I haven't left my apartment in over 28 hours!!

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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Ahhh…the first two days in which I haven’t had to go to work or class in over three months. Yesterday I stocked up on in-house vacation nessecities, ice cream, apple pie, yogurt and granola, and ginger ale. I stopped by the used book store and picked up three paperback mysteries (a Robert Parker, a Diane Mott Davidson, and one that ended up being a ghost story…ooooh, spooooky…) and a copy of I Know This Much is True. I have finished two of the paperbacks, am half way through the other, and have been intermittenly (and I REALLY mean that) cleaning in preparations for my friends who will be desending upon me next week (Thanksgiving and my 21st. woohoo!) and studying for a Big Scary Anthropology Exam.

It snowed about a half an inch last night, and while it’s not the first time this year, and as much as I complain about the white shit , there is something so soothing about waking to a snow covered world. The light changes, and I feel like nesting. So I cooked myself a big pot of pasta with a new invention, black bean and garlic sauce. Yummers. My cat is delighted with the amount of time she has been able to spend curled up below my throat, and keeps curling her toes under, which I know means “Boy, I am one happy kitty.”

Isn’t it amazing what two days in your messy old apartment alone can do for a body? I highly suggest shutting yourself in whatever dwelling you call home, for a day or two and read silly mysteries. It’s good for the soul.

How was everyone else’s weekends?

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I spent most of the weekend at the theatre - we’re moving the costume and prop department to the other end of the building.
Yesterday - Painting the floor (‘terra cotta’ - really nice with the ‘salmon mousse’ walls they finished Friday), shaking out bolts of cloth, hanging costumes, toting props from one end of the building to the other, throwing out broken items, and then managed to see most of a production of “The Cherry Orchard” (different theatre company) before I fell asleep during the 1st act in the front row! (and it was an excellent production, too! :mad: ). Mentally awake, physially exhausted.
Today - Back to the theatre, more moving, then parking cars in the theatre backyard, since we share the parking lot with the Art Museum and they have a big event during our matinee show.
Home now and ready to drop.

But I know what you mean - some weekends, I am not outside from Friday evening when I get home til Monday morning when I go back to work. Just me, and HyperKitty, and Zeus the cockatiel, and Mahler or NPR on the sterero.

Hope the Anthro exam goes well.
21st birthday? Well, happy in advance.

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A few years ago, I spent an entire weekend in my apartment. My roommates made fun of me for it for a year, but I had better things to do than meet the outside world. Give me a book, internet access, and a caffeine IV drip, and I’m good to go for weeks on end. Or until the IV runs out.

This weekend? Friday night I went to a party at KU. It was so much fun. I am usually so shy in person, but I was talking to anybody and everybody that I could that night. I went through everything from taking shots of vodka and tequilla rose to debating veganism with a beautiful lady to working out a way to get a lap dance from a girl who was offering it.

Last night was my last night of working at the Improv club. Probably forever. No fanfare, no long good-byes, which was fine by me. I hope they’ll call me back. I know they won’t. After that, I went out drinking with some of my co-workers.

Today I stayed home. Worked on critiquing a short story written by a lady in my writing group. Surfed the internet, and did quite a few other really fun things (trust me, they were). Still haven’t showered yet today, but at some given point it just becomes useless to clean yourself up knowing you’ll have to do it again tomorrow morning.

25 minutes until The Practice…

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I used to do this quite frequently. In fact, I’ve spent more than one three-day weekend completely alone in my apartment–Thursday to the following Monday morning. It’s not that I’m anti-social, it’s just that I don’t despise solitude. Perhaps I’m just conditioned to deal with loneliness or something…

Incidentally, I never understood why solitary confinement in prison was supposed to be a bad thing. (Considering the company, it might be a very good thing.) I’m not saying it’d be a picnic, but why is it supposed to be so difficult to be alone with your own thoughts? (Maybe this a GQ for the psych professionals…)

My weekend? Oh, came back from vacation, read some Ayn Rand, went to Church and exchanged glances with a beautiful girl who’s way too young for me, talked on the phone with my friend Sue, and tried to catch up what I missed here.

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This weekend was well, a weekend. Watched movies, went to Altoona to go to the mall, did Christmas shopping, cleaned, did E&M homework, . . . and stuff.

But I love weekends that I get to spend all to myself. It acutually used to happen for me a lot - when I was a camp counsellor two summers ago, I was the only staff who stayed on camp over the weekends. So I got 24+ hours to sleep, read, and immerse myself in Ani music. Absolutely lovely. ::grins:: And this semsester, without a roommate, it’s been easy to declare anti-social days, and sleep in, and watch movies, and putz . . . ah.

