Bohemian Musings

So I’ve started taking yoga this week. Not just regular yoga… it’s what they call hot yoga.  I’ve came to the conclusion that this form of yoga is a lot like death. Like dying and then going to hell… I’m not kidding. :) See the room is regulated at 110 degrees, and you’re in there for 90 minutes in all kinds of crazy pain. When I left I had never felt so miserable in my life, I was drenched in sweat, and the muscles in my body felt like they were literally shaking.

With that being said, I’m going back Friday. Why? Because I’m crazy.

Andy tells me that he’ll take me sailing this summer, which I am unbelievably stoked about considering as how I’ve never been. He was telling me last night about the weird sunburns I would get. I thought it only appropriate to showcase how severe my past sunburns have, in fact, been. Most notably… the sunburn of 2005. The reason that had insane tan lines through February of 2006.

Ah, I remember that sunny June day like it was yesterday. I was listening to my ipod next to the pool after I had lathered myself up with tanning oil. No sunscreen… I didn’t need it because I was only going to be out there for about 20 minutes before I came back inside…. and before I know it I woke up a hour and 15 minutes later in indescribable pain. I couldn’t even move for about 2 days… it was the most horrible sunburn known to mankind… on the bright side… it did leave me with a tan. :) Here’s a shot from about a week after the sunburn… notice the chest region. Yes. I was indeed that red.

With that being said…. I usually always wear sun block now. I’ve learned to embrace the paleness and the summer freckles that the sun brings. I’m just not one of those people meant to tan.

A couple weeks ago I wrote about how I injured my finger in a door. Well now I’ve out done myself, this time with the thumb of my opposite hand. I was heating up some wax in one of those home wax kits. The plan was to wax the eyebrows, but I didn’t make it that far. I pulled the wax out of the microwave and was taking it to my bathroom to let it cool some before I used it, and it spilled all over my right hand… more notably the thumb region. It was a horrible burn….. extremely painful and not a very pretty sight either. Anywho, I am fine now, it healed up thanks to some miracle cream….. Though at the time I was not a very happy little camper.

Ugh.

I did something horribly stupid today. Something clumsy and typical of myself I suppose, but something that caused mass pain none the less. I slammed my finger in the door. Now this wasn’t the typical slam the finger incident. This involved 3 separate wounds on my left pointer finger…. All which involved blood, missing skin, and mass amounts of pain. This has been the most eventful part of my day.

With that being said, I spent my afternoon and evening with Noah, watching Felicity and then Stargate the movie. Which I have to admit I rather liked. I am sure Andy will be glad to hear that, and will be trying to get me hooked on the show now. I miss my sci-fi/ alien shows. No more Roswell… no more xfiles, though that was rarely about aliens. I just couldn’t ever buy into the whole demon baby/ vampire deal. Just wasn’t believable to me. This is the part where people are like “and aliens are believable to you?!?!” The answer is yes, they are. I think anyone who can’t even admit that there is probability of other life forms out there is simply close-minded and full of themselves. I don’t believe that in a universe that is infinite that we are alone. The way I see it is that humankind is a race that is simply concerned with killing our neighbors, killing our planet, killing ourselves….. I just refuse to believe that this is the best that God can do. It just saddens me. All people can focus on is the differences that they have with other people, not what they actually have in common. It’s such crap. And I swear if I see one more person throw their damn cigarette out their car window I will simply burst into flames and lunge myself at their car and engulf them in what they so insist on poisoning their lungs and the damn planet with. I can’t stand people that litter.

Another thing I really can’t stand is people that try to force religion down your throat. I do believe in God, but I don’t believe in any form of organized religion. The majority of churches are merely businesses…. I refuse to believe that any minister needs two houses within 20 miles of each other (both mansions might I add) as well as a helicopter and who knows what else. Whatever happened to giving money to charity, to people who need it? I mean, I personally would think that God would rather starving children be fed than the minister be able to fly around in his private little helicopter, but that’s just me….

I’m not saying that all churches are bad, I definitely believe that there are some out there that are operated for the right reasons. For me personally though, I believe in God, and I believe in life after death. But not the whole go to heaven with streets of gold. I believe in reincarnation in some form…. That we have so many lessons that we must learn, and each one of our lives is about one of those lessons, and in the end, we will be able to see everyone we once knew again and live forever with the wisdom that we have gained. Some might think this sounds crazy. Some say it sounds similiar to Hinduism, but I don’t believe in their other beliefs, so that puts a damper on that parade. But I honestly believe everyone should research religion, and then believe what makes sense to them. Don’t buy what people feed you. Learn for yourself, decide for yourself. I think it’s only then that you can truly find peace with the concept of death. Not saying that you wouldn’t still be scared of it, it’s the unknown and it’s only natural to be scared of what we don’t know. But having beliefs that comfort you helps. I guess is those people find comfort in going to church and giving all their money to a man who will buy multiple houses and aircraft then hey…. good for them, whatever helps them sleep at night I guess… I just wish people would step back and realize things… truly examine them. It seems some people’s only reason for going to church on Sunday is to be forgiven for the sins they did the previous week…. only to do same damn things the next week… it’s those people that truly urk me.

I just wish society didn’t place labels on what is okay and not okay to believe. It’s such crap. If we all followed that then the world would be an utterly boring place. Society says that you’re a bad person if you don’t go to church or if you don’t have some form of religion, society says that you’re crazy if you believe in aliens or if you think you’ve seen a ghost. If you say you’ve seen something paranormal, people will write you off as crazy and take nothing you say in the future as being serious, however, say you’ve seen the virgin Mary and people will light candles outside your bathroom door. It’s that extreme. Society seems to establish itself as some known it all being. Why not respect people that have views that differ from your’s? Why not realize that hey, perhaps you could be wrong about something and someone else could possibly be right. I just wish more people would be open-minded and realize the possibility of things. But then again, I am speaking of a world that rather spend it’s money on weapons and wars than exploring the depths of the ocean and the infinite space of our universe, a world that is okay with setting off bombs and polluting the atmosphere that allows us to survive. How can other people be so wrapped up that they can’t see that what they’re doing to “protect” themselves is actually killing us all? Why can’t we have peace? Why can’t people just wise up?

All of this greatly aggravates and discourages me. Enough said.

Yes, I got bit by a shark. Though Noah and Jenny found the situation rather hilarious…. I was rather upset. I was in ocean up to my waist when a baby shark bit my pinky finger. It didn’t even finish biting down on me before he decided he wasn’t interested. I look down and screamed and saw this little baby shark that was about 8 inches long. I started yelling for Noah saying I was getting out, and he came over and the shark came back and I felt his little teeth on my leg as I jumped out of the water and onto Noah and screamed I wanted to go on the shore. I didn’t have any marks… it didn’t even break the skin. After it happened… I guess it was kind of funny how I reacted. I can now say I was bit by a shark, and in all likelihood I don’t have to worry about it in the future. You don’t ever hear about a person getting bit twice…