aawwwwww

My Holistic Health: Tradition Chinese Medicine class just ended earlier this evening. Three group presentations highlighted the last class; we took our final last week. Our group presented on Feng Shui.

We took a different route with the presentation. Rather than just reading off information and showing powerpoint slides, one of the members thought of presenting how Feng Shui works through informative skits. This was the best idea that we came up with.

Now ever since the group project was assigned back in early February, I dreaded the presentation part of the class. I loved everything else about the class and learned a great deal about this "branch" of holistic health. The teacher's pretty charismatic and makes the information that much more interesting.

So today was THE day for us to go up in front of class and do our thing. Was I in a funk all day, dreading this presentation. Luckily, I did cardio with the elliptical machine (finally made us of the 24 Hour membership) right after I woke up, and that really helped to release some funky energy.

Met with my group at 3pm, and they later told me that my face looked like all the world around me had fallen apart...the nervousness and tension was very evident. Forgetting my lines scared me the most. That's all my fault though, I really didn't study my lines or my cues that much. And after a few run-throughs, we realized that we could ad-lib a little bit, but stay on the storyline.

Showtime and we had the audience laughing, crying, saying that it was better than "Cats." Well, only the first was true. Most of the class enjoyed the skits. Broadway here I come!

Another group ended the class by performing a beautiful Japanese Tea Ceremony. They had the entire class exit the room, and we came back inside with relaxing music, sandalwood incense, candles, and tea on our desks. It was the perfect way to balance out the letdown I felt that "it's all over," and the perfect way to end the class in general. The energy was amazing; it really felt like we left the physical world outside of class and entered the spiritual inside. Thank you to my groupmates and to the class. AWESOME!

damn you fedex!

While my problem with UPS was that they never delivered in the evenings for domestic delivery when people are usually home already, the problem with FedEx is that they delivered my package at around 6:20pm earlier this evening.

Where was I? I was in class. Oh the irony of it all.

This irony leads me to wonder if I'm not meant to have Tivo at all. The package that I missed was some kind of wireless internet adapter for Tivo to work. Since I received the big Tivo box through UPS about two weeks ago, I haven't "enjoyed" the "benefits" of Tivo because it just hasn't worked because of that darn missing adapter.

Perhaps I'm really not meant to have a relationship with Tivo. Three years ago it didn't work out, and now, not having a job, does paying $13 a month really worth pausing live tv? I don't even watch that much tv anymore. It's a great trend for me. Especially when I eat, the tv is off, since eating is supposedly one of the times when you're nourishing yourself with some quiet time. Why let tv distract you?

I may need to return this Tivo as well. I mean really, much of what's on tv is just crap anyway. I only watch some of the crap.

good is good

My love/hate relationship with Sheryl Crow continues. For a long time she was on my good side, but when her first album came out back in the mid 90's, I didn't care much for her. I thought she was all fluff, and I also read an article about her ex-boyfriend and how he died and how she took all the credit for coming up with that first album. So that was sour.

1996 comes along and I hear this song on the radio, "If It Makes You Happy," which I thought was really annoying. Come to find out the reason it annoyed me so: Sheryl Crow sang it. But somehow, that song grew on me. I eventualy bought that whole CD.

The next couple of years, around the turn of the millenium, we were on good terms.

Things went sour again when she dissed Britney Spears, but while she dissed Britney for showing too much skin, Sheryl also showed some skin on some magazine spreads, so I was like, what a hypocritical bitch! At this same time, that other annoying song "Soak Up The Sun" came out. I didn't buy the catchiness of that one, it sounded way too fluffy for me.

"The First Cut is the Deepest" also didn't cut it with me. Too sappy.

Fast forward to nowish, and for some reason, "Soak Up the Sun" started to grow on me as well. I love the bass for that song. It kept playing in my head until I finally "acquired" it about two weeks ago and it replays in my iPod. "Good is Good" is pretty good too.

...you give good "head"...

Head massage, that is.

For my haircut this morning, my barber/stylist rinsed out the tiny loose hair in those beauty shop head sink dealios. This guy's got some magic fingers because when he ran that warm water and then shampooed, that's when the massage action took place. It felt like my head experienced a long and drawn out orgasm, yeah, it was that good. I still feel the "tingle," hours and hours after the fact. Something about the right length of his nails and the smoothness of his skin, and of course the softness of the water enhanced everything.

Unfortunately, I can't duplicate his magic when I shampoo on my own, and I attempted many, many times.

The title is sung in the tune of Whitney Houston's "You Give Good Love."

the future's so bright, i gotta wear shades

I'm stuck with the new shades that I got in Sacramento.

Last week, SG and I lunched at Toyo, a Japanese restaurant in a shopping area with Albertson's and Ross as the anchor stores. After grabbing dessert from Baskin Robbins, we walked by Ross on the way back to the car and right by the window was the sunglass carousel. There, I saw my new pair of sunglasses and upon further inspection, found out that they only cost $9.99 at Ross compared to $36 at Macy's. Even though I wound up paying a total of around $24 at Macy's because of a sale they got going on and an additional off when I paid with the Macy's card, my dream was to buy the pair at Ross and return the other ones at Macy's.

I couldn't buy the Ross pair right then because of the really super-long line, and SG had class, so we didn't have enough time to stick around for that.

Well today, my first chance to go back to Ross, and the carousel was mostly depleted of its stock. Not a trace of my pair there, so there went a missed opportunity to get some cash back in my pocket.

still

ok, I'm still high, and i ate that cake way back at 5pm, then felt the effects an hour later. but i think i'm finally coming down. good grief.

it was cool tho in class because i was looking at my teacher's green John Deer shirt and it seemed to glow when he lectured. too bad i couldn't catch all the stuff he lectured about but i just wrote down all the stufff he wrot on the borad. very inthrusting. my friend took me home.

i'm baked

I can't believe it. It's Monday night after my biology class and I'm sitting here in the school bibrary's 2nd floor group study room typing up this blog. The reason is because I'm trying to come down.

Funny story really, Faye, my classmate in bio brought in a slice of banana bread with some special added ingredients. I tasted it, it was good. I thought that a little piece wouldn't hurt, but then i got a bigger piece, then one hour later after our ten minute break, i started feeling the effects. it was late reaction. i'm such a liteweight, and a delayed reaction. it feels weird to type , my mind is somewhere else, but onthis blog, but my fingers are far removed from the mind. i listenn to the eyepod. in a szone. a weird zone, so that was a really good cake.