Alone in my house: Summer Edition part 1/2

I swear to no one and nothing I will chronicle my whole time alone in this house.

It's summer and with summer comes sun, swimming and music festivals. In particular (at least as far as I know) Bonnaroo. I've never been to Bonnaroo (as much as I'd like to) and this year I put all my spare money into Comicon in July. However, all my roommates bought tickets and Stingray is filming out of town for the same amount time which leaves me... alone... IN THE HOUSE. This has happened before over Christmas and with so much time on my hands, I tried to blog each day to see what I ended coming up with and how I spent my time... alone... IN THE HOUSE.

I think I got two posts in 5 days.

But I'm going to do it this time. I don't promise.

Day 1/2: The First Night

Really alone time began at midnight when I got home and realized it was just me in the house. I promptly removed my pants and stole food from my roommates to make fried rice. Then I meditated on how to spend all this time deciding on composing some music and drawing some sample pieces... then I watched hulu for two hours and started updating my blog.

Good night!

Alone in my house: Day Two and Three

Apparently I'm terrible at documenting my real life.

Day Two and Three:

Following my 5 hours of reorganizing the kitchen I threw myself into DVD's, hand-crafts and unusual meals made from room-mate abandoned food. Like eggs three days past their due.

Did you know you can tell whether an egg has turned using only a bowl of cold water? Thank god that was true considering the faith I put into it. Fill a bowl with cold water and place the egg on the bottom. If the egg sits "flat" (it's round, get it?) on the bottom, that's a fresh egg. If the egg floats a little bit but is still touching the bottom, it's still good but running out of time. If the egg floats, you better find something else to do with it other than eating it. Unless that's your thing in which case, you're an idiot.

After the egg didn't float, I boiled up some Ramen and drained it like pasta. I mixed up half the Ramen seasoning (oriental because I dabble in vegetarianism and the meat seasonings are made from animal) in the noodles then fried an egg sunny-side up with tabasco, thyme and montreal steak seasoning (because I love irony). I bowled up the Ramen and placed the egg (which I left a little runny) right on top.

Cost of meal: I already had the egg and seasonings so all I needed was the Ramen for $.89.

After my shanty dinner, I started working on a mobile using giant paper clips, fishing line, needle-nose pliers and cut up Kroger cards. This was an odd time for me.

Alone in my house: Day One (Technically Two)

It's after midnight. I've spent the last five hours cleaning and organizing my kitchen. Dishes washed and put away, spices moved from scattered position on countertop to smashed position in cupboard, ping pong balls collected and placed together in one basket. Thoughts on the matter: I didn't realize we had so many spoons or so many different containers of pepper, salt and garlic salt. Also, the pasta maker doesn't really make pasta. I'm not sure what it does. The kitchen doesn't look any different YET I am not disheartened.

It's quiet. Very quiet.

I've decided to make fried rice.