My Yoga Experience

Today I went to my first yoga class ever (!) with my friend Regina. What an experience! It's a donation-based studio located in a New York City apartment building, with 2 floors devoted only to yoga. The studio Regina and I were in was completely crowded and our instructor looked like he should've been working at Hollister. I didn't get too many vibes off of him, except for the fact that he was standing right behind me staring at my ass when I was doing the Downward Dog position. (He tripped on someone's mat later in the class, which we all laughed at.)
Some of the people there were definitely interesting. The girl next to me had a mop of curly black hair under her armpits, the girl in front of my kept farting loudly (and shamelessly) everytime she bent down to touch her toes, and a girl in the front of the studio was constantly making these loud, overdramatic "AHHHHHHHHHHHH" sounds like she was so relaxed she could fall asleep while we were doing the most complicated and strenuous positions. Honestly now?!
By the end of the class, I was boiling freakin' hot and wished we were given the option to just do it in our underwear. But I really enjoyed myself and am looking forward to going again. I wonder what my next experience will be like!

There Was A Time That the Pieces Fit.

Ever since a friend introduced me to Tool's "Lateralus" album, I've been completely infatuated with their music. The lyrics and the beat especially swallow me whole. My favorite songs from the album are Schism, Reflection, and The Grudge.
Here's Schism, since it's the first song I listened to.

1940 - Submarines

I heard this song while I was at work today and I fell in love with it right after I heard the first line. It's a lot softer than my usual taste in music, such Metallica, but we all have our exceptions!

Arf!

Busy day today, the bus smelled like someone took a wicked dump, and I've gone through two boxes of tissues today from this stupid cold... But while I was out, I passed by a pet store and saw some of the cutest puppies hopping around in the window.


Aren't they precious?!

Ich Tu Dir Weh - Rammstein

I'm completely and endlessly addicted to Rammstein's new song "Ich Tu Dir Weh." It's one of those songs that makes me want to smudge my eye makeup down my face and roll around on a cobblestone floor in a dark alley....but only if the lead singer, Till Lindemann, will join me (haha). Watch this video, look at the intensity in Till's eyes (and at the light shining through his cheek piercing), and let it string a collar around your neck and take you for a walk.

Little White Dress

Look at this dress I tried on today. Isn't it cute? I really regret not buying it. It would be a great addition to my wardrobe - with different shoes, of course. ;)

The Joys of Womanhood

You know what I'll never understand? Why there's never a line for the men's bathroom, yet the line for the women's bathroom is always out the door. Is it because men simply have to unzip their fly? I'm a woman, and whether I'm pulling down my pants or lifting up my skirt, I know it's not a three hour process - 7 seconds, tops. What the hell?! This isn't the Victorian era where women have to loosen their corsets and fish through the fifty layers of their bustle skirts to get to their panties. This is modern day New York City, where women wear mini skirts even when there's a snowstorm and it's 20 degrees outside. If you can think of why the men are in and out of the bathroom in two minutes while I'm stuck tapping my foot on line for twenty minutes, please let me know!
Here's a picture of what 1/4 of the women's line at Border's looked like today. Honestly now!

Dawn of a New Era

Happy New Year everybody!
It's a new decade, new year, and a new start for me (as you can tell from my freshly revamped blog).
I had a fun, food-filled New Years Eve last night with one of my best friends, Jonathan. We were originally going to see the ball drop in Times Square (everybody has to do this at least ONCE in their life), but we decided not to go once we heard it would rain. Instead we ate our weight in honey barbeque chicken, mozzarella sticks, quesadillas, nacho chips, ice cream, and oddly enough, celery. The food was delicious and the night was lots of fun - and there's always next year for the thrill of Times Square.


And to stay with tradition, I made a few New Years Resolutions for 2010. Here they are!
- Take a belly dancing class
- Try yoga
- Go on a road trip
- Earn money in an unconventional way
- Pretend to be someone else for a day
- Take a new picture every day for a visual diary
- Create my book of poems, photos, cartoon characters, etc.
- Blog regularly

I could say things like "stop procrastinating" and blah blah, but I've said that every New Year since I was twelve, and every year I find some way to procrastinate once the clock strikes 12:01am. So instead I've decided to title myself the Master at the art of procrastination and be proud of my abilities to get an A on that 12-page paper I finished five minutes before it was due.

So I hope you all have an amazing new year filled with passion, music, and love. Make your dreams come true!