It's been a while since I have posted on here, partly as I've been busy with Sonam's parents, and partly because, for a change, there really hasn't been that much to write! Sonam has exams tomorrow, and has had all these final assignments due, applications due, and with Sonam's parents here, I've been trying to spend time with them, and also help out with her stuff, so we can go away to Hawaii in peace. Ah thats right, we are off to Hawaii on Tuesday, to (hopefully) sunny Maui for four nights, to lounge around and look at the supposedly amazing landscape. Of the things on the top 10 list on tripadvisor, I'm excited to try Ziplining, Snorkeling, Dolphin & whale watching, but mostly just staying in a hotel on the beach where we don't have to do the bed, eat stupidly large breakfasts, and plop next to the beach for the afternoon.
As I typed that last sentence, I realised how if I was reading it as someone not me, I'd probably be thinking 'that sounds exactly like the life you have now'. And it probably should be, but it's odd how you give someone 1x of something to do, or 10x, and the same amount of time to do it in, given enough time to adapt, they're probably the same amount of tired at the end of the tasks (or at least they percieve it that way). I guess what I'm saying is, I've managed to find myself, other than playing host, caught up in errands, and trying to 'sort things' around me in order to 'relax and chill later'. Sounds kinda stupid, but its this human nature of just going 'OK, once I do this ONE last thing, I'll chill and everything will be awesome.' Except there's never an end to that list of things, and no matter how hard you try and how many bucket lists you make, people just fill their days and become domesticated whatever the scenario we are in, as I think that's kinda just the way we are programmed.
Saying that, I've been attempting to use this domesticated down time in our holiday to continue the exercise train. On the whole its going well - I'm still enjoying that boxing class, and the spinning (I've kind of just gotten used to the over-the-topness of it all), and I'm doing more running. Can't seem to force myself to go to the circuit training classes, but whatever, I'm trying. I can't say there has been a marked improvement visually, but I am feeling lots better, and before I go to Chicago and stuff myself with cheese pizzas after we are married, I hope to at least temporarily reduce the risk slightly of all those Indian genetic illnesses I'm bound to get.
Other than that I don't really have much to add - but there's two things that are strange about our floor in the apartment building we live in. Firstly, the floor always stinks, really really strongly, of weed. Which isn't really a big deal around here, you occasionally smell it on an evening out, or on the beach or wherever really, but its when it pervades into your home, stinking out your kitchen, and you can sort of taste it, it just pisses me off. Plus if I can taste it in my home, what the hell must it be like in that guy's home, it must be like some sort of weed fog that you cant see out of. Anyway, secondly, there's a guy on the floor, who for some reason just leaves his shoes out in the hall. Which didn't really bother me, but then something occurred to me; he only ever leaves out one pair, and the shoes he leaves out alternate (there are three different types of shoes he leaves out, slippers, trainers and work shoes- and they're always the same three), which means there must be somewhere in his home he is actually comfortable putting the other two pairs he seems to wear regularly. In which case, why leave these outside? Does he really have a shelf that only fits two pairs of shoes? And how dirty are his shoes? This area of LA is one of the cleanest areas I've ever lived in, so unless he is taking some scenic route through some muddy part of the beach, why can't he just take his shoes in? And what does he do to the other pair of shoes before he allows them to come in? Anyway, as I said it's been a quiet week or so, hopefully I'll have more from Hawaii...
As I typed that last sentence, I realised how if I was reading it as someone not me, I'd probably be thinking 'that sounds exactly like the life you have now'. And it probably should be, but it's odd how you give someone 1x of something to do, or 10x, and the same amount of time to do it in, given enough time to adapt, they're probably the same amount of tired at the end of the tasks (or at least they percieve it that way). I guess what I'm saying is, I've managed to find myself, other than playing host, caught up in errands, and trying to 'sort things' around me in order to 'relax and chill later'. Sounds kinda stupid, but its this human nature of just going 'OK, once I do this ONE last thing, I'll chill and everything will be awesome.' Except there's never an end to that list of things, and no matter how hard you try and how many bucket lists you make, people just fill their days and become domesticated whatever the scenario we are in, as I think that's kinda just the way we are programmed.
Saying that, I've been attempting to use this domesticated down time in our holiday to continue the exercise train. On the whole its going well - I'm still enjoying that boxing class, and the spinning (I've kind of just gotten used to the over-the-topness of it all), and I'm doing more running. Can't seem to force myself to go to the circuit training classes, but whatever, I'm trying. I can't say there has been a marked improvement visually, but I am feeling lots better, and before I go to Chicago and stuff myself with cheese pizzas after we are married, I hope to at least temporarily reduce the risk slightly of all those Indian genetic illnesses I'm bound to get.
Other than that I don't really have much to add - but there's two things that are strange about our floor in the apartment building we live in. Firstly, the floor always stinks, really really strongly, of weed. Which isn't really a big deal around here, you occasionally smell it on an evening out, or on the beach or wherever really, but its when it pervades into your home, stinking out your kitchen, and you can sort of taste it, it just pisses me off. Plus if I can taste it in my home, what the hell must it be like in that guy's home, it must be like some sort of weed fog that you cant see out of. Anyway, secondly, there's a guy on the floor, who for some reason just leaves his shoes out in the hall. Which didn't really bother me, but then something occurred to me; he only ever leaves out one pair, and the shoes he leaves out alternate (there are three different types of shoes he leaves out, slippers, trainers and work shoes- and they're always the same three), which means there must be somewhere in his home he is actually comfortable putting the other two pairs he seems to wear regularly. In which case, why leave these outside? Does he really have a shelf that only fits two pairs of shoes? And how dirty are his shoes? This area of LA is one of the cleanest areas I've ever lived in, so unless he is taking some scenic route through some muddy part of the beach, why can't he just take his shoes in? And what does he do to the other pair of shoes before he allows them to come in? Anyway, as I said it's been a quiet week or so, hopefully I'll have more from Hawaii...
Anyway, some nice pictures of what other new stuff we saw:
And a very strangely named restaurant.
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