Even though I have all this stuff on my tiny little dinner plate (which on any given day may or may not be one of those fancy China ones that cracks when you look at it too hard), life is good. Life is good good good for the first time in a while, and I'm not letting any languages or other nonsense rain on my parade (This is a Barbara reference, NOT Glee!). I was, though, reading my dear friend David's blog and I realized that I can't figure out what my 'outlet' is. He, of course, is sporty spice over there being all awesome and physically active with his bajillionK races. Now that I've started commuting to my 9am, because I live at 110 street and my class has been moved to flippin 122nd, I'm slightly less active. But I wear heels, so I kinda do the same amount of work, right?And I was never one of those "let's sweat out our stress" kind of gals. I mean who ARE those people?! Obviously here is one of them...
She's either just seen Edward (or that wolf guy?) or has finished doing a session of Bikram yoga at the studio I went to last week. This is pretty much what I looked like when I walked out: died hair, dead eyes, the whole shebang.
Anyway, the point is, I guess I need an outlet to balance my mental state and physical state, but I don't yet feel too burned out, just incredibly focused. This is refreshing considering I haven't been able to be too focused for a long time, but I don't think this extreme is really that much healthier than the other in a lot of ways. Also, I don't think it makes much sense that I can only title my blog post "free time" before 8am, AFTER doing my Arabic homework. I'm not complaining! I'm just mentioning it with mild bitterness.
Note to all: NEVER google search "sweaty"! EGADS.
Haha, now you're going to go dooo iiiit...
