still no plans for august, which is probably bad because it's just a few weeks away. oh well, i can't be bothered, i'm enjoying myself too much.
i kind of wish summer wouldn't end, i really enjoy the chilled-out atmosphere of hamilton. maybe after i graduate i'll get some dick jobs and hang around for a few extra months. maybe it'll be better elsewhere, i'm pretty damn fond of summer, eh?
hilariously, i've lost all ambition to cook for myself and for once not because of a tortilla-based disaster. the only time i've cooked in ages was the soup i made a few days ago and that was just because L. was going back to romania and i wanted to send her off with gingered carrots. the culprit is my damn discount at whole foods...it's cheaper for me to get deli food there than to cook for myself (which is okay with me! shit is it ever delicious!). it doesn't help that i have so much extra money lying around that i don't have any reason to not to get dinner elsewhere, too (lately i've become a regular at numero uno's because they make a mean greek salad). it's not like i could cook anyways even if i wanted too. my larder consists of some shitty basmati rice, 1/12 of a jar of peanut butter and i think some instant pesto that i salvaged from the "abandoned food" pile at the beginning of the summer. it'll probably be less daunting when we move into the apartment in the fall, and work out some sort of rotating cooking schedule (pancake breakfasts on weekends? hell yes.)
i'm also sorry to say that the combination of perpetually eating out and not having a big fucking city to wander aimlessly around for hours in has given me back some of the pudge i lost in london. or maybe it's the bum wine? in any case, we'll have to do something about that.
speaking of london, i really, really, really wish i was still there. i want to go back, bad.
i kind of wish summer wouldn't end, i really enjoy the chilled-out atmosphere of hamilton. maybe after i graduate i'll get some dick jobs and hang around for a few extra months. maybe it'll be better elsewhere, i'm pretty damn fond of summer, eh?
hilariously, i've lost all ambition to cook for myself and for once not because of a tortilla-based disaster. the only time i've cooked in ages was the soup i made a few days ago and that was just because L. was going back to romania and i wanted to send her off with gingered carrots. the culprit is my damn discount at whole foods...it's cheaper for me to get deli food there than to cook for myself (which is okay with me! shit is it ever delicious!). it doesn't help that i have so much extra money lying around that i don't have any reason to not to get dinner elsewhere, too (lately i've become a regular at numero uno's because they make a mean greek salad). it's not like i could cook anyways even if i wanted too. my larder consists of some shitty basmati rice, 1/12 of a jar of peanut butter and i think some instant pesto that i salvaged from the "abandoned food" pile at the beginning of the summer. it'll probably be less daunting when we move into the apartment in the fall, and work out some sort of rotating cooking schedule (pancake breakfasts on weekends? hell yes.)
i'm also sorry to say that the combination of perpetually eating out and not having a big fucking city to wander aimlessly around for hours in has given me back some of the pudge i lost in london. or maybe it's the bum wine? in any case, we'll have to do something about that.
speaking of london, i really, really, really wish i was still there. i want to go back, bad.