Melting

Summer is officially here (for a week now) which means that it's ok to complain about the weather. It's so hot and humid I almost vomited today, for real. I've taken two showers already, going on my third. The cat doesn't want to be touched and neither do I. It's time to install the AC.

(Det finns inga dåliga kläder, bara dåligt väder.)

Lock

I just bought one of those humongous chains to lock up my bicycle. I've decided that I'm going to bike to work when I work at the studio in Brooklyn; hence, the purchase. The lock is so heavy it makes my bike tip over when the lock rests on it. It makes me tip over too when I carry it over my shoulder, but it looks pretty damn cool.

Massage

Being a massage therapist is pretty awesome. I can support myself - pay rent and bills and have money left over for a bottle of pinot on Fridays - by only working about ten to twelve hours a week. That's one quarter of the time that normal people put in weekly.

Also, I get to set my own schedule (will never work before 11am) and I decide where to work (won't travel north of 14th street, ideally). Not too shabby if you'd ask me. I'm affiliated with three different places, one chiropractic clinic and two trainer/yoga studios. They hook me up with clients, I hook myself (and them) up with some dough.

Oh, and I've also learned how to file my nails like a pro. No more biting.

Hooky

There's a guy in my physics class who's a post-bacc student (like me), in his early thirties (like me), who's still working his office-job (unlike me), sales for some Internet security company or something. He 's applying to med-school.

I asked him how he's able to take summer-classes with a full-time career type o' job, since summer classes take up the 8am-1:30pm hours of the day.

"You can be that flexible with your hours at your job?" I asked, and he said "Not really, they think I'm 'working-from-home' in the mornings."

Careful

During neurotic times it's easy to fall into thought-patterns and worries such as - "did I lock the door?" (when you're on the way to the train) or "did I turn off the stove?" (after you convinced yourself that you did lock the door), or "is the cat inside?" (even though you know he's jumped back into bed).

If you're in an especially neurotic mood you might even walk back to the apartment to check the door, the stove and the cat. All in order.

If you're Swedish, you might even make sure that all the outlets are left unplugged (especially if there's a thunderstorm) and that none of the radiators are on (and forget stepping on leaves or cracks in the sidewalk).

Anyway, I came home this evening and the iron was still on. God have mercy. It just sat there on top of the ironing board, hot as hell, and did nothing other than being steamy hot. The house didn't burn down, as you'd think it would if you left an iron unattended.

This experience has left me utterly confused.

Physics

Back in the day when I was in college for real, my dorm-friends and I coined the phrase "How Hunter of you" if someone did something totally irrational or stupid. This refers to the incompetency of, or maybe I should say - the lack of care for the students by the administration at Hunter College.

How many Hunter students have cried outside the Bursar's office? How many students have hyperventilated at the Registrars office aka the Oasis, or "The O-aaasis" if you get the answering machine? A lot. Probably a huge percentage of the student body.

Last week I got Hunter-ed again. Now as a real grown-up. I went online to check my summer schedule and magically I had been dropped from Physics. What the...?

Called Hunter. Result: "If we ain't got yo' check, you ain't got no class." Without warning they had deleted me from the class.

Luckily, Monday morning, after begging the Physics lady to get into the class (she said no) my sister went online and randomly entered numbers to try to register me. Voila! She got me in! Must be because she's good with Math. I'm in.