I Mustache You A Question....

…..But I'll shave it for later.  When that's the first thing I think of when I wake up, you know it's gonna be a good day.

As a female, I really like wearing yoga pants.  They are comfy, cute, and when worn with the right top, can be mistaken as dress pants.  Win-win situation, right?  It would be, but I feel like for the amount of time I spend wearing yoga pants, I should actually do yoga.  I'm not entirely sure why I don't….it just seems inefficient.  I'm not exactly sure what it's supposed to do for you as a person.  I know it's supposed to be relaxing and all that, but many other things are too; playing the pianos, blogging, playing with Play Doh, clubbing baby seals, stuff like that. (Note: I do not actually club baby seals  to relax. That's awful.  I don't club baby seals. I club regular babies. I'M TOTALLY KIDDING ABOUT ALL OF THIS!)  I might attempt yoga at some point in my life.  Maybe when I'm a stressed out soccer mom who carries bandaids and laughs alone while she eats salad. (http://thehairpin.com/2011/01/women-laughing-alone-with-salad/ )Apparently salad is freaking  hysterical, but I digress.  I'm sorry, but I really don't think that I can not laugh while trying to deep breath while doing a "downward dog".  That just doesn’t sound relaxing.  Or appropriate.

I've spent the majority of my Saturday celebrating Christmas with my roommates and sitting on my boyfriend's bed contemplating life once I got my homework done (this is rigorously academic school, after all!)  We were talking about the fact that I was playing an unfamiliar guitar and it absolutely shredded my fingertips.  We (in unison) termed this as a "mantar" (in the same class as such gems as "murses" and "mantyhose") This, of course, reminded me of the Minotaur (pronounced Min-oh-tour), but I very enthusiastically kept yelling "Like the Minotar! Like the Minotar!" (pronounced Mine-oh-tar)  I almost want to pull an xkcd and just pass it off as a clever quirk, but really, I was too excited by adding some letters to the word "guitar" to think fast enough to pronounce things correctly.  

Just some casual observations from my week:

• The gym is PACKED after New Years.  (Thank you, New Year's resolutions) The best times to go are late at night, and early in the morning.  Like that's gonna happen. 

• The campus is peppered with fresh relationships.  Here we see the awkward Grover couple in it's natural habitat, feeding on same-side-sitting and public make-out sessions.  (note: not all Grover couples are like this, but the few that are are so legendarily awkward that it ruins the rest of them)

• Learning the sign language to different songs and practicing them in the gym is both entertaining and practical. 

• After a semester of falling asleep with lights on and the miscellaneous sounds that accompany living in a quad, falling asleep over break in a dark, quiet room was much harder than possible.

• When I grow up, I want to be Tina Fey.

I'm going to make the warm weather a peace offering.