Well, normally you’d have had at least two posts in this stretch of time. I’ve been up to other creative endeavors lately. For one thing, I rearranged my apartment and cleaned it pretty thoroughly. There’s something genetically latent in me that just loves walking into a clean apartment at the end of the day. I’ve been getting my recycle/green/hippy thing on and taking all these disposable plastic bags I’ve got saved, cutting them into rectangles and then ironing them together 5 or 6 sheets thick. Then I iron three of the sides together, flip the whole bag inside out and (*TA DA!*) it’s a tote-bag. Well, it’s a tote bag once I fashion and attach a strap from a larger, heavier-duty bag by ironing it into the seams. If that was all a little hard to follow, I’ll post pictures of ‘em soon enuff. They come out quite nice, actually.
I’ve done a bit of baking, though I’m a tad behind in that department. I made what I affectionately call “grown up” bread last week. It’s made from whole wheat flour, a cup of Guinness and a cup of strong coffee. It tastes like grown-up things. I made some mediocre raisin-bran muffins and pawned them off on my friends heading down to N. Carolina for the week. They loved them and I only ate 3 or 4 of them myself. Then, on Sunday night, I finished off my giant bag-o-raisins and made some really delicious oatmeal-cinnamon-raisin bread. I think John dubbed it “breakfast bread” and I’m incline to run with that moniker. I’m scared to bake anything else cuz I ate just about all that damn breakfast bread by myself and now feel like a fatty. However, I anticipate some more bran-muffins this weekend and maybe some chocolate chip cookies when my girls get back from the shore.
I have friends who go to the shore! How east-coast of me.
I met a girl coming up on two weeks ago now who was very interesting. Gonna be an Emerson senior next year. Literature major. From the south. Raised by a fundy pastor dad and now an atheist. Spent the better part of a drunken hour trying to convince me to smoke pot with her. Smart and fascinating, but we were pretty clearly about different stuff. Still, took her on a date last Thursday and had a damn good time. Stayed out late and talked and talked. I offered a second date a few days ago and she didn’t return my call. Probably for the best, since I was gonna let her know I wasn’t interested in romantic thing and that we were in different places and blah, blah, blah, lets just be friends.
Come to think of it…she lives in East Boston. Like, bumble-F East Boston. Yeah, even as friends, this never had a chance.
BTW, all the pictures in this post are ones I took myself. I’m finally getting that digital camera I got for Christmas some use. How embarrassing.
What I’m…
Reading: All The Pretty Horses by Cormac McCarthy
Watching: Friends With Money (Film, 2007)
Wearing: American Eagle skinny-ish jeans, Thrift-store button down, H&M cotton sweater, Black on Black Chucks
Working On: A short story about hipsters and professors.
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