Mission to lock door: impossible

So, it turns out I have this fool-proof lock on my bedroom door, which prevents me from locking myself out. Not that I'd like to lock myself out, but I was planning on locking my door from the inside before I left tomorrow morning, and then opening it with a bobby pin when I got back in the evening. This is because the daughter of the couple I live with often goes into my room when I'm not in it. This bothers me, because she touches my things and moves them around. I considered making a short list of "rules" to put on my door to remind her that my room is off-limits when I'm not there, but she's developmentally delayed, and I just don't think it would work. I don't really want to confront her parents and ask for a key lock to be installed on my door... But I suppose if I keep on coming back to see that my belongings have sprouted legs and played musical places while I was out, I guess I'll have to.

I've had a slow-paced weekend, which has been both nice and frustrating. I'm anxious to start working so that I can use my weekends to relax, rather than to feel like I've got way too much free time on my hands. But, I suppose for my first weekend here, I got a lot done: Yesterday, I went to the nearby Hawaii State Art Museum. Every second Saturday of the month, they host a visiting art group or guild that puts on "family fun" events for the public. Well, I didn't have a family to go with, so I just went by myself. I felt a little awkward in a room full of elementary school kids and their parents, but nonetheless, I hung out long enough to tear up scraps of colored paper to be transformed into new, pulpy, hand-made paper. It was fun! And then I left, because the other activities available (coloring, rubber stamps, and paper airplanes) just didn't quite appeal to me. Actually, I didn't leave the museum, but I browsed around the galleries on the second floor, which is home to works by all sorts of Hawaii born and/or trained artists. There was a lot of interesting stuff... It would have been nice to have someone to admire (or bawk at) some of the pieces with, but there are worse things one could be forced to do alone.

After a quick lunch break back at the condo, I headed out again for the Hawaii State Library. I re-activated my account and got a new card, and checked out a number of books about law school and also about immigration. I never thought I'd be in a relationship that would put "How to Get a Green Card" at the top of my reading list, but life's full of funny surprises, isn't it? I spent all of last night educating myself on immigration methods and policies, and a couple hours this afternoon reading up on what it takes to go to law school. I've never been a fan of non-fiction, but I've been soaking this stuff up like a sponge. I think I've reached a point in my life where non-fiction actually applies to me.

Today, I was going to go to the Choral Eucharist service to check out the choir at the Episcopalian church next door, but shortly after I woke up I started seeing this arc of wiggly light in the peripheral vision of my right eye. I called my mom, and she promptly decided that I should go to the emergency room. Naturally. Anyway, luckily the lights stopped after a few minutes, but unluckily, I started to develop a headache, and realized I was suffering the onset of a migraine. So I popped 600mg of ibuprofen and went back to sleep until 12:30. Great way to spend a Sunday morning. Later, I headed out to the Aloha Tower Marketplace, a nearby shopping plaza which is apparently frequented only by tourists. I don't think I'll ever go there again. Then, after a good workout at the fitness center here at the condo, I enjoyed my dinner of "Stone Baked Organic Spinach and Cheese Pizza" (purchased frozen from Safeway, of course), watched a re-run of Desperate Housewives, and then learned about my unlockable bedroom door. Which brings me here.

I start work tomorrow. I hope it gives me something a little more exciting to write about than a door that won't lock... For the sake of anyone who's reading this, anyway.