There Are Two More Apartment Tours Tomorrow But Luckily They Are In The Evening
Today's good things: I signed my lease for next year, I participated in queer american history despite having only read one of the readings, I fit in a 20 minute nap even though I didn't think I'd be able to
In the spirit of sustainability and making my life more environmentally friendly like the good future environmental engineer I am seeking to be, I have been considering composting. The problem with this is that I've only ever considered it inside of my head which is difficult because, yes, I have some vague idea of what I need to do but having never composted before I don't actually know what do. That'd be an easy fix though since I'm sure there are many sites out there detailing the steps to making your perfect apartment composting unit with two items. You know what, there's probably a fuckin BuzzFeed Nifty video about making a composting box with like an old cutting board and beeswax from the local hive in your backyard and if you're really feeling glamorous some glitter too. I'm sure they could tell me how to do it. But until someone else shares that stupid video on my newsfeed I'm not gonna watch it. To be fair, I do kind of compost now. For a while Omar and I had a small fruit fly problem with our trash can. Because Omar and I live the healthiest lifestyles possible, we eat too many raw foods which means a lot of trash that fruit flies love. If I could, I would personally fight every fruit fly I saw but school gets busy and I can't fight fourteen fruit flies in a row on like six hours of sleep. Not realistic.
So, our trash can was a little kingdom for them and it made me sad and we solved the problem by violently throwing the trash can outside in hopes that sunlight and rain or maybe a bolt of lightning would solve our problems. While our trash can was left outside for some divine intervention, we still had a lot of raw food waste. I peel beets like every other night probably. I can't just fry 'em up like they're potato skins. Or maybe I could, probably not but some weird vegan has probably tried. I will have to put that on my to do list along with the BuzzFeed video. Anyway, raw food waste. Conveniently, we live in the bottom of the unit and right outside our door is some odd bamboo/deciduous forest fusion. The temporary solution while we waited for a deus ex machina to solve our problem with the creatures from hell was to throw everything raw into the forest. Beet peels? Into the forest. Avocado skins and pits? Into the forest while also praying for an avocado tree to grow from it. Egg shells? Definitely into the forest although I don't think egg shells did much to attract the fruit flies but in fifth grade I learned that they're pretty good fertilizers and I'm still here hoping for an avocado tree to grow. I imagine the raccoons and squirrels and other furry woodland creatures think of us as guardian deities who gift them with scraps of food. Perhaps they have rituals to appease us so that we will throw them more carrot peelings or an apple core. Honestly, every time I throw something into the small hybrid forest I just think of how many animals I'm attracting. It's kind of like I'm composting though. It's just on a very large scale with many other consequences. Our fruit fly problem eventually passed however so we've stopped throwing things into that green void. Omar at one point made a fruit fly trap with a strawberry. I think that also got flung into the forest at some point. This makes it sound like we just litter in our backyard but I promise we have a real trash can and we recycle. It's just this fruit fly problem had us wildin out for a bit. But that's over, it's cancelled. I can't help but wonder if the animals miss their guardian deities though.
I haven't gone to the gym since fall break, and before fall break I hadn't gone since classes started. I don't really give a shit about getting stronger at all but I have an ideal body in mind. I mean, ideally I could just fill out my body with a little more muscle mass and get rid of the bony edges and my tiddies would get a little bigger and I'd be chilling. It's honestly nothing crazy. I've been considering going to the gym today but I'm not sure if I'll make it or not since I haven't done any work and yeah, I don't have any work due tomorrow but that doesn't mean there isn't work I can do. So that's still debatable. I also kind of want to play volleyball again, but that would require finding other people. Not in the mood to find other people right now although I do know there are some people available. But for the most part volleyball and tennis every now and then have been my sources of aerobic exercise. I'm not sure how I feel about that since both sports are just making the right side of my body more defined than the left like always. I wonder how professional volleyball players even themselves out. I mean, by working out obviously that was dumb but at the same time they have way more evening out to do than I do. Let's do a case study: my husband, Alison Cerutti. Olympic gold medalist. Best blocker in the FIVB Beach Volleyball tour. Brazilian. Has a beard. 6'8"!!!! 230 lbs!!!! Great arms, and they're even!!! Crazy. Just look at some shirtless pictures of him but don't stare too long cause that's my man but do look. Sometimes I look at pictures of him and think his arms aren't that muscular but that's only because like, he's so big that like everything kind of seems small when looking at it all but in reality they look great. He's eleven inches taller than me, what a dream. I can't even imagine what it's like to be that tall. One time I was on grindr and some blank profile had their height as 6'7" and despite not knowing a thing about what they looked like I had to message them. I had to find out more but I didn't get a response as usual here in central Virginia. But anyway, if we're thinking realistically I probably won't be able to find a 6'8" volleyball husband like Alison I'm mean we're already married but also like realistically not many people I play volleyball with are that tall. Yesterday I played with this one cute boy though. He's taller than me which is a great start, kind of doe-eyed, white so most likely a demon, great setter, really nice. I tried out for club with him too actually and he remembers my face cause we talked a little. He made club unlike me since he's actually good lmao. I think he came to casual volleyball cause his leg was injured but he was still setting and sometimes he swung but that was painful. He saw me hit some jump serves in which is exciting. I'm sure I'm on his radar now. Anyway I will keep you updated on the doe-eyed white boy who doesn't usually show up to the casual volleyball since he's in club.
This post got out of control very quickly. Didn't open up my idea page at all, I just started typing and all this shit came out so that's something. Hope some of it was sufficiently spicy and funny and interesting and inspiring. Stay tuned for more as always. (also it's really funny when paragraphs end abruptly and you can feel when they do because i get tired of writing about that topic but i'm in too deep to delete stuff and try to end it more naturally so they just end oddly if you ever find that happening just know it's because i dug myself a large rambly hole i couldn't get out of)