An exercise in proper breathing

This “being a senior” mess is no joke. I recall my senior friends of two years ago staying drunk and sleeping in throughout most of their last year here.

...where’s my sleep‽

I’ve been sitting around, anxiously chewing my nails to bloody nubs during the wait for grad school (etc.) rejection... I mean... acceptance.

I’ve found all sorts of ways to distract myself from frantically rechecking my application statuses. The worst has been cooking. Elaborate stir fries, multiple kitchen fires, cheesecakes, escaping cabbage, Indian dishes... the works. Don’t forget the kitchen cleanup, either!

Then there’s YouTube.com. Search for “The Indian Version of Thriller.” I dare ya. Michael Jackson has nothing on this guy. Trust me, you can watch this one countless times before you get tired of that dancing.

Oh, and I can’t forget the yoga. I haven’t been making it to class lately, but my apartment’s living room could be a shrine to yoga. There are incense ashes everywhere and my stereo’s CD player won’t eject my most recent yoga listening disc. There are even foot prints and small blood stains all over the walls from where I’ve tried to do some of the inverted poses and failed pretty miserably. That blood’ll come up, right?

Right?