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We don’t have solitary confinment anymore; it’s called “special housing”. While we restrict physical contact between the inmates who inhabit it, even the most isolated of them are able to talk to the inmates in nearby cells. But as you wrote, some inmates do prefer the comforts of a cell and avoiding the fellowship of their peers. The main disincentive to living in special housing is the restriction of other privileges. Special housing inmates have less personal property, less recreation time, no television, no cooking privileges, fewer showers, fewer visits, etc.

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Okay, so maybe I’m just weird, but I routinely go for days at a time without leaving my house. I work from home, I don’t really have any friends that live in the area, and I really hate going to the store because I just hate shopping in general. I can go for a week at a time without stepping foot out of my front door. Of course, you all probably figured that out from my pasty pale complexion. I never used to be a hermit. I used to love going outside. It has just been in the last two to three years or so that I’ve suddenly found myself becoming a hermit (what a coincidence, I discovered the Internet about three years ago)

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I’m a living contradiction when it comes to these things. I, too, can be alone for an entire weekend, just reading, surfing, watching a little TV, maybe rent a few videos. I don’t want to do it EVERY weekend, however. Just once in six weeks or so.

This weekend?
Friday night, my girlfriend came over from London (she had a few business meetings in Amsterdam and decided to fly back a day later than her colleagues, bless her heart. We had dinner in a lovely South African restaurant. It wasn’t as good as usual (we eat there often), but my kudu was still very nice.
Saturday, I got a haircut in the morning. At around 14:00, I drove off to Brussels to meet up with a former house mate from University. He’s married to a lovely Belgian girl (who is, incidently, the worlds Greatest Cook as well - hot damn, she can wake me up at 5 am for those Coquilles St. Jaqcues (sp?) of hers!), and has a 2.5 year old daughter, Emma, who is just a total hoot. After trying to teach her both languages at the same time (Dutch [my friend is Dutch, not Flemish] and French [she’s Waloon]), they have now switched to French only because Emma kept mixing both languages - I told them that may just be the thing that can save Belgium from becoming obsolete, but they still switched to French :smiley:
After a copious dinner, we went into town and had a few (well, OK, quite a few) beers. Brussels is such a gorgeous city. I keep forgetting how many beautiful things there are in my backyard, so to speak. Meanwhile, we fly all over the globe for thrills and new things. I should save some money by re-discovering Europe first!
Drove back yesterday afternoon. When I passed the Belgian-Dutch border with 160 km/h (appr. 100 MPH), I smiled and thought of all you 'Murrikens who can’t cross borders at such speeds - all hail the EU :wink:
Belgians still drive like idiots, BTW. Many a time the brakes had to be deployed in a more than forceful manner. The reason? Up untill 15 years ago, any Belgian could just walk into his town hall and collect his drivers license, without taking any test whatsoever. The license included EVERYTHING, from normal cars to 10 ton trucks. It is quite scary to know that all 75 year old grannies are fully licensed to drive a 1200 CC Harley Davidson :smiley:

Am I rambling yet? What else can I do to waste my monday morning?

I wish it would snow here too. It’s so rare, and when it happens, it’s the wet stuff that turns into a brown mud within a day. Blech. Swiddles, got any more pasta left? Let’s cuddle up on the couch and watch the snowflakes fall.

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No driving test at all?

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None whatsoever. Luckily, things have changed now, so the generation of idiot drivers is slowly dying out. Well, there will always be Natural Idiots, of course.

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Ah, ya flirt. Give a Clogboy a moderatorship, and suddenly he’s Don Juan. But Dutch. :slight_smile:

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My days off are Sunday and Monday, so I’m still on my “weekend”. I usually hole up inside. But not always…it’s good to get out sometimes.

This weekend I took a brief jaunt outside to get pizza and blueberry muffin mix. The pizza was yummy, have yet to prepare the blueberry muffin mix.

The rest of the weekend, I have holed up inside, wearing unattractive but comfy clothes. Sitting in front of the computer, or watching movie rentals.

I also have been doing my pottery. Did a stoneware firing last night, am currently doing another one. Will continue to work on some pots, throw some new ones on the potter’s wheel, and glaze a few more pots. Pots pots pots. Yep, lots of fun. Well, it is fun! And dammit, with Christmas coming up, getting plenty of pottery done now is a good thing.

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This weekend I worked. That’s what I do EVERY weekend. bleah. So, since I work when everyone else in the normal world has off, and I am off when the normal world works, I spend a lot of time alone. This explains why I am so close to my cats.

Michi

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Almost every weekend consists of me sitting around in frumpy clothing in front of this damn computer hugs it fondly…