I took advantage of the sun.

My quote of the day:  “Madam is on a rampage”  ---from waitress at pizza parlor.

So I most definitely photosynthesize.  I think my body has been in hibernation during the rain, storing up energy just waiting to release it as soon as the sun comes out.  I usually have a difficult time with that whole having energy thing.  I think God has made me “laid back” as I like to call it.  The character trait, if that’s what you’d call it, that I have fought against the most for as long as I can remember is, well, I guess, being lazy.  It isn’t that my mind is lazy, or that I’d really rather be playing video games all day, but I’m in a constant struggle for physical and mental energy.  Accomplishing things just isn’t my specialty biologically speaking, which causes huge amounts of mental, and ultimately, physical strife.

Anyhow, the whole point was more about how I actually had this crazy burst of energy this weekend.  It was more of a “must take advantage of every gorgeous second of this fleeting sunshine” kind of energy though.  You never know when it’s going to rain for 2 more straight months.

Saturday I got up and tried to work a bit, and get some things done around the house.  Then Matt and I spent a large amount of time trying to figure out how to enjoy the weather.  We finally settled for hiking around at St. Edwards Park in Kenmore (I think).  There is an old monastery there.  Though I was hoping for some more mystical type of ruins, I got instead a beautiful classical education looking building made of stone, adorned with some old copper crosses.  We hiked down to the beach, where we spent our time taking photographs.  I love it that Matt has taken quite a liking to photography, and that he is also quite good at it.  He has picked up everything quite quickly, and I’m hoping that his photos don’t turn out better than mine or I’ll feel like I’ve wasted all my years of (half assed) study!

We then swung down to Ballard, one of our new favorite culture spots to hang out at.  Matt had read some review of this great pizza place that he’d been wanting to take me to, so we found it.  It’s called Madame K’s, and is, well, uh…brothel themed.  Which is amusing, except for the interesting waitress attire.  The pizza was good, though thoroughly overpriced.  But I love an interesting dining place, and anything lit in red.  I’m still deciding on how I feel about eating in a brothel with my boyfriend though.

We also went to Mr. Spots Chai house.  I considered this part of my coffee shop study for planning my own.  It wasn’t anything to aspire to, and their chai wasn’t that great.  But, mixed with coconut and sprinkled with black pepper, it turned out to be quite yummy.

But today I spent the day inside, again trying to work a bit, but ultimately deciding to tackle part of an ongoing task to reorganize EVERYTHING in my house.  So, as my room has gotten too disgusting to sleep comfortably in, I cleaned and rearranged everything (and I dragged poor matt into it as well).  

I have been couch hopping a staying only 6 months at a time at various apartments and houses since moving out of the parent’s house.  Everywhere I go, I seem to accumulate more stuff (doesn’t help that I’m a ridiculously cluttered pack rat—though not as bad as matt!).  And I end up moving away again on short notice, and never really packing and tossing stuff, but just throwing it in boxes and dragging it along saying I’ll go through it later.  But I never do.  So then when I can’t find some particular thing, I have to go buy another, and then that just gets packed up and lost too.

But I have been at my current house for 2 years now.  Thinking the restless northern wind would cause me to move much earlier than now, I still haven’t really unpacked or gone through all that junk.  But alas, here I am still.

So my new mission in life is to finally get through all those lingering boxes, as if I’m actually staying a while, or just throw everything out.  And besides, if I do ever move out, then I’ll only have like 6 boxes instead of 66.  

Only problem is, it’s beginning to become quite a problem with the amount of trash I have.  Think I’m gonna sneak some into the church dumpster.  Wonder if anyone has read this far.  If you catch me, I’ll give you a mr. yuck sticker for being the trash can police, and dedicated blog reader.  Thank you very much.