So I have
been home from college for a week already and this Summer is already flying by. Just
last week my dad arrived at my dorm door with a collapsible hand truck he
purchased just to move me out of my dorm, several bungee cords, and like 5
commercial sized trash bags. Moving out is no joke to my father. We proceeded
to move all of my belongings out of my room. I like to consider myself a
minimalist, but after moving out enough clothing and shoes to clothe half of
Africa and enough craft supplies to stock your local Hobby Lobby, I began to
re-think that label. Halfway between packing my eighth pair of colored ballet
flats and my sixty-five marker Sharpie collection, I realized that I possess entirely too much stuff. But regardless, my dad and I succeeded in packing up
the car in a way that defies all the laws of space and gravity and driving back
to Maryland.
Since my
homecoming I have done several important, and obviously life changing things.
First off, as all of my loyal followers have probably noticed, I decided to
change the template on my blog to something that was more fitting to the style
of my writing than it's previous theme. I just felt that my current blog theme
"Ethereal" really did not fit my tendencies to rant sarcastically and
talk about food. Looking for a new theme that defined me did not prove as
successful as I had hoped it would be. None of the things that I searched for
rendered any results. "Naps" was a no-go, as was my search for
"cheetos." Naturally after those fails I did not even try "viral
cat memes" or "pithy remarks." Instead I settled on one called
"Matala" because if that doesn't scream cheeto-loving, sarcastic
college blogger, I don't know what does.
A few days
into break, I decided to renew my gym membership from last summer. After a
lengthy ordeal with the BRILLIANT (read: complete idiot) girl that worked the
front desk, I was officially one of those people who pays to run, walk and bike
nowhere and lift heavy pounds of nothing. Because while I really do like going
to the gym, the irony of "running" 10 miles without actually going
anywhere and "lifting" 100 pounds without actually accomplishing
anything is not lost on me. (Disclaimer: I neither run 10 miles nor lift 100
pounds on a regular basis… but hopefully that is obvious.) My first day back to
the gym I rolled in wearing my knock-off Nike shorts that are actually from
Walmart and my sporty bra, and proceeded to do a standard workout, one that I
am used to and have done probably 50 times.
I thought I would go easy on myself
the first day back, ease into the Summer workout plan that will inevitably
devolve into me paying $10 a month to drive by the gym guiltily on my way to
and from work. But apparently I was not easy enough on myself, because at the
end of my workout I proceeded to pass out. Now I have never passed out in my
life. I don't do things like that. I give blood, and run for miles, and go
without eating for hours and I am completely fine. But not that day. No,
instead I found myself on the floor surrounded by well-meaning elderly folks
and mothers and, of course, another "brilliant" desk attendant, all
of whom were very worried about my well-being. I was mostly worried about my
pride, which at that moment had taken an incredible hit, but I managed to
convince them I was fine, that I didn't need emergency treatment, and that this
was just a low blood sugar incident or something. I sincerely hope this never
happens again, but from the whole experience I gained a huge dose of humility,
a free juice, and a pounding headache. It was a treat.
The only
other thing I've really done since being home, aside from an alarming number of
hours playing computer games and watching an obscene number of 90s sitcom
re-runs, has been to return to the Italian Ice shop that I have worked in for
the past five summers. But more on that later. I wouldn't want to give away all
of the fun in my first Summer blog post! What does Summer have in store for me,
you may ask? Well a lot of working, and hopefully a lot of fun, but definitely
a lot of blogging, because nothing fuels my sarcastic synapses like this
Maryland Summer heat, so stay tuned, because by the looks of this first entry,
you are in for one WILD (read: mundane, and completely ordinary) ride!
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