Thursday, February 28, 2008


I'm so freaking tired. Why? Why must I procrastinate?

I despise my life right now. 

If I ever have to write an essay ever again I might cause harm to something. I don't know what. 

Maybe a small animal. 

Quote of the day: "Oh, I think I will probably be done by one or so. I'm a fast writer." 

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to do yoga

So today was all in all a good day. Much more interesting than yesterday. I think I jinxed it. 

School was great because I didn't have my last two classes, so instead of getting out at 6:30 I got out at 1:45. Oh yeah. 

I procrastinated with my time off. 

So word to the wise, don't eat dinner and go straight to Yoga class. Not so pleasant. Yoga was so crowded tonight, insane. I walked into a room of terrified looking people. Pretty awesome.

My teacher, he is great. 

He has an issue with anger. 

Yoga helps him with this. 

Sometimes you can see his veins begin to bulge. It's kinda scary. I mean, he suppresses his anger, and thankfully I don't think I have ever been the root of his clenched teeth. 

It's like someone won't be doing a pose right, or people are talking, and his eyes get all crazy. They like pop out of his head. 

Sometimes I imagine him walking up and punching someone in the face.

I hope that happens someday. 

Watching him control himself is really so great. It's like his does this quick glance at them, you know, a death look. Then his jaw gets a little tight, he closes his eyes, breathes from his "kidney space" and speaks really softly (pretty much just how you would imagine a yoga teacher to talk). Then, the best part, he gives whoever he talked to this half smile like, "it's okay, I believe in karma" smile...but in all actuality it's the "I really will kill you if you come to my class ever again", smile. 

I better be there the day he finally loses it. 

Quote of the day: "now, for all you gumbys out there, bring your right arm down and twist your wrist, now bring your hand under your left leg. Now take your left arm and reach around your back and grab your right hand. Breathe." (I can do this btw)

FYI, I'll probably post about American idol later. Two posts in one day. I'm a machine. 

Monday, February 25, 2008

Thank goodness the sun finally set

Today was so boring and pointless that it doesn't deserve to be talked about. 

Pretty much, I ate. All day. 

Quote of the day: "Up next, Law and Order" 

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Apparently I'm Jewish

Oh happy day. 

I've always told everyone how people think I'm Jewish. Tonight's events only confirmed that to the max. 

While I was at work this evening a fellow co-worker was flabbergasted (I used spell check for that word) when he found out that I am actually not Jewish. I have worked with this guy for three months. He thought I was Jewish that whole time--not that there is anything wrong with that. 

He found out that I wasn't Jewish and he was like, "dude, it's your hair, that's why you look Jewish." 

What? my hair? Like...a Rabbi or something? See, he thought that by saying my hair was the reason, it would be better than saying it is because of my ginormous nose. Guess what? I would much rather be told I have a big nose than for people to say I look like a Rabbi. Seriously, any day of the week. Twice on Purim. 

To make matters even bet-ter, I called Jon (the bf) and told him the story, and he had me tell his Jewish friend who lives down the hall. So I tell him everything, about the guy at work, almost all my facial features, and that my last name is Sandberg. He started cracking up and said, "yeah, not gonna lie, I've seen your picture. There is definitely jew there." (I have a really hard time spelling definitely. . . and exercise, does anyone else have that issue?)

I hope something this entertaining happens tomorrow. 

Quote of the day: "Hi, I just came in to pick up an order, and my salad wasn't in there" 

So uh...

First posts are always awkward. Maybe I should just end this one now. 
No. . . that's too much work. Let's just pretend this isn't my first post. 

     Well, this has been an exciting past five minutes. I started a little blog thing. Not only did I NOT have to specify my gender if I didn't want to, but I also had the option to post my astrological sign, and my chinese animal year thing. I'm a snake. Watch out year of the rat. Watch out. 
     Bam, new paragraph. That was actually a big deal, because I suck at remembering to make paragraphs. So, my inspiration for beginning this blog was my Yoga instructor, Rob. . . or is it Rod? I can't remember. Anyway, I'll have too explain him later, when my thoughts are a little clearer. 
     Something I would like to tell everyone before I forget, is my epic experience at Walmart yesterday.

 First, let's pretend that I don't shop at Walmart. 

The Wallacemart next to my house is pretty classy, let me tell you. I mean, does your Walmart have an old person handing out stickers on your way out the door? I bet not. Anyway, mine does. 
As my mom, Maddy, and I approached the garden center, I could have sworn I thought I heard Gabriel's horn, it was that beautiful. As we walked closer I realized that it was not Gabriel's horn, but rather, yodeling. 

My sticker lady was yodeling. 

This wasn't your run of the mill Swiss Alps yodeling. It was like Snow White ride at Disneyland yodeling. You know what I'm talking about. When the dwarves are dancing in the house. I actually got excited for a second because I thought that I was at Disneyland. 

Lesson learned: If your Walmart doesn't make you feel like you are at Disneyland, it's time to find a new place to shop. 

Quote of the day: "So, we just have to keep doing it" (Most likely you will never understand these, but I find them hilarious)