This week has been eventful and hectic, and although I feel pretty worn out due to lack of sleep and too much driving, it was worth it. It's amusing how I'll have certain weeks where I have literally nothing planned, and a sort of gloom settles in my soul in its desire to go out and socialize. When I do have those weeks where my schedule's filled up however, I just feel overwhelmed and want to crawl into a hole and tune out the rest of the world...it's an odd life, hehe.
This has been the first week in nearly a month where I've actually slept in my own bed. Maybe to many it's not a huge deal, but seeing as how I've never left the nest to live in another place, it was kind of weird coming back to my place. My uncle and aunt were presumably staying at our house for a mere few days, but the visit prolonged by a few week, and I opted at staying at my boyfriend's place because seriously, which person contest the idea of being able to sleep next to your significant other for an unknown amount of time? Buutt after a while, the bed which is my own calls for me and I do tend to miss the mattress that was designed for usage in hotels (i.e
fucking comfy), and coming back to it was amazing...although I do just wish I could take my mattress and take it to the beau's place, since we've been sleeping on the couch sofa for nearly a year. -_-
In any case, besides school being unfortunately boring this week, I spent Tuesday afternoon sunbathing with a good friend of mine while discussing health and music, which kind of motivated me to get back on track with my vitamin intake. It's important to be taking some sort of supplement in order to give you much needed nutrients, so for the past week I've been doing that. I do feel a bit more mobile than usual, but who knows. Her mother is the main director of this popular theatre venue in Santa Monica known as The Edye Broad Stage, and she invited me to see Mikhail Baryshnikov in a play titled "In Paris,"
which I obviously had said yes to.
My mother and I had a wonderful dinner in Downtown LA at this restaurant named Chaya, which is a fusion between Japanese and French cuisine. They had a special Happy Hour menu in lieu of the Cherry Blossom Festival, so we sat on the patio of the restaurant, sipping on delicious cocktails while having some selections from both their main and happy hour menu. Needless to say, the food was amazing. I had a Kabocha gnocchi with goat cheese and my mother had order an authentic paella, among other things.( Couple of pics under cutCollapse )
By this point during the week, after having driven from Hollywood and back, to Hollywood again, to Downtown and then BACK home again, I was completely exhausted, but still I kept going on! The little train the could wouldn't be stopping for anybody! Thursday I had my dermatologist appointment for the dry patches on my neck and skin, but somewhat unfortunately it wasn't flared up so the specialist wasn't able to get a great look at what was going on. The specialist believes it to be eczema, which would make more sense because at least I had it (on my hands) when I was younger, and has prescribed me some creams to help eliminate the patches. Thankfully, they aren't too bad, but that's not going to deter me from applying the stuff every chance I can get.
And finally on Friday, today, my mom and I had the pleasure of going to see the play which was astounding. My friend had kind of spoiled me on the fact that it was going to be very weird and avant-garde, but the way the story was portrayed, as well as all the vocals and instruments having that raw, live feeling to it, made the story all the better. The play is entirely in Russian, save the for introduction of Baryshnikov's character, which is in French, and it tells the short tale of a comedically tragic love story between and ex-general and a house maid whose husband isn't in the country, and how their brief love affair transpires. Being only about and hour or so long, it doesn't go into too much detail, but is enough to allow the audience to understand the plot and the characters backgrounds. In short, it was obviously written and directed by a Russian. The sardonic and dry humor of the entire play was heavy and, in my opinion, severely entertaining, and I actually wish to see it again, but unfortunately it's on its last weekend.
And now I sit here writing this, with laundry tossing around in the background and the roomy dimly lit by one lamp, wondering what I am to do for the weekend. Probably nothing, honestly...play some more Skyrim and enjoy the warm weather that is supposedly coming our way. Or go for a walk. Whatever it may be, at least this past week has been socially invigorating!