Lovely, lovely people of KZN, are you melting yet? I drove into town, with the windows down and the heat rolling through old Atticus like a 180 Degree oven on full blast (it was 43.5 Degrees truth be told). Poor Nemo said that he's never experienced heat the likes of it in his life before (these Gauteng people, I tell you).
Right now, I'm lying in bed, with my air-conditioner on full blast (21 degrees, thank you very much), my curtains closed, and my insides cooling off from their trauma in the sauna outside. I'm probably going to fall asleep any minute (I've been up most of the night), but before I do, I thought I'd fill you guys in on my week - seeing as I haven't had much time to do that at all.
It's been HECTIC! Around here, there's no such thing as simply "Eid Day", it's Eid Week. Our house in the main house, and so we get inundated by guests on a regular basis - but hey, God says that guests bring prosperity into the home, so I'm not really complaining (just saying). And I turned into our temporary house cleaner - in addition, I had to watch my sugar-loving grandfather like a hawk (because he somehow doesn't grasp the concept that syrup soaked sweetmeats are most definitely going to shove your glucose levels through the atmosphere). Add to that my Thursday, which was quite a pissy affair on SO many levels that it really is too disgusting to be hilarious any more (taking old people in for their urine tests really bites the dust - Dear God, please never let me reach a stage in my life where I lose all sense of dignity and decorum) - and the fact that Ordinary Guy totally kicked me out of The Spike (his beloved car) so that he could go to gym! (ok fine, in all fairness, he offered to cancel and I told him not to - because if it were me and my running, I wouldn't want to have to forgo it either - endorphins are vital! And, I'd rather he be a regular gym-er than a couch potato)...and then, Nemo and I spent the evening on 9Gag - we all know, I need not say any more.
And then we come to Friday. Nemo and I took a drive to town - on separate missions. Quality time with Bob, which was much needed, was as usual, an awesome affair. Poor Nemo was a bit traumatized by my need for speed, but he held up admirably, and also, (quite wonderfully) discovered the Chinch-socket for auxilliary music, so that we could make use of his very awesome iPhone in the car (D, I was bust on your behalf - every single female ZMS Matriculant of 2008 will understand exactly what is so hilarious about that gadget). Also, I received my hard copy of my last semester results in the mail - all distinctions baby! (Yeah, Ordinary Guy is probably laughing his ass off - but we all can't be hardcore geeks and score distinctions on our distinctions like him, now can we?). Thanks to 5FM, Nemo and I also discovered the Deadmau5 and Gerard Way collaboration, "Professional Grieffers" - if you haven't heard it, go and find it, NOW! - though really, the Deadmau5 instrumental is probably better. And then, Nemo introduced me to "Breaking Bad" - I spent the first 10minutes of the first episode, going, "wtf?!" and by the end, I really wanted to watch the next one. Then, we spent the evening (after a few guests had come and gone) shooting hoops in the back yard - and let me just tell you, shooting hoops in stilettos, totally requires skill! I would absolutely high five myself, if that didn't seem on the top-side of lame. And, Ordinary Guy did eventually call - amazing how he managed to fit time for me in his very busy schedule yesterday (only a hint of sarcasm there, I swear) just as I fell off to sleep. And then, I was up all night. Till 4am.
And I wake up and am told that a cousin of mine has passed away...
At least I got to go for my morning jog, now that Ramadaan is over - it was just 2k's, but honest to goodness, it made me feel so good! The parents have officially taken off to JHB, to attend the funeral, leaving the three idiots in charge of the house and old person. I earned myself a free lunch today though! Nemo didn't believe I'd eat a Nando's extra hot meal without exploding - and I totally did, and in addition, didn't even need any liquids to cool my palette down in between bites (what?! I'm an Indian ok) - so whoop, thanks Nemo for buying my lunch. And, the brothership is trying to coax us into our own personal version of The Hangover vs Project X, but quite frankly, neither is possible considering we'll never get high on anything stronger than chilli powder around here.
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