Hung and I discussed what has become of us, the liveliness that consumed us when we first me has given way to boring-ness. I read about events that go on in Los Angeles on a weekly basis and decide not to go to them, the parking, the traffic, the hipsters. Meh, I stay at home like a grouchy old woman. Too cheap and lazy to go elsewhere I find things to do outside of TF2.
What we did last Friday night:
- Started a composting pit in the yard. Yes I dug holes for food waste, so I can eventually take up gardening this plot of land.
- Contemplating vermi-composting to be quasi-hippy (already shopping for a commuter bike).
- Cleaning our room. Re-organizing closet space
- Buying feather shuttlecocks to play at the badminton club.
- Going to the 99 Cent store
- Going to Ralphs.
It’s funny how co-habitation has made a boring weekend tolerable, during college I’d be screaming to get outside, to do something, to go somewhere. I’m sure $5 gas is also convincing, but there’s a type of stability that this relationship brings, that it must help me quash that void somewhere. Somehow being together makes it okay to stay-in. That and the thought of Hung finishing his studies so we can do the things on our list:
I want to get married, I want to provide you the guest, with an open bar. I want to have children, I want to own a home, and I want to add a center speaker to my Polk home theater system. I want to go to Europe, to see a World Cup, go to a winter Olympics, and go to Hong Kong to eat dim sum. I want to get some new lenses, go on road trips, take my nieces out, and the list continues…
That said, this weekend I won’t be home, but I’ve been really dying to take a crack and cleaning the shower doors in our bathroom. Alas, next time.
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