Posted from my iPad

There is something endearing about college professors who love what they teach and get extremely enthusiastic during every lecture. I am seven weeks into my first quarter back at UW now and I find more and more that college is easier when there is passion in what is being learned. Sometimes I feel like the dedication transcends from my professor to me; sometimes I feel it originates from within, which is pretty cool too.

Also, college is easier thanks to the Internet. I cannot tell you how many times I’ve gushed about the Internet to random people in my classes. I have almost cried a couple times too. On top of that, I no longer need to carry those heavy textbooks around. I’ve downloaded 15 credits worth of knowledge on my handy-dandy iPad. Do you know how amazing that is? I have compressed 20 pounds of text into 1.33 pounds! We’re talking lossless data here. Lecture slides are now all posted online too. This seems like a no-brainer to me so I am not sure why this wasn’t done back in 2005 when I first started college and had to transport food for the day and books, lab coat, goggles, lab book, leisure reading books, rain gear (because Seattle, that’s why), lecture printouts, laptop, charger for laptop, etc etc etc! You get the freaking idea.

So there you have it. Two reasons why college is just a tiny bit easier.

Also, I’m going into debt for this degree so that fire under my ass is really making me want to succeed.

This is going well

Last week, I sat down and read through some old things I wrote from my older blog. I’ve come to two conclusions.

1.) My life used to be way more exciting…

2.) because I was single and drank more.

People sometimes make poor decisions under the influence of alcohol and we all know poor decisions lead to awesome stories which I have none of. 

Ze End

Pew pew pew!

May I present the official trailer for Borderlands 2.

What I looked like after trailer preview

I don’t know whether or not love or hate the release date. It’s toooo long from today BUT it is TWO days before my birthday.

Sept 18th!!!!! Y U NO COME FASTER?!?!

A little de-motivational and uninspiring, not my intention.

I have been wanting to write a wonderful and meaningful post on inspiration for about a week now. Unfortunately (you know where this is going…) I am not inspired at all. On top of that, I sit at work all day in front of a computer so the last thing I want to do when I get home is sit in front of a computer. So really, the only time I would have to write anything is at work when I am not at all inspired. This means one thing. I’m fucked. (Also, I think blogging at work is frowned upon.)

I’m fucked because 90% of my job doesn’t inspire me. It really should bother me more that this is happening but it doesn’t. I tell myself that I am going somewhere in life and I’m sticking to that story.

Anyway, to get my brain and soul to start working properly again, I’ve devised a plan.

• Take vitamins – or as I like to call them, Brain Boosters.
• Stop eating crap – this was easier than I thought… except for croissants. That buttery flaky goodness is the shit!
• Surround myself with positive and inspiring people – you know, people that can have fun without alcohol.
• Throw shit away – if you watch Horders, you’ll know.
• Start running – I would start this sooner except for a few setbacks (i.e. no running shoes or working ipod or headphones)

So there. Wholesome, happy, goodness. Check back with me on this in  few months and I’ll let y’all know how its going.

What are some things that inspire you? What do you do to get yourself out of a rut of inspirationaless poop?

Seacrest, out.

There’s no place like Om

Lately, I’ve become sort of a whore for Lululemon. Those of you that run or do yoga regularly that are label whores like me, you’re probably familiar with the brand. And to those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, it’s like a Nordstrom for yogis.

I just shelled out $38 (+tax) for an (un)mat  because I love all things in parenthesis . (Who doesn’t?)

Also, I should say it’s an awesome mat. Firstly, the stench of rubber lasts only about three practices. Secondly, when I sweat, all of my sweat prints stick to it and makes me feel like more of a BAMF when I work-out.  Thirdly, it’s super slim and easy to carry around.  And most importantly, it’s sticky so I don’t slip on my crazy awesome pools of sweat.

It's travel sized but I use it as my everyday yoga mat!

So there you have it. A moderately-priced mat that doesn’t suck… in my humble opinion anyway.

Oh look, here’s a picture of me doing yoga in the snow:

Mt. Pilchuck is the best place to do Dandayamana Dhanurasana

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