Of Bugs, Tropical Climates and Narcissism. What?

I am contemplating never living in a tropical climate again, like seriously. I don't know where to begin but from the humidity (i don't mind the heat because heat means i get a tan), yucky rain feeling, and lets see, the insects. Gross. too much for me to handle. I have to be on a constant lookout for insects. I don't know if its because of the nature of the climate or that our house is dirty (even if it was, i would still blame the climate). So, those of you in non-tropical climate places, always craving for the sun, the warmth..embrace it! but then again, grass is always greener on the other side... 

So highlight of the day, I ATTEMPTED to go out all by myself. Out, as in, wide open public areas. I have this weird and awkward thing about being alone for some unknown reason. It's difficult to explain. Never imagined myself to be one who roams streets alone, so I decided to try it out today. Parked my bicycle, found a spot where I figured if I read my book and crouch and hide, I'd feel less awkward. But, within 5minutes, I was on the phone with Reena (she rang me so technically it's not my fault), who is by the way, ready to live it up in Melbourne city. Excitement for her and 8 days for me, I digress.

I couldn't handle just keeping myself occupied, ALONE. Minutes later, I saw Paul and Melita directly opposite from where I was sitting and I rang them immediately. So, I was alone (in public) for a total of 15 minutes, if you include me riding my bike to town. Haha. Such a lame achievement. The funny thing is, when I'm out with someone, sometimes I don't even have to talk to them. We can both sort of do our own thing, so alone but together? And I'm fine with that. Gee, life is strange. 

Got these three days off, I have to clean the house. Because. I. Saw. Ants. In. My. Cereal. I HATE THIS. Oh, but I'm thinking of cooking like a good dinner for myself one of these days. Maybe some pork cutlets with a Moroccan marinade? 

Just watched part of a SNL episode with taylor swift as host. I heard the taylor+taylor is going on. WHAT. Because, oh-mi-god, he is mine. I have like a list (yes, another list so shut up) of potential husbands. he is on that list. for example, i have disallowed my housemate from touching Bradley Cooper because he is mine, i think he's number 8? Taylor is, number 11. Maybe New Moon will move him up the list. So it better be good. 

Oh, i speak like i know them personally (maybe i do?). how terribly narcissistic of me. but then again, i don't know how narcissism got into my genes. Perhaps i could blame them on one of those personality quizzes my friend recommended which said "You are likely to be overconfident and narcissistic in many situations, blah blah.... (i didn't bother reading the rest)". Sounds like a whole other topic for a whole other day. 

p.s. mannn, that juice tasted bad.