I remember being in class in high school, and when my teacher assigned weekend homework, rolling my eyes so far back into my head that they should have gotten stuck. I deserved for them to get stuck. I resented homework, because I was 17 and lazy and I just wanted to hang out with my friends. I was sort of a butt.

Now, I give myself homework. Being in a relatively new city, I want to make sure I take advantage of all the great things around me, and not piss away my time on Netflix. I know, Netflix is so fun, but you know that feeling when the screen pops and asks you if you are still watching. You KNOW that feeling.

So, in effort to make sure I take advantage of all the wonderful things in LA, I assign homework for myself each weekend. It usually consists of one thing to eat, one thing to do outside, and one art-related thing. This weekend, the assignments are: eat peaches, go walk around the Silver Lake reservoir with a friend, and go see the new exhibits at LACMA.

Go make yourself some homework and get out and see/eat/play with some stuff. Or just roll your eyes at me. That's fine too.