Welcome to your new home

I made it, and am writing the from my new incredibly comfortable European-plush top mattress with a fan blowing directly on me, as it has been all night because we rarely use the air-conditioning. My yoga mat is spread out next to me toward the opposite wall, where I have designated it to stay as my yoga-zone, adorned with a big ol' Om that I drew a couple days ago specifically for the purpose. Unlike last year, my necklaces are hanging from the bottom tacks of all my tapestries and on any knobs I could locate already placed around the room. my earrings, on the other hand, are just as they were, dripping from a mesh pencil case that I have propped on the wall. The house itself is great too. It is split directly down the middle with the rooms mirroring each other in each apartment, except that I have a tree out my window and the guy who has my mirroring room does not. Evidently, we have become friends with the neighbors and sharing a beer on the porch in the evening with them is already starting to be somewhat of a tradition. Until last night, that is, when my housemates and I went to Decadence, New Orleans' gay Madeiras on Bourbon st. It was scandalous, to say the least- never have I seen so many shirtless men who look right through me as I pass. It was good fun. We then progressed to a house-party and then finally, when poor Stephanie was already falling asleep, we drove home.
But on to work: on Thursday we drove to Baton Rouge for registration. It was basically a long session of paperwork that ended with us all putting our hands in the center and breaking on "an inspirational word," which ended up being "registration". where the inspiration is in that, I don't know. but so be it.
I'm already quite skeptical of the whole team mentality...or not so much the team mentality, because that is essentially what I signed up to participate in, but rather the superficial exercises (such as the closing exercise) that try to force a team spirit onto you. I will be enthusiastic about what I do and about learning from the people around me if I am enthusiastic about them, and doing team-building and trust-building games and practices, after having done it so many many times before, will do nothing but reduce my enthusiasm. As a child I would have been uber-enthused about the exercises alone, I used to love those things, but that might be exactly the problem. I have grown out of superficial communion. Except the game big-booty. you have to love that one.
And lastly, what have I been doing with most of my time since the actual program doesn't start until Tuesday? I've been reading Eat Pray Love and must insist that everyone reads it. I hope to finish it today. And last week I went to an open mic and my roommates insisted that I play, so I did, and was asked to play an hour slot on Monday, so at 9pm my time send positive vibes in my direction please. I've also watched a lot of movies, such as the sound of music and breakfast at Tiffany's, and I've done between half an hour and and hour and a half of yoga every day...hopefully when my regular routine sets in I'll still have time for all these things...I might have to do an alternating day schedule, kind of like my face-exfoliating scrub.
And on that thought, I'm going to go brush my teeth and then make myself a smoothie or something.
til next time
cheers!