Living Alone

One of my most recent adventures (with much subtext and footnotes) has me living alone for the first time in my life, not counting Bubbles the fish. I've been working my living-alone mojo and realized, again, this morning that I LOVE sleeping diagonally in my bed. It's been a trend for many weeks now and I still wake up worried that I need to scoot over...and then I don't.

Today is my last day of summer break before grad school starts up all over again. I slept in (diagonally), made at least four espresso shots that I didn't have to share (this apartment has a shortage of plugs and my coffee pot moved to the day job), practiced for a few hours, and then came home to watch cheesey chick flicks.

Again, since I'm living alone, I had neither cooing roommates nor hesitant males in the same room as I watched a very predictable happy-ending movie. I was able to squeal at the cutesy parts, "AW" at the big love scenes, and get a wee bit teary at the finale all without any eye-witnesses.

I still think the suckiest part of living alone is that dishes don't washed on a regular basis (I will one day live with either a dishwasher or a bigger sink) and the dirty laundry hangs out longer that I like (laundry is a boy's job). I also find I talk to Bubbles quite a bit, which either points to me being a bit of an extrovert, or some wierd chick living alone who talks to her fish. I'm not sure which...

An Erinku!
M&Ms
in my fridge
make me happy
I like Bob Ross
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bob_Ross

On Insanity

There are times when I dive right in to insane projects. Take, for instance, the 3-Day-Novel contest. You spend your entire Labor Day weekend sitting around writing a novel. You end up eating strange foods, not showering regularly, and have a (short) book by the end. I started this project at 12:00 a.m. on Saturday and am still going. Sadly, I ended up scrapping the first attempt and am now on the second one. I needed a break from writing and decided a blog would be a good idea while I wait for my espresso to brew and my breakfast to cook.

I routinely say yes to doing insane things. The next big one is that I said yes to, and am now making a public commitment, is doing a 10k in the spring in Oregon. That is a bit insane from my end, but a good kind of insane, I think. One could argue that going to music school is insane and another person could argue that having a purple bookshelf is insane. All I know is that I have a lot of energy and when I get bored, big projects are planned and completed in a very short amount of time.

I watched the movie "Julie and Julia" and thought that was a cool idea. I'm a pretty terrible cook and much more vegetarian than Julia Childs, so I decided to very slowly work my way through my jumbo Moosewood Cookbook. It's slow going but kind of fun to expand the dishes I can make. I don't like potato pancakes, however, and I have a few more of those recipes in there. I really don't understand the point of potato pancakes. Just make hashbrowns; they're easier. Hmm. I've been ranting about potato pancakes in my book, too. This seems to be a topic.

Anyway, I've been staying up until 3 or 4 each morning, getting up in the double-digits, writing for a good 8-9 hours, practicing for 2 hours, and then watching a bit of Netflix before falling asleep. It feels good and natural. Now if I can only get paid to live like this...

Moral of today's pancake: hashbrown.

An Erinku:
there is a thing
called the sun
I'll see you
soon