January 06, 2002 :: 2:00 p.m.
I am not a citizen of this yoganation
My back hurts. I suspect it's from the very small amount of yoga that I did last night. Tried to do, rather. I participated in earnest for about 10 minutes before I just stood there, in what we'll call the Slacker Pose. Hands in pockets, blank stare at the TV screen. You know. Yoga is definitely not my thing. It's boring in a way that I can't deal with. I mean, going to the gym and riding the stationary bike for however long is boring too, but at least I can read a book while I'm doing it. You can't read a book while doing yoga. You can't do much of anything while doing yoga, except do yoga. Joe was much more into it than I was. No better, really, but more enthusiastic. More vocal, too. He kept yelling about how much it hurt and how his legs don't bed that way. At one point he claimed to have a charlie horse in his ass, which sent me out of Slacker Pose and onto the floor in an unbelievable fit of laughter.
I picked up an application at CD Warehouse last night. The guy said that he's not sure if they're going to hire anyone new or not, but that I should fill it out just in case. And so I shall. I'm not sure if they're open on Sundays, so I'll probably take it in tomorrow. Ooh, ooh! There was the cutest girl working there last night! She was little and had red hair and an english accent. Aww. I wish I was that cute. I need a to wake up one morning and find that my faery godmother has visited me during the night, granting me spectacular cuteness and lots of money. Then I'd run out and buy her a big box of Godiva chocolates and send them to her as a thank you gift. I'd buy one for myself, too, because everyone knows that cuteness granted by a faery godmother is resistant to fat.
Ah, if only.
I have the weirdest things in the morning. They're like semi-dreams or non-dreams or something. It's like I sort of wake up, but I can't actually fully wake up until I do something in this semi/non-dream. Like once I had one where I was in a big white room with a stack of magazines, and my task was to rip up the pages and cover the entire room with the pieces. In another, I had all these big gold bands, like huge wedding rings or something. I had to stack them up past the sky, but I didn't have a ladder or anything to stand on. It's really odd, because in one sense I'm awake, but I can't wake up. Eventually I snap out of it, usually after my alarm clock has been ringing for 25 minutes. I don't know why I even have an alarm clock. It doesn't wake me up.
I'm looking around on Elfwood and it's making me want to draw and paint and produce things. Unfortunately, it's also making me feel rather like poo about my artistic abilities. I've been neglecting them lately, which is quite obvious because I was looking through old sketchbooks and I like them more than I do my current one. Greck. Perhaps I'll use the multitude of free time I'll inevitably have today to work on that.
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