...smells musty.

*walks past blog eating an apple. stops, turns and peers in.* wow... i haven't been here in ages...

hokay. so, i have a new computer (thanks daddy). its pretty nice too. brandon and i modified it to be extra cool too. see? *vannah whites the computer* hrm... what to talk about... uh...
i was gonna do a week to week yoga update, but, well, i kinda forgot. and usually after yoga my arms hurt so bad that i can't type anyway. so here is three weeks of yoga in one post! yay! well, three weeks and the intro week... so four technically. but only 3 weeks of yoga. whatever.

week 0-
i get lost on my way to the gym. its at a different school that the one i attend, and they didn't post signs or have flight attendants to guide me, so it was kinda weird. turns out, it is in the back of the gym on the second story, which you have to leave the building and enter through another door. i'm telling you, they don't want people to find this place. anway, we all show up and she tells us everything that we will need to know for the class. this makes braeden happy because she says that instead of going from 7-9:(something) that we would only be going from 7-8, 8:15 tops. it depends on how long we want our nap to be. *sheds a tear of joy* i'm going to love this class. we leave way way early

week 1-
I bought my yoga mat, yoga band/strap thing, and yoga block and show up to class. now, evidently i bought into the myth that yoga was fun and relaxing and not painful. like everyone else who bought this myth, i was lied to. not only lied to, but like, massively lied to. like satan-level here... no "little white lie to not hurt your feelings and make you feel better" lie either. i thought yoga was standing and posing and somehow brought you inner peace and stuff (haha... i just put inner peach.) no no... it is painful posing and contorting. so, i'm sweaty, sitting on a sweaty mat, one leg painfully stretched out in front of me, the other weirdly wrapped around the other one, i'm leaning forward, crushing my lungs and diaphragm, and my yoga instructor says, "don't forget to breathe. isn't this relaxing?" i looked up at her and glared at her and though "no. in fact, this is the most unrelaxing thing i could be doing at the moment. and if i could physically breathe, i would be. since that is generally what sustains my life." she was looking down, and didn't receive my little message. about five min. in, i thought "man, i'm gonna be sore in the morning." about 30 min. in, i thought "man, i'm gonna be sore 20 min. after class is over". so, then, the hour is up and it is time for our "nap". evidently the definition of "nap" has greatly been misinterpreted by this lady. but, for all its worth, it was relaxing. i was connected to the earth and the universe and the creator. evidently. i felt connected to hot sweaty mat, the nasty, hard gym floor, and my sweaty t-shirt, but you know... i walked through the maze of the building and down the stairs and i was already sore.

week 2-
still a tiny bit sore from last weeks regime, i drudgingly try and find my way through "jungle hardin-simmons gym". this week was relatively uneventful. it hurt signifcantly less than the first week. which is a good sign. it still hurts mind you. i swear, you never put your arms down. ever. for an hour. that alone is killer. this time during the "nap" i tried to feel connected to everything like i was suppose to be doing. and it was very peaceful.

week 3-
so, only having been in pain for one day instead of seven, i was mildly excited to go back. i mean, maybe this time i could go an entire workout without wanting to die. or to downward dog myself out of there. (haha... yoga humor) so i get there, and there is a line at the front of the room going into the supply closet. this is odd, so i go over and get in line too. guess what. we are getting weights. my heart sank. we have a choice of 1, 5, or 10 lbs. to choose from. i chose 5 so as not to look like a wienie (i can't believe i just looked up the spelling of "wienie") (speaking of, here are some interesting facts about the word "wienie" its pronounced wee-nee or whi-nee. its a shortening and an alteration of the word "wienerwurst". and it's a noun. except when used as an adjective.) (and i chose 5 lbs. because that was all that was left, but i choose to think given the choice, i would still have chosen the 5.) (yeah, right.) so, our session begins, and things are going well. evidently she only wanted us to have weights by our sides for comfort, maybe? no. we do a yoga version of arm curls and junk like that. now, normally, this can be a relatively painless excercise. but with yoga, you never let your arms down, so it is killer! pain pain pain. finally its over and we are connecting to the creator, or God, or whatever we believe in and i'm lying in a forest on soft vegetation. this is definitely my favorite part of the sessions.

things i have learned from yoga.
1) yoga was designed for women. some of these poses just didn't consider the design of the male. at all. ouchy.
2) i have great leg strength, but no leg flexability. conversely, i have great arm flexability, but no arm strength. (i blame band)
3) the world is way loud and a very unpeaceful place to be. this become blatanly obvious after having been connected to everything, to have everything being yelled at you and flashed in bright neon colors. i really like the relaxation/medition part. i think everyone should at least learn how to meditiate and relax. it puts so much stuff in perspective.
4) I HAVE TRICEPS! now i realize that every human has triceps or they couldn't move their arms, but mine are actually getting defined! maybe all this pain will be worth it...


i'm getting sick. i always get sick around this time. without fail. year after year. it always happens during pledging season for some reason too. i though it came early this year, but pledging has been going on for a week now. i totally forgot until i saw all the pledges around the GATA fountain today. so the tradition continues... hopefully this won't get as bad as sophomore year. ew.

lately i have been listening to a bunch of Phil Collins. i love Phil. one more night. just give me one more night. mmm.... *closes eyes and sways to the music in my head*

i watched a good, yet depressing movie yesterday. "Grave of the Fireflies" ironically, i watched it yesterday of all days. (1000 cool points to anyone who can tell me why... ;) ) i recommend the movie to anyone. except for jamie who refuses to watch anime.

ok, well, i can't think of anything else to put, so i guess i'll leave now. ok, fox out =^.^=