Pizza, and waffle. Lots of waffle.
12 May, 2008This Saturday I went to the Mediterranean Food Warehouse in Newtown with Ben’s parents. And Ben of course… It would have been awkward if he wasn’t there too.
The Pizza was AMAZING and, if you have an e-book, there’s a voucher in there for pizza. So, you know, you pretty much have to go.
And while you’re there grab a couple of bottles of Italian wine, because the wine was awesome. Much like the pizza.
I think my favorite had cherry tomatoes and Italian sausage and cheese and tangy tomatoy sauce - and my second favorite was loaded with mushrooms, and parma ham. And guys, I don’t even like mushrooms. That’s how good the pizza was.
You know what else happened this weekend? Karlie Louise and I were all in the same room for longer than an hour. That’s weird because usually Karlie has plans in town, and Louise works, and I have to be somewhere for something that involves being wet, or cold, or sweaty. So it was weird all hanging out together but nice too. I took a look around the room and I was like, ‘hey, I totally live with you people… Awesome…’ It’s nice to finally find a flatting situation that works.
On Friday night I was home alone. So instead of getting started on my readings, or writing my essay due in two weeks, I did a few other things. I washed every dish in the sink (It only took an hour.) Then I made myself dinner, and did the dishes again - I live on the wild side…
After that I put a load of washing on, vacuumed, baked brownies, washed a load of sheets and gross workout clothes that I found balled at the bottom of my gym bag - which I also cleaned out. Then I rearranged the lounge, cleaned up the mess of wires behind our TV, found the manual for our universal remote, put on another load of washing, and pondered why I have so many clothes, and can never find a thing to wear.
After I finished pondering I ate a brownie (I think I’m finally getting the hang of baking without burning), drank 2 litres of water, watered all the pot plants, tidied my bombsite of a room, shoved about a ton of clothing in the dryer, fixed the tv antenna so that we can get C4 without having an epileptic fit, and read all about the resting heartbeat on the Internet.
When I am bored I am productive. Unfortunately I did not do any work for Uni, or learn any more Korean for Taekwon-Do, but I can tell you that a woman’s average resting heartbeat is about 70 beats per minute, and a man’s is about 75bpm. Mine is 60bpm, measured from my pulse, which is actually not that accurate for measuring something like this. Listening through a stethoscope would be better.
Also your resting heart rate is measured while you are sitting quietly and relaxed, and things like fitness, weight and lifestyle have an impact on it. If you are overweight and unfit your resting heart rate will be higher, and indicate that perhaps your heart is under a bit more stress than it should be.
Are you glad you know that now? I am. I’m sure it will come in useful one day.
Also this weekend, I’ve been pondering glasses. I’m wondering if perhaps I need to visit an optometrist and get my eyes checked out lately. My eyes get sore and red after staring at a computer screen and text books all day, and I’ve noticed that I get headaches more and more often when I’m trying to read.
Also reading used to be something I had to force myself to stop doing in order to eat drink and sleep. These days takes actual effort to concentrate on textbooks, and recreational reading - which is weird because I am genuinely interested in the stuff I’ve got to read so concentration shouldn’t be an issue, right?
Then again, maybe it’s just too many hours in front of the computer, not enough sleep, and getting old. So maybe I don’t need glasses.
I have always wanted glasses though, I think I’d look totally smart with them, and that may balance out all the totally idiotic things I do on a daily basis.
you think you’d look?
glasses to balance out your other actions, I think that is reason enough if you can rock them
….and I am actually very glad I learned that heartrate stuff; I wouldn’t have learned it anywhere else, so in that sense your post was very educational 
So earlier when i asked that question as it appeard that you stoped mid-sentence which appears to now be there. Was I totally seeing things? am I totally nuts??
I’m not sure how you’d look with glass’s.. You should get cool ones.. glasses are expencive btw.. my opt… eye guy keeps sending me letters to go see him but I cant afford it. I may have to as im thinking it is the cause of my headaches.
What a long comment
Thank you Romi, I sometimes dream of leafprobably being an educational resourse… much like a textbook. only much more fun. and on the internet. And, actually, a bit less educational. With a lot less words. and all about me.
Next week I plan to tell everyone about pizza toppings. Or post-broadway musicals. Or perhaps I’ll just whine about how I whined to the landlord about the HOWLING our toilet makes and she’s actually got the audacity to offer to replace the danm thing. As if we need a new toilet. (We said yes please and toasted our good luck at having an actual honest to god nice landlord.)
And Stace: No you’re not nuts. You reminded me that I actually hadn’t finished writing this before I realised I was running late and hit publish.
Yeah I might do it soonish, because work pays a bit i think. but only is you sell your SOUL Mwhahahaha!!!
And my comment is longer. I didn’t set out to break your record, but there it is. Without even trying. I am awesome.
Dont know if you have seen this before or not
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i would have emailed you but i cant remember it so i give you blog love instead
some employers will pay for your eye examinations and frames if you need them….shan I’m pretty sure that yours is required to….
Stacey is right, very expensive. My optometrist has me trapped cos I wear contacts. And every year they say they wont sell me more till I go in for a checkup (OK its happened once but still). So stick to the glasses. Cool ones. You will definitely look (more) classy in them
Glasses are totally rad. They make me look smart even when I’m doing really stupid stuff like considering stealing expensive yarn or reciting monologues from transvestite british comedians. Go you! You can totally rock them.