i crosspost from facebook bc i don't have that much to write about.

there is proper etiquette for pretty much everything in life.

after i work out (once a week) i like to sit in the steam room. its amazing. its hot and wet and there's probably all kinds of amazing bacteria growing in there but some days they leave the eucalyptus spray (from the "mens locker room") in there and i can dump it all over myself and it smells delish. anyway, i digress. there is a sign that says not to exfoliate (wtf? they let hairy fat men in budapest exfoliate in steam rooms) and to wear proper clothes-- a bathing suit or towel. well after i'm done working out, i strip down to my skivvies and bare feet (nothing scares these puppies, i've seen many a locker room/hostel floor) and throw a towel on and get in. i figured this was okay because 1. i'm adhering to the sign and 2. no one else is ever in there. i usually stretch, sometimes i secretly work out my abs, meditate, do whatever the heck i want. well today i had my first encounter with another person. she was an overweight minority (this will be important later on), came in in workout PANTS, her sneakers, her shirt, and her ipod and water. and just sat down like it wasn't 110 degrees (+ or -) with 1000% humidity. well, for a second. and then she started panting and i thought "wow, maybe she is going to die in here." and then she starts shuffling songs around on her ipod which i can hear which is annoying cause hello i'm here for peace and quiet and sweating. and much to my enjoyment she's listening to selena-- that biddy biddy bum bum song. FOR REAL? people still listen to selena???

anyway, i wondered if i was in the wrong for being in my undies and a towel and being annoyed or if she was for coming in with her sneakers on and playing selena audibly. i imagined my first encounter with another human in the steam room to be something mystical and spiritual. maybe with some guided meditation and so on and so forth. but no. i was brought back to that dumb movie with j-lo wearing a bra on stage and the fear that this girl was going to pass out and i would have to run out for help in my undies. what is this world coming to?

school. oh school. my classes are going to be a perfect mixture of easy and impossible. easy: performance, acting, and the individual. impossible: accounting 410-- financial accounting or something. holy smokes people. add to the list, investments, business in the global environment, and process management and we have the trifecta of shitty classes (well, i guess 4 shitty classes wouldn't be a trifecta but shoosh). my acting class is at 2pm and i think i'm going to have to have a few cold ones before doing my solo performance.

speaking of, i was thinking that if i had to do a famous monologue, what would i do? i thought for the duo gone with the wind-- at the end. maybe pride and prejudice. but alone...?? jerry mcguire? hamlet? (hahahaha thatd be good). i dunno what the assignment even is so whatev