I was very excited to wake up this morning. I had the day off from work, so I didn't set my alarm. my roommates are both out of town for a few days, so the house has been perfectly quiet and I've been sleeping incredibly well. I ended up waking up around 8:30 since my body is used to rising then for work, but the lack of TV noise and frequent footsteps left me well rested. I didn't mind getting up so early either, since mornings are probably my favorite time of day.
I brewed some coffee while I surveyed my sparse food selection for something that would be appealing for breakfast. I had no milk, oatmeal, cereal, eggs, fruit - nothing that would traditionally be eaten for breakfast. I looked at what I did have on hand and thought really hard about what I did want for breakfast: whole wheat penne, spinach, faux sausage, and tomato sauce, covered with a solid amount of parmesan cheese. maybe it was an odd choice for a morning meal, but it made me happy.
I decided to watch The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou while I ate my pasta and caffeinated. Wes Anderson is one of my favorite directors, and today has really been about doing exactly what I feel like doing, including watching a really good movie instead of my usual TV marathons.
I paused the movie to do a very necessary load of laundry, and then resumed watching it while I went through the most recent Elle Decor magazine and tore out inspiration. I think it may be a symptom of growing up, but I've really started to appreciate how chic a nicely upholstered Louis XV chair can be.
after a couple of hours, I managed to get dressed and wandered up to the grocery store. I only got a few things, but I'll be able to eat oatmeal and bananas in the morning like a normal person.
I had a small lunch sitting on my balcony, willing the sun to come out for a bit so that I could go lay out and tan. this was the only day in weeks that I've been able to get outside during peak sun hours, and I was kind of upset that it was overcast for most of the morning. luckily, the clouds parted and I packed my bag and headed to the park.
my essentials - extra-long beach towel, an old issue of Elle, iPod, water bottle, black flip flops, and a cute bikini, all tossed into a cheap yellow straw tote that I picked up on spring break in Florida.
I am now the proud owner of some new tan lines. in addition to getting a healthy dose of vitamin D, I really appreciated the fact that I could lay on my back and actually watch the clouds swirl across the bright blue sky without worrying about school, work, or social problems. why? maybe it was the rhythm of the drum circle that had congregated at the bottom of the hill, or maybe it was the cute, shirtless boy nearby who was absently strumming a guitar as if he too didn't have a care in the world. whatever it was, I was honestly relaxed and very, very happy. I didn't have to worry about pleasing anyone else and could just be.
I had also brought along my copy of On the Road, but I couldn't get into it. maybe my head is still too full from the school year, but I didn't feel right slogging through one of the most significant books of the last century, so I returned it to the library. I can always return to it when my head is in the right place to fully appreciate the words of the great Kerouac. to replace it, I picked up a travel guide to Denmark. I will have no problem breezing through that and getting excited for my rapidly approaching trip to Copenhagen.
at some point (I had no idea what time it was all day) I decided to wander back home. I made myself sweet potato fries and am now just sitting on my balcony, watching the sun set and sipping on a can of Diet Coke. it's 80* and life is looking pretty good.