Iva’s WTF site – Squirrelism.net

I always give blank stares and shake my head in disbelief when people tell me how much they love summer. For me, it’s the worst season of the year. Heat, heat, heat, heat and more heat. I understand that it is perfectly bearable in countries where summer temperature is what we already have in May and what we have during the nights in June, July and August (if we’re lucky, that is); but I seriously don’t understand how someone can praise temperatures from 30 to 35, dangerous ultraviolet rays, sweaty and smelly people everywhere, way too many barely dressed young girls showing too much of their, very often unnaturally tanned bodies (redlight special: butt cracks peeping out of way-too-low cut clothes…eww) and way too many barely dressed old men showing too much of their bodily hair. Not to mention food defrosting, drinks getting warm after a couple of minutes, natural cosmetics rottening. Summer? Nooo, thanks. Only if I could spend it in some nice place outside, perhaps. But that would be too crowded. I don’t know. I don’t like summer and it’s a fact.

Actually, a temperature of 30-35 degrees Celsius would be acceptable right now. Why? Because the termomether on our balcony now says it’s forty five degrees. Weather reports say it’s 42, it was 43 earlier today and it definitely was 45 on Sunday, the day when Mira said it was 52 in her street.

Seeing that it’s 17 degrees in Ireland, 22 in England, France and Czech Republic and that the only worse countries in terms of temperature than us know are Iraq, United Arab Emirates Syria and Saudi Arabia, I don’t know what to think. Ummm…hello? This is Europe. It’s not a middle-east desert country, we have trees, rivers and all those nice things.

They say the sky will be particularly cloudy tomorrow, that there’s a chance of a rainshower as well. Temperature? Pure heaven compared to this: 16 degrees during the night and 29 degrees at the “worst” point during the day. They also say that many people might have health problems because of such a huge change. I’m going to have a health problem too: I’ll go hysteric from happiness if it happens.

And then people ask me why I’d move to Antartica…bleh.

Thank you, dear Melanie, for reminding me that I should write. The other thing that reminded me that I have my own personal corner of cyberworld to rant on was the email about donations and ad deals on Despair.nu. I’d so love to help them out, but I don’t have a credit card and, even if I did, we don’t have Paypal in Serbia. So, the only thing I can do is bold the letters and tell those who can to go and help Despair.nu out!

Also, thank you, wonderful Fruityoaty for nudging me yet again. If I ever get to see you, you’ll get a Bonžita, the best fruit and oat bar ever.

Well, one can guess I’ve been very very busy lately. I still need to reply to a bunch of mails, comments, look at people’s work and take care of my online stuff a bit.

Anyway, June 2007 was a hell of a month, so was the first half of July. I simply had no way to keep up with everything. It started with my bosses getting us to work on some stuff that would present our company better at the EXIT festival. At some moment, everyone forgot about me, so I didn’t get to go there and be present at all. It’s not like I wanted to go, but…this thing confuses me.

Somewhere at the beginning of the month, my dad’s old car was stolen. Police found it a couple of days later…but…but…in an unbelievable place. See what I’m talking about? That suuure got me slightly…confused. I asked myself the typical Why me? question. Seriously, out of all the people, why did such a bizzare thing happen to us?

The other why me moment came at the end of the month. Unluckily, yes, it happened at the festival where Red Hot Chili Peppers were the headlining band. It was something I was waiting for so long: to see them play here in Serbia. And I went through hell that day. We all did. And we ended up front, everything started out good…and then poor dear John started feeling ill and the show was cut for two songs, two jams and most likely one drum jam as well. Then a thunderstorm started and it turned into a complete hell.

Ironically, this Saturday, I took my mom to see the Rolling Stones and everything was flawless, perfect. As if the above was not meant to be.

I’m looking around people’s galleries on dA and websites; I see how people actually have the time to create something and improve, while I’m sort of…standing in one place at the moment. Let’s hope that it will change and that I’ll have some time to create in near future.

Links for you to check:
The video of GOATS I promised ages ago
Photos from Green Fest…OK, mostly of John
Media from Green Fest…yes, mostly John again
Photos from the Rolling Stones’ concert

Off I go to work on my OVERDUE job assignments, reply to four hundred emails, update all of my online things, clean my room and…god, it’s a long list, only thinking of it makes me sick.