The best part about having a birthday in the middle of summer when everyone's gone, is that I get presents quite sporadically. Volla was home for a few hours yesterday, in which she showered, ate and packed her stuff to go to a festival. I got home when she was in the shower, and Monchita was making spag bol in the kitchen. I got the responsibility of making the salad, and then we all sat down to have a meal together. In which Volla updated us on her whereabouts for the past weeks (she went on a road trip through some american states), and we basically had a catch up. I opened my birthday presents after dinner, and as you can probably see, amongst the things I got, was a new pair of Converse, and a watch by Swatch. It's funny because I've gotten a new pair of Converse each year for the past five years. I've yet to try them on with an outfit, because most days I'm just lounging around the house in my pyjamas. She left around 6:00 pm, and I had a very chilled evening. Because I've been so tired the past few days, I decided to go to bed at 11:00 pm, and I woke up about 5:00 am due to a full bladder (due to having stew for supper). I didn't quite expect bumping into Monchita, half naked and half asleep in the hallway, but that I did. And at 7:00 am I had to shut my window because the birds outside were having very loud conversations. I got up around 8:00 am, had some breakfast with a cup of tea. I was listening to Bon Iver, and everything felt at peace. I have strangely enough spent my morning reading curriculum. Sometimes I get an urge to read up on certain illnesses, because I come across them in real life somehow. And it's nice this-- reading curriculum because I want to. I had a bit of salad and a banana for lunch (and loads of tea), before I went on to prepare dinner. I made chicken legs(?), and they were almost perfect. And that's not mine words, it's my sister's. It was such a nice comment, because I attempted making chicken legs the other week, and I don't think it went too great with them. But it was the first time I ever attempted cooking chicken in the oven. The best part about being home alone is learning how to cook. I've spent a lot of time in the kitchen lately, experimenting with foods. Anyway, I cleaned the bathroom after reading a fan fiction, and then I had a shower, before I did a bit of hooving. I feel proper domestic, and I don't hate the feeling. Oh, and I got a dress in the mail today. I was doing a bit of online shopping the other day, and I chose a colour that I normally don't go for. When I'm looking at clothes (or anything, really), I naturally gravitate towards things that are either stripy or navy blue. But I was good and didn't choose the dress in a blue. Right now I'm listening to the 1975 on the Breakfast Show with Nick Grimshaw from this morning. I'm probably going to eat, and then fill out my planner. Goodness, high five for a productive day.
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