I was the one up to all these doings and not herself (or boyfriend for that matter) ? All that aside, she went back home for a bit because she started feeling herself become a bit depressed due to the lack of job & the over dependence on her boyfriend. I can completely understand her concerns, so I tried to bite my tongue when possible to keep on keeping on. We’ve worked out a good system as far as living & communicating goes, but we took another little dip when she told me a day in advance that her mother was coming back in town. For ten days. So. Just something to keep in mind.

The Good Bits

And by keeping on, let’s turn to that health kick now shall we ? I decided to up my endorphin intake & paid for one Cardio Jam course & managed to weasel in a free bout of Zumba. Initial responses include : love – hate. In that exact order. Cardio Jam was led by a woman no younger than 50 but with the energy of any little 16 year old Disney-ette. She had my heart racing, body ache-ing, & forehead sweating after a good 15 minutes. Needless to say the entire 60 minutes were quite enjoyable. Not to get overtly naughty with this, but I do really enjoy a good sweaty workout. Everything just feels better, not just mentally. I like that weird play-doughy feeling you get after tossing your arms, legs, back or whatever else around. Zumba, on the other hand, was quite the let down. Perhaps I’ve truly become an old person, because I’m pretty stuck in my rut as far as workouts are concerned. I know what I like, and Zumba is just not hitting the mark. 

Keeping the mind occupied with getting back onto the right track physically, I’ve also decided to toss in a bit of random knowledge here and there. Working through quite a lot of documentaries & more random facts (I dare you to ask me how and where the ampersand sign originated from), I’ve been functioning like a proper human being these days with all the right characteristics to almost pass for an adult. Minus the whole passport & financial crisis (something I like to dub my own personal poor years).

Alas, life would not be complete without Mister Twirler attempting to make a comeback. It’s been an entire 5 holidays that have past since we last saw each other (our one & only time), but he still has the gusto to ask : Salut cest mister twirler Jaimerai savoir si il me reste une chance de te revoir?. First of all, I read just that day  about a lot about rape in the military & figured I might as well give the kid what he needs to save some undeserving woman that job. Second off, for some reason I sympathize with a man’s sexual desperation. Third of all, didn’t he already leave for the marines ? But the general consensus is that I’m clearly a prostitute in the making. If only I wasn’t so shy. Right ?

And with this boring post now out of the way, onto The Sexy Bits.