Humidity.

Humid days always have their way of making my body feel… heavy. It’s almost as if the moisture in the air collects itself inside of me and just pools. Shallow breathing, pounding head, staggering speech. I’m not a fan of the humid summer days.

I’ve got an interview for a part time job on Friday; The Bay. It’s only part time, so it shouldn’t be too extensive and stressful. And The Bay is a nice atmosphere, I’ve been there a couple times before. It’s a group interview, which are always a bit intimidating. I’m hoping it will be fine, I’ve done them before after all. We’ll have to see.

Tomorrow’s Canada Day. Should be interesting. I usually don’t do anything for the holiday, except for last year when a couple of friends and I set off some fireworks, went swimming, and did the generic “get together” type deal.  This year my boyfriend’s parents are having a little barbecue and then he’s taking me downtown to see the fireworks display they’ve got going on. Fireworks are always so pretty, so it should be nice.

So the start of July means I’m just that much closer to the end of the month, which is when I have my 19th birthday. My friends back home want me to bus back so that I can “get drunk small town style”, but I’m not entirely sure that’s what I want. I’m not a huge fan of the big party scene anymore. Sure, a year ago I was all for it — I’d drink whatever you’d put in my face and have a grand old time. But back then I wasn’t afraid of going outside in public for long periods on my own. Besides, I got a little upset when my boyfriend made it seem like me asking for him to spend a day away from his computer for my birthday, and he ended up saying that if it meant that much to me, that he wouldn’t mind doing that. I can’t just be like, “Oh, nevermind. I’m going back home to get drunk.” No, I don’t really want to do that.

I thought I had a lot more for this entry, but apparently I don’t. Maybe I will try again later.