I'm taking a Yoga class. And in this class I can get extra credit for doing things like... becoming vegetarian for two weeks, helping the homeless, meditation at temple, writing about my feelings, researching a path of Yoga, and other silly things. So far, after just the first class, which was just orientation, I love it. Granted, we haven't done any real Yoga yet. But I'm thinking not only will my general health thank me for it, my scoliosis and arthritis will thank me too. Not to mention Izzie's mom who is a Yoga master/instructor/enthusiast. She couldn't be HAPPIER that Izzie and I are taking this class. Honestly, neither could I.
Funny story about the first class of Yoga though. We walk in to the studio and just sit where there was enough surface area to sit. Then the teacher starts going through her entire spiel about Yoga being good for the mind/body/spirit and how happy she is that we've all taken this step toward enlightenment of mind/body/spirit and yadda yaddy yadda. Then she does a quick sweep through the class with her eyes, stops at me, and says, "Landy! How are you! I'm so glad you're in here!" To which I respond, "Yeah! Thanks, me too!" because I've never, EVER, seen this woman before in my life. Not a once. And then she must have been able to read the confusion in my face, even through my faking recognition and affection, because she said, "My son is in your improv team, Theo?" and then the connection connects in my brain. She is the mom of a fellow improver, Theo. I replied with "Of course! Hi, how are you?" And then we chatted for a moment in the middle of orientation. I maintain I have never been formally introduced to this woman. But that's okay, because she already likes me. And if there's one thing I like, it's being liked by my professors.
In other news, Izzie has yet to find a job. But that's okay, because I convinced her to go back to school, FULL-TIME. And, now that she is a full-time student, her parents will support her. Which is very nice because I stress out enough about making rent myself that I don't need the additional stress of being worried Izzie won't. We are taking the same classes: Intro to Music, Japanese Lit, Yoga, and the Spring show. I'm taking the addition class, Advanced Improv. But I'm not sure if I truly can take that class, because I've taken it already once, and I'm afraid financial aid won't pay for it if I audit or take it again for credit. I have to make a visit to the Registration office today after work.
My new schedule for Monday/Wednesday is this:
6:00-8:30AM Take care of Nes
9:00-3:00PM Classes
3:00-6:00PM Rehearsal
6:30-8:00PM Yoga
It is really full, but I like having my schedule so densely packed. It means I'm busy, not slacking off, and it makes me feel responsible so I act WAY more responsible. And do things like, NOT OVER-DRAFT.
Speaking of over-drafting, I over-drafted yesterday. I was very angry/sad. It was the first time I've over-drafted since October, which is ASTOUNDING in my life.
ATTENTION!!! BREAKING NEWS!!!
I just perused the online banking site and realized... I DIDN'T OVER-DRAFT!!! I'm still in the clear! What happened was, I forgot that my internet automatically withdraws from my checking account. And, even though the amount is WAY more than I currently had in there, because the transaction hasn't posted yet, it's just processing, I HAVEN'T OVER-DRAFTED. I'm still going strong with my banking. That's just plain too awesome for words. I like being good at banking. Or at least it's nice to not suck at it.
So... I'm trying to think of anything else interesting or nice.
Nope, I'm fresh out. So there Mom. I'm blogging again!
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