i need more days off like this
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verbicideToday was so lovely.
I wasn't really able to sleep in as I crashed into bed around 9:30 last night. My calves were so achy and I was out in minutes. So I woke up around 6:30 to a very excited Hobbes who wanted to be fed nownowpleasenownow! I complied, only to shut him up, then prowled around my apartment, gleeful that I could stay in it all day if I wanted to.
I caught up with Amy and then decided to treat myself to breakfast out. I went to the Hi Life and did my French homework. Sarah's right--their blueberry pancakes are the best pancakes in all of Seattle. I got a pedicure and manicure. Then I came home and after such an exhausting morning, took a nap to the background of exploding things on Battlestar Galactica. Hobbes napped with me. Purr. Though I have to admit, he's sometimes hard to nap with, because he's so excited that we're napping that he nearly concusses me with headbutts.
Post-nap, I wandered around, caught up on some TiVo (Jude Law is charming, I really don't care who he has sex with.). I finished my French homework. I'd like to say again that numbers are my nemesis. I had to play the French audio lesson over and over again to understand what the hell the guy was saying. Urgh. But I slogged through each assignment and I think I have a better grasp, if a tenuous one.
Then I spent the rest of the night catching up on BSG. I'm liking the show more, getting more invested in the characters. As savedraa77 says, it's eerie how much it reflects the post-9/11 world we have found ourselves in today. And it's creeping me out. Sarah shared the trivia that episode 8 was aired around the time of Abu Ghraib and I felt vaguely sick watching it, with all kinds of allusions flashing in my head.
Of course the problem with days off is that I end up staying up far too late because I'm too awake from all the relaxation of the day. But it's okay, I think. I think I'll feel okay tomorrow. I can't remember if Jeff will be back from his vacation tomorrow or Wednesday, but I hope he'll be there. I'm dying to catch up with him. I know we talked about having dinner tomorrow night.
And now, a cheerful meme from the journals of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rimrunner and leighdb:
1. Low key, quality time with my closest friends. Nothing makes me happier than this. Slouching somewhat slack-jawed in front of a good tv show (hell, a bad tv show) and just commenting periodically in half-formed sentences that make perfect sense only within the context of our friendship.
2. The furry goodness of Hobbsie. He is the best creature alive to nap with. So furry and so full of purrs. Naps are better than nighttime sleeping for some reason. He completely splays out lengthwise against me, using my curled up arm as a pillow and tucking his head under my chin.
3. While I love books and am constantly struggling with a to-read pile that is out of control, I love the moment that I really commit to a particular story. When it finally grabs me and makes me bolt upright in bed.
4. Moving pictures. Film and tv have a pretty tight hold on me. I love all kinds. Big budget summer blockbusters, small independent films, dramas, comedies, what have you. Nothing better than a movie living up to, or surpassing, its hype—except for maybe going to see a movie you know nothing about, on a whim, and falling completely in love with it. I still prefer watching movies in the theater (as much as I hate the mewling masses that answer cell phone calls, talk loudly to their friends, and ruin the show for the rest of us), because at home I tend to hop around and multi-task. In a movie theatre, I'm free from my own ADD and can just sit and bask in the show.
5. Falooda. My aunt's recipe. It is an almost impossible-to-describe dessert (I'd say Pakistani, but I have no idea of its actual origins). Her version includes ice cream, noodles (very thin ones made out of a special kind of flour), rose water and basil seeds. I know it sounds gross, but it's spectacular. I only get to have it once every couple of years, but it is my absolute favorite dessert.
6. Driving very fast, singing at the top of my lungs, wind whipping my hair.
7. Feeding people. I clearly get this from my mother and the 5 aunts that helped her raise me (Hrm. That makes me sound like a difficult child, I wasn't!). I still remember the first time Jeff reached across the table and helped himself to my fries without asking. Sharing food makes me very happy and makes me enjoy my own meal more.
8. Finding the perfect word for a particular situation. I love words, and when in conversation, struggling to describe something, if someone pipes up with the perfect word, it makes my day. Also connected to this is Scrabble. I don't get to play it enough, but it makes me positively giddy.
9. Lifting weights. I never thought a part of my workout regime would make this list, but I really love it (and conversely, really hate cardio except for swimming). It makes me feel strong and powerful and quite capable. It may hurt during, but it's well worth the endorphin rush afterwards.
10. French class. I love my instructor and almost always leave our hour and a half session chirping en français. Even if I go to class with a headache or in a bad mood, I always leave feeling incredibly chipper.
I wasn't really able to sleep in as I crashed into bed around 9:30 last night. My calves were so achy and I was out in minutes. So I woke up around 6:30 to a very excited Hobbes who wanted to be fed nownowpleasenownow! I complied, only to shut him up, then prowled around my apartment, gleeful that I could stay in it all day if I wanted to.
I caught up with Amy and then decided to treat myself to breakfast out. I went to the Hi Life and did my French homework. Sarah's right--their blueberry pancakes are the best pancakes in all of Seattle. I got a pedicure and manicure. Then I came home and after such an exhausting morning, took a nap to the background of exploding things on Battlestar Galactica. Hobbes napped with me. Purr. Though I have to admit, he's sometimes hard to nap with, because he's so excited that we're napping that he nearly concusses me with headbutts.
