Sunday Dinner.

Today is Sunday, and is therefore traditionally meant to be spent lying around lazily, reading novels, playing with pets and listening to laidback tunes. If only. As noted in my last post I have an exam on Tuesday, the subject for which I’m currently sitting on a HD and would dearly love to keep it. Did you know that latent heat of fusion is important to ocean environments, as it has a thermostatic heat-regulating effect due to the release of heat on freezing and absorption on melting? Me either. Go figure.

On a happier topic, I’m all set to make dinner tonight for; lets call him ‘Sam’. We haven’t been together long (only a few weeks), and even though he has his own place I don’t know if it’s a bit early to be having home-dinner dates. So guys? Would you be thrilled that someone was making you dinner instead of you having to fend for yourself? Or weirded out that this girl was replacing your mum? I guess I’ll find out tonight. Also! On a friskier note, what does black underwear mean to you? I’ve asked a couple of male friends and it seems undecided whether or not colours represent anything in particular. I’m just curious as to how widely known the underwear symbolism is, and if us females should be aware of what we’re unconsciously implying when we choose our panties.

I have a rather unfortunate song stuck in my head at the moment (‘So What’ by Pink. Need I say more?), so I will depart for the meantime but leave you with this poem I found on a poster in my bedroom:

Can we?
Shall we?
One day, very soon,
Let us go away together,
Just you and me.

Can we?
Shall we?
Call in sick one day,
Travel to the sea,
And hold hands all day.

Can we?
Shall we?
Eat our sandwiches on the train,
Get drunk on fresh air,
Come home tired,
And never tell anyone… ever.

- Rob Ryan.

Ps. I’m making some Chinese stir-fry dishes for Sam. Let me know if you’d be interested in the recipe. Very Easy!

Lani.