Home Alone

For the first time since I have lived in my new house, I have the place all to myself (and Chloe). Amy has taken a week long trip out to Arizona to visit some of her old friends. She left on Sunday morning at 7AM (which meant I had to wake up early to drive her to the airport...on a Sunday). Since that time, I really haven't known what to do with myself. The truth of the matter is, I really haven't had any extended alone time since I was...well, shit, never.

I lived with my parents and brothers through high school, then had a roomate or more all through college. Once I got out of college, I lived with four people, then two, then one, until now when I've lived with my girlfriend. So this alone time sure does make for a quiet environment.

When I finally re-woke up on Sunday, I decided to go to the movies to see Star Wars. Amy hasn't ever seen any of the Star Wars and had no interest in seeing it, so why not seize this opportunity. I'm willing to admit I'm a dork, and went to go see Star Wars by myself along with the other nerds. I have two comments about the movies:

First, I really did not think that this Star Wars was as bad as advertised. Yes, it's not going to win any awards for dialogue and such, but it was entertaining nonetheless. Screw you, Roeper.

Second, I have never understood why someone has not invented a bag for the popcorn that is very wide, but not very deep. This does not seem like a very difficult concept, and the greater surface area would allow the damned vendor to get butter on more of the popcorn than two handfuls. I mean seriously, the popcorn at the middle of the bag tastes like sawdust without any butter. If I don't see this in the theaters in two months, I'm pulling a patent and taking care of this shit myself.

So three hours pass and I return home. Not much going on here...checked out some porn on the internet, which I have been sadly missing since work got busy. I would watch a movie, but I just did that. Guess I'll walk the dog. Fuck it's hot. That didn't last long. I really need a hobby.

Apparently, this "place to myself" shit is over-rated, as it has been two days now and I really haven't gotten to enjoy much of it, outside of having the whole bed to myself and taking a shit with the door open.

Perhaps I'm just in a transition period and the greatness of not having to concern myself with any other people will grow on me, much like the taste of wine. In the meantime, I hope there's some good shit on TV or something.

I'm sure I'll just start loving it on Sunday, just in time for Amy to return.