Painting The Roses Red

So, yesterday:

- Latin Class

- Meet with Advisor

It wasn't the best of mornings, and

it wasn't the worst of mornings, either.

But, it really sucked.

Latin was fine,

(as it usually is)

but my advisor has decided that

all the work I did over break

(yeah, remember those long hours in Starbucks?)

were not useful, and therefore needs to be

redone in a new and, supposedly, "better" way.

Ugh!

Well, I guess that's grad school for you, right?

Have any of you out there in Grad School had similar experiences?

So, needless to say I was bummin' a bit on the way home.

So, I stopped first to get myself some mini-chocolate stuffed croissants from the cheap bakery type place that is all over Hungary (called "Princess"),

and seriously, they're the best things ever. Someday soon I will take a picture of them and their deliciousness, promise.

Then I stopped and bought myself some roses from the local florist.

Seriously, flowers automatically can make a bad day, a good day.

And, so can buying yourself small presents.

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Then I got back to the dorm, vegged out for a little bit

and then decided to go to Bikram.

Best. Decision. Of. The. Day.

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And God! was it hot in there this time - so, so, so humid.

But also so, so, so, amazing.

It was packed - the room was full of men & women,

sweating, stretching, yoga-ing.

Sometimes I still felt like this:

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But, it was exactly what I needed after a day like that.

It got my mind back somewhere in my body.

I was so much better after I left than when I walked in.

I think I am going to make going at least 2-3 times a week

part of my routine, no matter what I have to do,

or how much work feels like it's piling up.

I need more "me" time this semester!

Have you guys tried Bikram?

If not, I totally recommend it.

Oh, and again:

Keep your eyes pealed

Sam, Neely, & I have a surprise!