define it.
to me, hobbies are knitting and scrapbooking and collecting stamps and other things that remind me of middle-aged women in turtlenecks and l.l. bean skirts (unfair stereotype, i know).
i always sit and stare at the 'my profile' part of various services (friendster, this blog, whatever) and wonder what to write. i don't decoupage or crochet. i feel like the things i do in my spare time can't truly be called hobbies. working out? snowboarding? yoga? all activities, in my book, not hobbies. eating? i find that falls under 'activity' as well. reading? writing?
sammi listed out a few things that he thought my hobbies consisted of: drinking, swimming, snowboarding, beating people (wait, i think that was actually 'kicking ass'), salsa dancing, and eating. pretty close, i think, except for kicking ass and swimming. i would like to beat people sometimes. mostly when it's early morning and i'm forced to deal with public transportation and people who have really dirty dandruff-y hair that place themselves really close to me and wear black blazers. oh yeah, and people who have halitosis. i don't care, man. take care of your shit. floss and listerine and do whatever. just don't breathe in my friggin face. and yawn with abandon. that's so wrong. oh, and also people who walk slow at the transfer station and like, cut in front of you and decide to start sms'ing or reading their stupid newspaper. it'd be like whack-a-mole.
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