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I'm sitting at my childhood home right now on my computer and I'm starting to remember why I always thought this place was so great. At home I have poeple who can listen to me rant about all the things I usually reserve for Live Journal and don't bother to talk about with anyone else. Last night I told my mom how I hate religion, I hate the extremely opinionated phonies at Vanguard, and how I'm getting so sick of working every day at Starbucks (don't get me wrong, I love Starbucks, but I hate the policies, the pay, and the fact that I'm working basically every day). At home, I have no worries, I can just sit here in my room on my couch and type away about the things that are on my mind. At home I basically have to get work done, (even after work) or leave my house to go hang out with people.
I feel like if your house doesn't have a dining room table, then you have no right to invite people over. I wanted a dining room table pretty badly, but my roommates thought a fusball table would be entirely more interesting in the dining room. In a house with no table specifically designated for eating, a roaring message saying, "I have no intention of entertaining you" is what comes across.
I have a lot of ideas for what a home should be, and after watching a show about posh lifestyles and fancy multi-million dollar homes followed by an episode of cribs, I think I want to dedicate an entire post to what my future home will be like from a third person perspective:
I arrived a little late to Adam Bartlett's dinner party, I could tell the other guests were there because of the cars parked on the street in front of his home in ______ beach, CA. His home was set in a very quaint part of town, walking distance from a few local restaurants, shops and markets, and lie in the midst of other classy but humble beach homes adjacent. It was just a two story house modeled after an Italian Villa on the medditerranean graced by large shade-bearing trees throughout the front area of the home. I could scarcely see in through the wooden blinds, but i could tell that everyone was still in the process of greeting each other. I ascended the steps to the large wooden front door and knocked before seeing a blurry figure coming toward the door through the smoked glass in the door. Adam opened the door a welcomed my date and I warmly. He was dressed in a very nice but modest ensemble that looked very elegant in the light of the very modern chandelier that was hanging above the entryway. The place had beautiful tile floors and a very modernly designed front sitting room and entertainment room. The couches were dark distressed leather the the furniture was equally dark. We met up with all the other dinner guests who consisted of a compilation of Adam's old friends, his girlfriend, and people he had worked with over the past few years, (models, photographers, and business people.) to take a tour of the home. He showed us the kitchen first that had a counter-top range, two ovens, dark marble countertops, a fridge full of fresh produce and naked juices he had delivered on a weekly basis. The living room had large black distressed leather couches and piano black laquered furniture and a large TV over the fireplace. His office was next in the room closeby where he had a large wooden desk and meeting chairs arranged in front of the desk. He had a few bookcases of books, a very nice iMac centered on the desk, a piano, couches, a fountain, and very nice decorations in his office. His garage had a dark gray porsche cayman, an old mazda truck, and his girlfriend's BMW. His master bathroom was the most impressive of all the rooms in the whole house. The shower had plants and steps and marble surfaces and a great big shower head that came from the celing high above. The shower was like an oasis.
I'm bored... moving on.
I feel like if your house doesn't have a dining room table, then you have no right to invite people over. I wanted a dining room table pretty badly, but my roommates thought a fusball table would be entirely more interesting in the dining room. In a house with no table specifically designated for eating, a roaring message saying, "I have no intention of entertaining you" is what comes across.
I have a lot of ideas for what a home should be, and after watching a show about posh lifestyles and fancy multi-million dollar homes followed by an episode of cribs, I think I want to dedicate an entire post to what my future home will be like from a third person perspective:
I arrived a little late to Adam Bartlett's dinner party, I could tell the other guests were there because of the cars parked on the street in front of his home in ______ beach, CA. His home was set in a very quaint part of town, walking distance from a few local restaurants, shops and markets, and lie in the midst of other classy but humble beach homes adjacent. It was just a two story house modeled after an Italian Villa on the medditerranean graced by large shade-bearing trees throughout the front area of the home. I could scarcely see in through the wooden blinds, but i could tell that everyone was still in the process of greeting each other. I ascended the steps to the large wooden front door and knocked before seeing a blurry figure coming toward the door through the smoked glass in the door. Adam opened the door a welcomed my date and I warmly. He was dressed in a very nice but modest ensemble that looked very elegant in the light of the very modern chandelier that was hanging above the entryway. The place had beautiful tile floors and a very modernly designed front sitting room and entertainment room. The couches were dark distressed leather the the furniture was equally dark. We met up with all the other dinner guests who consisted of a compilation of Adam's old friends, his girlfriend, and people he had worked with over the past few years, (models, photographers, and business people.) to take a tour of the home. He showed us the kitchen first that had a counter-top range, two ovens, dark marble countertops, a fridge full of fresh produce and naked juices he had delivered on a weekly basis. The living room had large black distressed leather couches and piano black laquered furniture and a large TV over the fireplace. His office was next in the room closeby where he had a large wooden desk and meeting chairs arranged in front of the desk. He had a few bookcases of books, a very nice iMac centered on the desk, a piano, couches, a fountain, and very nice decorations in his office. His garage had a dark gray porsche cayman, an old mazda truck, and his girlfriend's BMW. His master bathroom was the most impressive of all the rooms in the whole house. The shower had plants and steps and marble surfaces and a great big shower head that came from the celing high above. The shower was like an oasis.
I'm bored... moving on.