I’ve made it to day eight of this thing! How is that for effort? I don’t know about you but I might be a
little lot proud of myself right now. I don’t think I’ve done this much blogging since I had that angsty teenage blog years ago. Ha. The prompt for today is quite apt because (as far as I know) I actually am home alone. I’m not hatin’ it either.
Day Eight: Things I Do When I’m Alone
// Write blog posts/poetry.
This doesn’t have to be an ‘alone’ thing but I find that I’m a lot more productive when I have peace and quiet. I like to be able to play my music and be alone with my thoughts when I write blog posts, am I right? That is the way to get shit done. I took a creative writing paper last semester and I didn’t hate it. Surprise, surprise. I quite like reading and writing poetry…and it’s also something I do when I’m alone. I look (almost exactly) like this:
// Sing really badly…especially in the shower.
I’m well aware that my ‘singing voice’ sounds like a bunch of rabid cats…dying very slowly and very painfully. That awareness goes out the window when I’m alone though. The music gets cranked up, the windows get closed and I sing my heart out. If I’m in an exceptionally good mood then I will sing in the shower. I don’t know what it is but I’m sure my voice gets better when I’m in there. The acoustics must be really good ;]
// I watch all the daytime television shows that I can stomach.
I live with four lads. We have one television in the lounge and then two boys have their own television sets in their rooms. We have a pretty good set up in this house, not gonna lie. However, because they’re boys, they hate day time television. I get to watch all the reruns of crappy shows, I get to watch Jeremy Kyle, I get to watch shows that make me feel good about the person I am. Ha.
// I walk around in my dressing gown. all. day.
It’s lunchtime and I’m still in my dressing gown. It is glorious. I love it. It’s so fluffy and cuddly and beautiful. It is grand.
// It turns into selfie central.
I take a million photos of myself…and I’m not ashamed of it. Ha. Snapchat and Instagram become my biggest priorities. Woo.
// I clean.
Being home alone can get boring…and lonely. And boring. Mostly boring. Cleaning the house isn’t something that stops though. There is always something to clean. So, when it comes down to the wire, I end up cleaning all the things. For hours. No lie.