my [Satur]day

Joshua was gone from 7 to 7 working his second job, so I had the house all to myself for most of the day. Got to sleep in until Av called me around noon about TLC's Trading Spaces because they were redecorating apartments in DC. Hmm. So, I warmed up some leftover spaghetti, got my vitamins + a Coke, then sat myself down in front of the tv to finally watch the Phantom of the Opera DVD that I borrowed from my mom. I somehow got distracted 45 minutes into the movie, pressed pause, + found myself in front of my laptop checking my email. Wrote my wedding photographer to remind him to give me my negatives, + then went on to other things that everday people do on the net. Nothing really eventful. Just a somewhat sort of lazy Saturday. I like those kind of Saturdays--like today. Seems me + J are always going + going, never having time to lazy around. He gets so tired from working all the time--the workaholic--we both talk about slowing our schedule down, but it's a bit difficult in making it happen.

Anyway, back to the movie. Oh yeh, I think I went to check the net to see who played the phantom because he looked awfully familiar. It was hard to tell since he was half-covered. When I looked him up on good ole' IMDb.com, I found that he worked alongside Angelina Jolie in Tomb Raider, which is how I recognized him. So, I sit back down on the couch to continue my movie. It was sad. I never quite knew the story of the Phantom of the Opera, so it was cool to finally see it. I can't say I'm a big fan of musicals though. I liked Moulin Rouge, but I guess that can be an exception, hehe. Sorry. It's late + I'm rambling.

After the movie, I began to sift through my boxes of stuff from SCAD that I never went through all those years after coming home. Now that I've moved out, I really need to make an effort to get rid of things I don't need, keep things that are essential, + donate whatever's usable. I've been doing that on + off since the wedding + it's been tough trying to finish that off with our non-stop schedules. I'm trying to at least take everything out of the boxes + then organize each thing into categories, so that it's easier to figure what goes where. Still more to do with all that. Still need to write up those wedding thank you cards, too. Grr. I also made a list of what we need to buy at the grocery store + what needs to be done for our day tomorrow. Yes, I do love making lists.

Soonafter, J came home. He was so tired. We needed to go grocery shopping tomorrow after church, so there was not much in the kitchen to work with for dinner besides leftovers. Leftovers that were all made of pasta. We weren't in the mood for anymore of that, so we decided to go out to China Wok for some good chinese food. General Tso's chicken, beef + broccoli, white rice, hot + sour soup, + some eggrolls. Gooood stuff made by good people. The chairs were upside-down on the tables giving us the impression that they were closed, though the sign was brightly lit to "OPEN". We asked them if we could dine in + they were cool with it. We saw so many types of people come in + out of the restaurant. We saw even more people make a pit stop into the liquor store next door. J said it seems they were getting more business than China Wok tonight. Depends on what you like, I guess.

Next thing you know, we are back at home + J crashes on the couch. I ask him if he wanted to watch a DVD + he said maybe after he rests his eyes for a few minutes. A few minutes turned into an hour. Whille he napped, I pulled out my resurfaced big black binder from college filled with tabbed notes of mainly Smashing Pumpkins songs + others like Tripping Daisy, Weezer, U2, + Temple of the Dog. Ah, those were the days. This binder dated back to 1996! Whenever I would learn how to play a song, I would put a check mark on that page + a date on when I learned it. I found that I had to relearn some of those checked off songs because it's been ages since I made the time to play my guitar. "Disarm", "In the Arms of Sleep", "Goodnight", "Beautiful", "We Only Come Out at Night", "One", "All I Want is You", were all coming back to my freshly pained + calloused fingertips. It's the kind of pain that you feel good about, like you just accomplished something worthwhile. Two hours of just that kind of made my night. Alright, time for bed.

Don't know if any of this will make sense in the morning. "Goodnight, my love, to every hour of every day. Goodnight always, to all that's pure that's in your heart." Playing my guitar again makes me feel like I'm back in my college days, back when time didn't move as fast.