yoga master.

I went and took a yoga class last night with Kristin at this place in Pasadena called Yoga House, I think. I did yoga one time with some of the guys but I don't remember it being anything like what I experienced last night. Before even going in Kristin had to explain some of the proper yoga etiquette to me. Apparently I was dressed more like a bboy than a yoga master, but hey, I was ready just in case the teacher wanted to battle. I wasn't supposed to eat or drink 2 hours before because i guess yoga is similar to swimming? No socks and no shoes. I was cool with everything and really thought it was gonna be a breeze. I figured if I can go windmill-flare-turtle-ufo then how hard could it be to hold some little pose. WRONG. I ended the night in more pain then I feel after most practice sessions, needless to say I was also covered in sweat. But I'd partially like to blame the fact that they keep the temperature of the room at something reminiscent of an island, which explained the thick smell of sweat. I did pretty well for the most part, but I seriously gotta tip my hat to you crazy yoga people, some of those positions you hold are really intense. Really. This one Chinese guy was all into it and his breathing was so loud that I almost started laughing in the beginning, but apparently laughter is also not allowed while trying to put your body in its natural state. The class was great though, I really enjoyed it. It was nice being there with Kristin, we have now exchanged activities. I took her bboy'n and she had me do some yoga. I think her activity was much harder, but then again I've been doing mine for years now.
We've now seen each other 3 out of the past 4 nights and are planning on getting together again tonight. I heard from someone yesterday that she just got out of a relationship which makes me wonder if I'm just the "bounce back" guy. Who knows. Although, I would kind of like to know....
But hey, if I'm gonna take the advice I always give to everyone else, then I should not even worry about it, give my all and just go for it....

tagging. LA. bboy.

I feel compelled to start this post with something directed to my sister Kourtney. We recently exchanged some interesting thoughts on "growing up". She basically told me to suck it up and just do it. She didn't do it in a negative way and in fact I think I really needed to hear it even though at the time I didn't want to hear it. Well the next morning I opened up my scriptures to study for the day and the page it opened up to only had one scripture highlighted, and only part of it was marked.
"you have censured me, but it mattereth not; I am not angry, but do rejoice in the greatness of your heart." (Alma 61:9)
Of course humility hit next. And so to my loving sister I say; "you have censured me, but it mattereth not; I am not angry, but do rejoice in the greatness of your heart."



Ok, so I would like to talk a little about this date I went on Friday night. Well I actually met this girl at a party a few weeks ago, then saw her again at a dance a week ago ( I had already forgotten her name by the time I saw her again, I suck with remembering names) We talked, danced and I got her number. For those of you who know me really well, I'm terrible with the "standard dating protocol". So, I actually texted her that night. A couple days later we set something up for Friday.
We decided we would go downtown and get some bboy pics by some of the tagging. First off, any girl who is down to do something like that is pretty legit. So we went and got some pics down off Garey St. Then we went and had sushi at Sushiya this little trendy restaurant over on Sunset. We grabbed some yogurt at Yogurtland (pretty much the best yogurt place I have ever been to) The night culminated with us watching dancing videos on youtube.
Just a little note here, this was the first date I've been on in about a year I think. Why? Because I have spent this entire past year all wrapped up in the Hannah thing. The guys would be the first to say I should've forgotten about her a long time ago. I couldn't though. You can't blame me for holding on though. I have been around, dated, and hung out with enough girls to know how I want to feel around someone. In fact I know exactly how I want to feel. Hannah was the first girl I had dated since high school who made me feel like that. Well I got that feeling again around Kristin, actually before we even went out. Weird, I know. Part of me was actually hoping the date would be a huge disaster, because the idea of going through a Hannah pt. 2 doesn't strike me as fun. So, I thought, maybe if it goes horribly wrong I will just stop liking her. Wrong. Haha. The date went really well ( I think... haha) and of course now I like her even more.
Of course I called Mom the next day to fill her in on how the date went and for the very first time EVER, Mom said, "you better not mess this one up". Whoa. Usually I like calling bc I know she is gonna say something like "well, just see what happens", or "thats nice, if it is something good then things will work out".... I'm not sure if she is just ready for me to settle down or what, but it was so out of character.... Haha, thanks mom.
Well, if nothing else comes from this I would like to say that I owe Kristin big. Because I have spent the past year unable to move on, always dwelling on something that wasn't good for me. I'm now past that. So, I have no idea what's going to happen but at least I know I'm willing to let something happen.