Schumann Resonances & Full Stomachs.
I came home heavily-laden with groceries to find Alex hovered over the stove, stirring something that smelled awfully pleasant. Andy had the TV turned to MSNBC since there was no new "Gossip Girl" tonight, and I unpacked my groceries into the cupboard and threw the leftover brown rice and red beans I made for lunch into the fridge. Alex was cooking us risotto, which consisted of some rice, vegetable broth, reduced peas, some asparagus, and plenty of butter. She knew what she was doing, because the shit was the bomb.
She also brought over one of those high-quality DVDs of movies that get sent to members of the Academy, a copy of "Waltz With Bashir," which asuka, Andy, and I were about to see last night with Alex and Tobi, had it not sold out. Luckily, we were able to make a slightly later showing in Georgetown.
City life is quite exhausting. While the majority of my peers spent last weekend celebrating the inauguration of Bamalot, I was holed up in my girlfriend's house for a lot of it, sickly, gross, and spreading my man germs all over the place. Lucky gal, right? Honestly, I probably had more fun doing that than taking part of the clusterfuck that was Washington D.C. though, we watched a lot of "Mad Men," and I learned the finer points of Left 4 Dead and Call of Duty: World At War.
The other night, I was driving her car and she was rifling through her CDs -- desperately seeking Timberlake -- instead, she found the soundtrack to "Serial Experiments Lain," we ended up listening to it and remembering our awkward, funny high school selves. That's the thing about being a nerd, I've learned, is that you never necessarily grow out of it, but when you wise up enough, you kind of grow into yourself.
She also brought over one of those high-quality DVDs of movies that get sent to members of the Academy, a copy of "Waltz With Bashir," which asuka, Andy, and I were about to see last night with Alex and Tobi, had it not sold out. Luckily, we were able to make a slightly later showing in Georgetown.
City life is quite exhausting. While the majority of my peers spent last weekend celebrating the inauguration of Bamalot, I was holed up in my girlfriend's house for a lot of it, sickly, gross, and spreading my man germs all over the place. Lucky gal, right? Honestly, I probably had more fun doing that than taking part of the clusterfuck that was Washington D.C. though, we watched a lot of "Mad Men," and I learned the finer points of Left 4 Dead and Call of Duty: World At War.
The other night, I was driving her car and she was rifling through her CDs -- desperately seeking Timberlake -- instead, she found the soundtrack to "Serial Experiments Lain," we ended up listening to it and remembering our awkward, funny high school selves. That's the thing about being a nerd, I've learned, is that you never necessarily grow out of it, but when you wise up enough, you kind of grow into yourself.