Post-nap, I wandered around, caught up on some TiVo (Jude Law is charming, I really don't care who he has sex with.). I finished my French homework. I'd like to say again that numbers are my nemesis. I had to play the French audio lesson over and over again to understand what the hell the guy was saying. Urgh. But I slogged through each assignment and I think I have a better grasp, if a tenuous one.
Then I spent the rest of the night catching up on BSG. I'm liking the show more, getting more invested in the characters. As savedraa77 says, it's eerie how much it reflects the post-9/11 world we have found ourselves in today. And it's creeping me out. Sarah shared the trivia that episode 8 was aired around the time of Abu Ghraib and I felt vaguely sick watching it, with all kinds of allusions flashing in my head.
Of course the problem with days off is that I end up staying up far too late because I'm too awake from all the relaxation of the day. But it's okay, I think. I think I'll feel okay tomorrow. I can't remember if Jeff will be back from his vacation tomorrow or Wednesday, but I hope he'll be there. I'm dying to catch up with him. I know we talked about having dinner tomorrow night.
And now, a cheerful meme from the journals of
rimrunner and leighdb:1. Low key, quality time with my closest friends. Nothing makes me happier than this. Slouching somewhat slack-jawed in front of a good tv show (hell, a bad tv show) and just commenting periodically in half-formed sentences that make perfect sense only within the context of our friendship.
2. The furry goodness of Hobbsie. He is the best creature alive to nap with. So furry and so full of purrs. Naps are better than nighttime sleeping for some reason. He completely splays out lengthwise against me, using my curled up arm as a pillow and tucking his head under my chin.
3. While I love books and am constantly struggling with a to-read pile that is out of control, I love the moment that I really commit to a particular story. When it finally grabs me and makes me bolt upright in bed.
4. Moving pictures. Film and tv have a pretty tight hold on me. I love all kinds. Big budget summer blockbusters, small independent films, dramas, comedies, what have you. Nothing better than a movie living up to, or surpassing, its hype—except for maybe going to see a movie you know nothing about, on a whim, and falling completely in love with it. I still prefer watching movies in the theater (as much as I hate the mewling masses that answer cell phone calls, talk loudly to their friends, and ruin the show for the rest of us), because at home I tend to hop around and multi-task. In a movie theatre, I'm free from my own ADD and can just sit and bask in the show.
5. Falooda. My aunt's recipe. It is an almost impossible-to-describe dessert (I'd say Pakistani, but I have no idea of its actual origins). Her version includes ice cream, noodles (very thin ones made out of a special kind of flour), rose water and basil seeds. I know it sounds gross, but it's spectacular. I only get to have it once every couple of years, but it is my absolute favorite dessert.
6. Driving very fast, singing at the top of my lungs, wind whipping my hair.
7. Feeding people. I clearly get this from my mother and the 5 aunts that helped her raise me (Hrm. That makes me sound like a difficult child, I wasn't!). I still remember the first time Jeff reached across the table and helped himself to my fries without asking. Sharing food makes me very happy and makes me enjoy my own meal more.
8. Finding the perfect word for a particular situation. I love words, and when in conversation, struggling to describe something, if someone pipes up with the perfect word, it makes my day. Also connected to this is Scrabble. I don't get to play it enough, but it makes me positively giddy.
9. Lifting weights. I never thought a part of my workout regime would make this list, but I really love it (and conversely, really hate cardio except for swimming). It makes me feel strong and powerful and quite capable. It may hurt during, but it's well worth the endorphin rush afterwards.
10. French class. I love my instructor and almost always leave our hour and a half session chirping en français. Even if I go to class with a headache or in a bad mood, I always leave feeling incredibly chipper.
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Date: 2005-08-23 12:24 pm (UTC)BSG is a great show, isn't it? Although I'm peeved I missed one episode this season *waaaah*
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Date: 2005-08-23 07:45 pm (UTC)BSG is fun so far. I'm not crazy about it like Firefly, but I'm curious enough and care enough about the characters to keep going.
Which ep did you miss? (The recaps at televisionwithoutpity.com are fabulous.)
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Date: 2005-08-23 07:48 pm (UTC)Hobbsie the Flying Kitty! Hah!
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Date: 2005-08-23 07:52 pm (UTC)Sometimes, I have to admit, I love TWOP's recaps more than I even do the show. They're intensely detailed and freaking hilarious. Go! Look now! *grin*
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Date: 2005-08-23 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-23 09:52 pm (UTC)Yes--I did! The Tom Zarek episode was ...well, it kept cracking me up because I kept thinking, "You used to be Apollo!"
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Date: 2005-08-23 10:31 pm (UTC)Maybe I'll have to get around to downloading those, even though I'm oddly loathe to download videos for stuff like that. (And it's not like I have the time to watch it, anyway.)
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Date: 2005-08-23 10:43 pm (UTC)I can burn you a couple of dvds and mail them to you (I hate dl'ing too, I'm too impatient).
Let me know! :)
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Date: 2005-08-23 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-23 10:57 pm (UTC)I still have to get the second disc from Sarah, but then I can make you a copy :)